Vilkas and Farkas sat within the confines of Jorvaskarr after giving up on trying to convince everyone they had seen a dragon outside of Whiterun. They decided to shut up about it and have some mead since there was really nothing better to do. They had no jobs. They already went hunting only to have it ruined by the dragon. At least they had managed to get one kill in that day, but they couldn't enjoy the thrill for too long.
Farkas couldn't stop thinking about that woman. Who was she? He had been all over Skyrim more than once and had never seen her before. She looked like she was apart of the Imperial Army, but that armor didn't fit her too good so it was possible that she had come across it on a dead soldier. His curiosity flared as he stood from the main dining table in Jorvaskarr. He grabbed his ale and decided he was going to go sit on the front stairs. He made his way outside and sat down on the front stairs and just watched everyone walking around. He listened to the monk preaching about Talos. He watched the guard that patrolled in circles around the Eldergreen that had been dead for ages. He watched people come and go from Dragonsreach peasant and soldier alike.
There was a whisper that seemed to flow through the city and soon word reached his ears that a dragon had been slain outside the city walls. Relief went through him at this knowledge. He had faced many things in his life, but a dragon was a whole new story. He wasn't sure how he would fare against a dragon even on his best day. He saw a small crowd gather around the stairs leading down into market square and he traveled down to see what was going on. When his foot touched the bottom step, a loud smack nearly knocked him off his feet. He heard a voice that wasn't any language he recognized. He tried to listen, but he couldn't make anything out. Then he heard one word. One word and he knew exactly what was going on.
Dovahkin.
The Greybeards were calling upon the Dovahkin. The Dragonborn. The end times were upon them. Everyone was in an uproar by the time he made his way to the top of the steps. As he reached them, he saw that the woman he had seen before was being carried up the steps. Everyone parted letting them through. Her eyes were dull. She seemed almost lifeless. They carried her into the Temple of Kynereth to be healed. He walked over to the doors waiting for one of the guards to come out. When one did, he stopped him and asked him what was going on.
"That woman in there." He paused trying to find the right words to say. "She's the Dragonborn. She absorbed that dragon's soul. I've never seen anything like it." Farkas wasn't sure what to make of this. He knew the ledgend, but knew it was nothing more than that. He knew the dragons couldn't be coming back to bring forth the end times, but he couldn't deny that he had seen one earlier that day. He faught the urge to go in and see the woman to see if she could enlighten him. Maybe they were hallucinating. Maybe someone had slipped them Skooma at some point. He had never been on Skooma before so he wasn't sure how people reacted on it.
He walked through Whiterun suddenly feeling very restless. Part of him wanted to go hunt down one of these dragons and slay it as a test of his strength, but he knew it would take a lot more than just one man to bring that down. He wans't sure how the Dovahkiin was going to do it by their self, especially since the Dovahkiin was in fact a woman. It was a simple fact that men were stronger than women. He knew he was a strong man and knew he wouldn't be able to take down a dragon by himself. How would a woman be able to?
An interesting scent filled his airways and he turned around. He seen the same woman that was being carried into the healers walking towards the front gates of Whiterun. She looked a lot paler than usual as she walked. She had changed out of her armor and was carrying it in her hands. Lydia was following behind her slowly making sure she wasn't going to fall over. Farkas couldn't make heads or tails of this because he knew Lydia was a Housecarl. She wouldn't be following this woman unless this new woman had become a Thane in Whiterun Hold.
The woman walked to the blacksmith at Warmaidens and handed the armor over to her.
"Make this fit," she demanded. The woman nodded and started taking measures of her so she could take some leather off the armor. After some trading was done, she had managed to pay for it all. After that, the woman walked into the Bannered Mare and that was the last that Farkas ever saw of her.
Word spread throughout the Hold that dragons had in fact returned and there was an appointed Dragonborn, a Nord woman that was very powerful. No one knew much of her as she kept to herself. Some said they had traded with her and talked to her for a while, but it was just her trying to find out information on a dragon sighting. On occasion, Farkas would hear the roar of a dragon in the far distance and wondered if it was in battle with the new Dragonborn and wondered if she was okay. This world rested on her shoulders. She was going to stop the end times by herself. It was all up to her.