"Farengar, I have a question." I said still looking down at my feet as we entered the Whiterun's gates. The mage sighed.

"What is it princess." I took a deep breath.

" Did that man look familiar? He said he was fathers old friend, but he didn't look a day over 25. Who is he?"

" Lady Caroline, I think you should ask your father not me. I don't really remember faces." Farengar opened up the castle door for me politely. My mind filled with unanswered questions I ran up the Dragonsreach steps to see my father lounging in his throne while Proventus and Irileth were arguing with one another. When I was now in sight of everybody, my father pushed him self out of his throne, ran up to me, and enclosed me in an embrace. Completely stunned at his actions I let out a little squeal.

" Caroline your safe." My father said into my hair. I became even more stunned as his words were not harsh and scornful, but soft and worried.

" I'm so sorry dad. I didn't think anything like that would happen!" I said crying into his chest. He back up, his hands now on my shoulders.

" Every one out! You all may have the day off. Me and my daughter need to discuss something." As soon as his last word left his mouth every one either to their bed chamber, or the plains district My father led me to one of the long tables and sat me down, he then kneeled in front of me.

" Listen my daughter, I guess I haven't been very truthful since you got back from Cyrodiil. A lot has happened since you've been gone. News must not have traveled if you have not heard of the dragon attacks. Caroline, I beg of you to stay in Whiterun's walls. The outside world is full of dangerous creatures that would love to have you as a snack. There are bandits, forsworn, hagravens, witches, wherewolves, vampires, spriggans. How will you keep your self safe from all of that and more?" My father said looking into my eyes.

"I've been practicing my magic and potion skills with the court mage, and I can meet up with the companions and they can help me fight!" I yelled.

"Caroline, I've only met one person who can go face to face alone with a dragon and survive. But he is long gone. Last I heard he was in Sovngard trying to defeat Alduin, the god of destruction, and that was long before you were born."

" Father, I met a man who shouted at the dragon and tamed him as if he was a pet. Could It be the same man? The this is, he didn't look a day over 25, and you said you met him before I was born, he would have been just a child."

"He was not a child, he was 24 years of age when I met him, maybe he had a son." Then he whispered to him self. "Did he dragonborn mention anything about being immortal." My ears perked up and I got excited, suddenly a lot more interested in this unnamed man.
"Did you say dragonborn? I've heard about him in songs that the bards would sing. That must of been him! With a voice wielding power, that man shouted at the beast and it was tamed. Father do you know what this means!"

" Caroline, there is no reason for there to be a dragonborn. Alduin was defeated many years ago."

"Yes I know father. But maybe he is back because there are still some dragons flying about." I say frustrated with him. There must have been a reason he was back, and I bet its because dragons are still roaming skyrim. My father looked at me and then sighed.

"The dragonborn has no reason to be back, most of us can take care of our selves with out his help." I sat on the bench, wide eyed. " Now go to your room and re-think your actions, I want a hundred lines saying you shall not disobey your father, they will be handed in to Farengar in the morning." With that my father got up and walked over the where Farengars work place was and began talking to him in a hushed tone.