AN: As a frequent goer to this site I realized, that without stopping, zaam is the most read fanfic I've ever done. So to do this right, I've decided to throw all of everything away and work on this horrid thing of a fiction.

I'm changing first person to third, and we're about to learn a whole lot about the new and refurbished plot, because it was seriously lacking this before hand.

I'm putting the new ver here, but the olds are ready to enjoy. I'm starting where I left off, but I'm changing the past. I put this here now because I don't want to go back and read all the details of this fever dream of a fiction, and instead will get it finished.

TL;DR I'm changing a lot, and anything from here on will be the real deal.

Chapter title: Nex Aar Zaam

Few have seen the fearsome strength of a dragon and lived to speak of it. Evelyn had seen more than her share, and more than she'd ever expected. She was infatuated by it, and horrified. She had to get away, and did so as the imposter had been sleeping on the cave floor, passed out from showing his 'strength'. Indeed it seemed as though the cave shook just by merely taking a step, the way out feeling as if it had taken forever.

Her horse stood just outside and she mounted with what little dignity she had left in her bones. There was yelling deep within the cave and she knew he'd was awake. In a panic she kicked her horse a little too hard and the beast reared back, having to hold on tightly as he took off.

She'd forgotten her shoes.

That was fine.

She'd forgotten her armor.

Also fine.

She had to ignore the cries behind her.

She was fine.

The horse proved it's worth as he charged at full speed, now back on the road, leaving the dragon man behind. Alduin had tricked her somehow, gotten in her head to think that she… cared! Impossible. The dragon war was on the verge of ending the world, but the world was fighting back, and they weren't exactly losing.

It seemed to be a stand off.

Without Alduin to lead the dragons, and without the dragonborn to kill the dragons no one seemed to be getting anywhere. Evelyn had to stop it, even if it meant going to Ulfric and begging him to help.

She would do it.

It was all going to be ok.

It hadn't taken very long to reach a town, and there she decided that she was going to sell her horse. It wasn't hard seeing as Ivarstead had no horses to speak of. She asked to be paid 50 gold, and then was treated to a meal at the inn, which seemed please that there was a visitor.

A young woman seemed fixated on her, asking Evelyn many questions about her life and adventures. Evelyn kept many details out, especially the more disgusting and embarrassing things away.

She departed right after, leaving the small town to her goal, Winterhold. She hadn't seriously considered it until she remembered the great risk she was taking upon leaving the newly bodied Alduin on his own. He was probably still following her, but could also be making his way to the Throat of the world.

She couldn't think of it, and instead followed the river. It was going to be a long walk.


And so it begins anew. Welcome.