First thing, I'm back! I got a new beta reader and he is awesome and patient with me. His username is writesout.

Other then that, I just would like to say that I do not own the Elder Scrolls nor the Inheritance Cycle.

Eragon, Roran and Saphira had flown to their destination. Eragon had told Saphira about the strange power coming from a prisoner carriage. Periodically, a green dragon with a frilled head flew around and watched the carriage before flying away. Saphira was curious about the prisoner and the power coming from it, but she reminded Eragon of their current mission.

We can't go chasing after every strange source of energy. She had told him.

Eragon had to agree with her, but it hung at the back of his mind as they fought the Ra'zac and their enormous parents, the Lethrblaka. As they fought, Eragon was almost constantly hearing a quiet voice in his head saying Dovahkiin.

As Roran and Saphira fought, Eragon was inclined to reach out to whoever was talking to him. After searching for a while, Eragon gave up as he could not find the person.

Dovahkiin.

There it was again! Whoever was saying that was distracting him from the battle. Right now, he did not need a distraction. Eragon tried to focus on the fight when the voice said it again.

Dovahkiin.

Suddenly, an orange and blue figure flew into the room, attacking one of the Lethrblaka. Eragon could not see what it was clearly at first, but then he realized it was a transparent dragon skeleton. Though, Eragon thought it was a dragon. It seemed to lack a forward pair of legs, instead using its skeletal wings as its forelegs. It bit and breathed fire on the Lethrblaka. The creature withered and squealed as it died. The Skeletal Dragon looked at Eragon and said,

"Dovah Zoriik," Before turning into blue and orange tendrils and flying out of the room, through a door that led deeper into the Ra'zac's lair.

Alduin roared as he approached the temple. It was not as ruined as the ones in Skyrim, but a few bricks and stones seemed to be broken. It was also larger than he remembered; it looked more like a city then a temple. As he approached, a few dragons poked their heads out of the stone structures. The stone structures lined the roads that were large enough for two Tamrielic Dragons to fly through, wing tip to wing tip. The races of the Tamrielic dragons present were the weak Brown Dragons, The Green Blood Dragons, the Blueish-purple and white Frost Dragons and the Golden Elder Dragons. Very few Alagaesic dragons were present, the ones that are were very old or very young. One very old Frost Dragon crawled along the ground towards Alduin, who landed on a perch high above the rest of them. The dragons then began to speak in their native language, which roughly translated to;

"Alduin, my lord!" the old Frost Dragon said. "It has been a long time since we have been privileged with a visit. Much too long in fact."

"Agreed." Alduin replied. "Now, why have the mortals been able to defile the creatures that call themselves dragons?"

"Come," the frost dragon said. "There is much to tell you."

Alduin snorted but followed the frost dragon. Out of all the dragons from Tamriel, this dragon had the audacity to tell the World-Eater what to do. Alduin followed, knowing this was the only way to get the answers he required. The frost dragon led Alduin into a large room that had almost all the walls covered in the language of the dragons. They then continued talking.

"We recorded everything that happened since your defeat." He said. "Everything from the truce between the Alagaesic Dragons and the Alagaesic Elves to the Deadric invasions of Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon. You may read them if you want. If not, we must speak of what happened with the Dragons of Alagaseia."

Alduin looked at the immense walls of text. The text just looked like a bunch of scratches, similar to Cuneiform. Alduin then turned around and walked towards the ancient Frost Dragon.

Aldiun walked into another large room, one large enough for many dragons and dragon priests to gather. The frost dragon then pointed to a word wall with a statue of Alduin himself gripping it.

"Here lies our great priest, Dirmid, who defended us to his last breath and beyond as we await the return of our lord, Alduin." The Frost Dragon said, reading the word wall.

Alduin growled at the frost dragon.

"You see, my lord." The Frost Dragon said. "When the Alagaesic Dragons and the Alagaesic Elves made a treaty and created a group called the "Dragon Riders", their first order was wiping out the Dragon Cult. The Dragon Priest had ordered assassins to kill the riders and their dragons. Seeing as our little city is the last foothold the Cult has here, you can see how well that went. Years later, when Molag Bal invaded the realm with his Dark Anchors, The Riders were overwhelmed by deadra of Coldharbour. They tried crawling to us for help, but all they were able to find was a ruin below an anchor. We too were overwhelmed by the deadra but unlike the riders, we knew the mortals in Tamriel were not sitting by and allowing this to happen. We simply hunkered down and waited for the Deadra to be cut off from their master. Once they were, it was a simple matter of killing any stragglers we found. Now, about 200 mortal years ago, another Deadric Prince invaded. Mehrunes Dagon this time. However, the Oblivion Gates were not able to be opened here, in Alagaesia, with the Dragon Riders about. Thankfully for Dagon, that is about the time the Mad King killed off the Riders except for a few number, most of which were slain by the deadra that invaded soon after. The whole land was overrun with deadra and Oblivion Gates opening left, right and center. During that invasion, we took a more active role in defending our outpost. I had killed many deadra before some dremora stripped me of my ability to fly."

The frost dragon then extended his wings, the membrane for the wings completely gone minus some on his arms and fingers.

"I killed them soon later. We were about to be overwhelmed by the deadra when Father intervened. We didn't see him ourselves, but we could feel his presence in the realm. We do not know what exactly happened in Tamriel at the time, but all we know is that once Father's presence disappeared, all the Oblivion Gates crumbled and were closed. The deadra, now frightened, started running to the hills as both dragon and mortal slew them. I am sure there are a few Deadra hiding in the hills, not that they will come out of hiding. That then brings us to the present. Nothing really noteworthy happened until you attacked the two armies at the Burning Plains."

Alduin growled.

"Where is Midrotnahkivlein?"

"He was slain during the invasion of Molag Bal." The frost dragon said. "He made sure the rest of us were in the ruins but he did not make it in time and was slain by a flesh atronach."

"Where was he buried?" Alduin asked.

"You're resurrecting dragons?" he asked.

"Yes." Alduin replied. "The dragons of Tamriel had been hunted down and slain like animals."

"He was buried in the mound next to the temple." the frost dragon replied.

Alduin then left the temple and flew over to the burial mound.

After defeating the Lethrblaka, Eragon had searched Helgrind for Katrina with his mind. Considering that it was mostly rock, it was relatively easy to find her.

However, he found a large source of energy. It shined brighter then Saphira, yet it was smaller then her. He then thought back to the strange energy he felt from a prisoner cart moving towards Dras-Leona.

Quickly sealing up Katrina's cell, he started looking for the source of the energy that stumped him.

After searching a few cells, he found the source: A white haired woman with armor made of dragon scales.