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When Aslyan woke up, all covered in sweat, his lungs having a hard time getting air back and his heart bumping like it was going to jump out of his chest, Neridas still slept like a baby in the hands of his mother.

He waited for his heart to become steady again, a process that took a lot of time. Only after he could start to breathe normally, his mind was able to think. Rapid sets of memories invaded him and naturally a deep thought came into his mind.

Was Alduin not dead yet?

His head started to spin. Suddenly the idea of that nightmare was sickening. He did not know if he could trust his dream. In case he didn't, what if it was true? In the end, he had dragon blood running through his veins; he had had this kind of visions before.

And having seen Akatosh had been terrifying; the God of Time, Master of all Dragons, being right there on front of him and threatening him.

The dream felt very real even after it had ended. Once inside his mind, Aslyan had known everything Alduin thought and believed. The dragon hated him, and for a clear reason; Aslyan had humiliated him, in a way. He had killed him right in the very eyes on his own father, and for that he did had not forgiven him.

And he was seeking revenge.

Aslyan turned over and rested his head in the side of the boat, looking outside, at the water, at himself.

As much as he tried to think the dream had not been real, he could not. He had really felt, in his own flesh and bones, how enraged Alduin was.

Trying to shake the thought away, he looked around. They were still on a current, probably being taken north. The night before, they had surrounded the whole patch of islands, trying to stay as far away as possible when they sighted any glimpse of civilization.

The islands were becoming bigger now. Perhaps they were finally approaching the Akaviri continent; the place where monkey races and sacrificial rituals did not take place anymore; where there was not any sign of danger anymore.

Aslyan had been through rough times and he hadn't had time to think clearly. Everything starting from the ritual the monkeys had made to his escape with Neridas had been hard to take in.

The thoughts started coming; who was really Meridia? And why hadn't she done anything to him? The monkeys had all seemed really confused, and he was as well. All he could understand was that she had given him a challenge, a condition. Now he was in debt with her.

She wanted his dragon blood, his power; a power that had been inactive for many years, and that could only be activated until he slew a dragon, but how? He saw all the pieces merging together; dreams about Alduin, his dormant power and the goddess. It was soon to tell yet, but he knew her offer was probably somehow related with the Eater of Worlds, or perhaps some kind of reincarnation of him.

When shaking all those dark and mysterious thought away, Neridas rose from his fetal position, his face marked red with the wooden planks of the raft and his eyes barely open.

"Man, it feels good to be free." was the first thing he said, an open smile showing in his face.

They stayed on the boat until the sea current was gone. At that point, the land on the left was solid, not islands anymore; Akavir. Landing was easy, considering the size of the boat. They knew they would not use again ever again, so they left it on the sand without even taking time to cover it up.

This side of the continent was not covered in a deep jungle anymore; it had been transitioned into a massive savannah, going as far as the eye could see, reflecting the sun and creating a relaxing sound when a wind wave passed by.

Aslyan and Neridas walked for hours, without stopping. The sun was moving slowly above their heads and time didn't even seem to move. The scenery barely even changed; large grasslands tainted in yellow tones.

The hunger did not strike until the sun was about to go down again.

"We need to hunt for something." Said Aslyan.

"We will not find anything good to hunt now; it will be a waste of time. We are about to get there."

"About to get where?"

"Arthgar." Neridas replied "The place I talked you about."

"The hidden village?"

"I wouldn't say it is a village, and remember I haven't been there in a while, but yes. If I remember correctly, it must be a couple hours north from here."

"A couple hours? At that point we are going to starve to death."

"I thought you would resist a little more, pal. For me, spending two nights without food feels completely normal."

Oh yes, he had forgotten Neridas had been a prisoner of a cruel race for over half a decade. Both of them remained in silence until, hours later, Neridas broke it.

"How in Sovngarde did you manage to escape those stupid monkeys?"

Aslyan thought of the possibilities he had to answer; he could tell the strange truth about the goddess, or he could lie about it.

"I fought." he said "They put me into a battle with one of their leaders, and I won. After that I escaped."

"I saw you fighting, when you were approaching the cells to release me. I have seen many people trying to battle them, including myself. Where did you learn to do those movements?"

"I have been in many guilds and learnt numerous tactics."

"Guilds? Are those even a thing still? What has been happening over on Tamriel?"

"Well, all I know is that back in Skyrim there has been civil wars, falling empires and countless guilds participating on the several wars that have been taking place. In all honestly, all I wanted to do is escape that reality."

"I understand." He said, and after several seconds he looked around. "We are getting closer. Be alert."

Aslyan watched his surroundings; all he could see were immense grasslands covering entire hills and extending across the horizon line.

"How do you know we are getting closer?"

As soon as he said it, he stepped on a large boulder and almost tripped over. Before Neridas grabbed his arm to catch him up again, his entire life crossed through his eyes; right beneath him had appeared an enormous hole that widened open a dozen meters ahead.

The ravine was more than a hundred meters deep; the light from the sun barely reached half of its length. Right on the bottom of it laid hundreds of thousands of grey houses with illuminated windows carved in the walls. The houses seemed insignificant compared to the pair of rocks that fell down when Aslyan stepped on them, plummeting down at a high speed.

"This is how." Laughed Neridas.

Aslyan inhaled a big patch of air and jumped back to a safe position, his heart bumping like crazy. Once he was secure in the place where he was standing, he looked down again.

"Is this Arthgar?" Aslyan sighed.

"You can bet it is." Neridas said, still laughing.