The next morning was spent packing for the day-long trip to Whiterun, seeing how this would be my last day in the small town for a while. Once again, the feeling that something was up entered my gut. I left my room to be met with a sulking Sven mumbling. I was just about to walk outside when he noticed me.

"Ah, Nefertiti, my friend!" I place a fake smile on my face and reluctantly make my way to the table he sat at. He gave me a look that screamed mischief and handed me a folded piece of paper. I gave him a confused glance.

"I need you to deliver that to Camilla and tell her its from Faendal," he explains quickly. I once again studied the note.

"What is it?" I asked. He just chuckled and turned back around. I shook my head and continued with my previous task. Barely out of the inn, my name was called again, this time from a distance. Here came Faendal with his hunting equipment. He's probably just gonna ask to hunt one final time with him. For some reason, the gut feeling came back the closer he came. "I'm sorry Faendal, but I can't go hunting at the moment," I start.

"That's quite unfortunate. Well, can you at least do me a favor?" he asked. He handed me a slip of paper similar to the one stashed in my pocket. "May you please give this to the lovely Camilla? Do tell her its from that bard that wastes his life away in the inn." With that, he takes back off into the nearby woods. I open the letters and shook my head. I walk into the general store and was meet with a female's voice.

"Good morning, Nefertiti. Do you need anything?" she asked with a low chiming tone.

"Indeed there is. When are you going to cut loose the two boys that chase at your lovely hips?" I made sure to lean close to her ear as I hand her the letters. "Both were given to me this morning in hopes you will choose one over the other."

Her face contorts to surprise to disappointment to anger. She balls the letters together and throw them into the raging fire. For a moment the only sound was the crackling fire eating away at the wood and paper. If I didn't have my heightened hearing, I would've missed the quiet sniffling. I gave her a hug from behind to try to comfort her.

"What is wrong?" I asked even if I knew the answer. I find myself not liking some of the men in this small village even more.

"I trusted them. I trusted them both. In those letters were things I only to them respectively. To think they would use that to hurt me and each other is..." she trailed off. I led her back to the inn to my room. When Sven gave the hurt woman a hopeful smile, she only sent a tear-filled glare. The rest of the day was spent with her cuddling and talking. I brought or meals to my room so she could avoid the outside just for the day.

When she fell asleep that night, I made sure to give both of the childish men a broken nose as a brief lesson. I left before the sun rose to my new destination. To my surprise, I made it to the farm by late afternoon. My sensitive ears picked up on yelling, bringing my attention to the fight between a group of fighters and a giant. They seemed to be having a few troubles with their foe.

I fished for my bow and an arrow. Dropping my load, I crouched down and aimed. Time slowed down as my arrow flew through the air. A small smirk graced my features when it hit it's very difficult target of its eye. The creature stopped his swing then fell backwards. The group searched for the slayer and saw me making my way over.

"You!" A red-headed beauty called to me. "You have quite a shot there." I nodded in thanks and retrieved my arrow.

"You should join the Companions," she offered.

"The Companions?" She chuckled and went into explaining the group. I silently took in the information and made a haste promise to check it out. When I reached the gate, one of the guards stopped me.

"You there! Halt!"

"Is there a problem?" I ask with fake friendliness.

"The gates are closed due to the recent dragon attacks," he responded. So the news of Helgen reaches here?

"I was there. I saw the dragon fly this way. The people of Riverwood asks for aid." It was silent after I told my half truth. After a few long seconds, he seems to buy it and lets me in with a warning not to cause any trouble. My first steps inside were meet with an argument between a female blacksmith and a soldier. I listened to the conversation, for a while and stepped in.

"I could help fill your order."

"Now your not doing it yourself. I need it done by the end of the month," he finishes and then struts away.

"I assume you know what you are doing?" the lighter skinned woman asked with slight annoyance. I Merely nod and stash my stuff beneath the workbench. After asking where she keeps her materials, I went straight into work. I was lost in work till the woman notified me it was well past dark. She cast an impressed glance at the large pile of iron daggers.

"At this rate I should hire you," she jokes. Seeing no problems, I agree. We settled my new working hours and pay. A few weeks past during my time working the forge and joining the Companions, I managed to save up more than enough to buy and furnish the house beside the shop. Before now, I slept at Jorrvaskr or at the Bannered Mare. Settling and removing stuff from my bags, I came upon a familiar stone. I set it to the side and decided to go get it checked out after I finished.

"Adrianne, I'm going up to Dragonsreach to talk to Farengar. Do you want me to go ahead and deliver that sword?" I asked. After the greatsword was strapped to my bag and made sure my unusual relic was safely wrapped, I started my trek.

I paid my respects to Jorrvaskr as I passed. Within a few weeks, I manage to join the inner circle, and become the Harbinger after Kodlak's death. And even though the gift was offered to me, I decided to wait to take it, though I did gladly take care of the late Harbringer's warhammer, Peacekeeper. Continuing up the stairs, I pushed open the tall oak doors of the palace. I was almost to the needed court wizard's domain when the Jarl called to me.

"Harbinger! May I have a word?"

"Of course Jarl Balgruuf. What is it you need?" I responded.

"You were at that Helgen attack a few weeks back, correct?"

"Yes..." I start suspiciously. "It was quite unfortunate that something like that had to happen."

Arguing began and I tuned it out as much as I could. I barely missed the Jarl told me follow him to talk to Farengar. I immediately snapped out of it and started to the wizard.

"Farengar I have something I need you to look at. I've had it a few weeks, but I completely forgot about it. I found it in that Nordic ruin near Riverwood," I explain handing him the wrapped stone. Amazement and excitement fills his features when he unwraps the stone with caution.

"This is exactly what I was looking for my Jarl!" He went into details about the priceless stone that was apparently a map called Dragon Burial. He ranting was interrupted by a guard running in and grasping our attention.

"My Jarl! There has been attack on the western watchtower. I-It was a," he couldn't finish the sentence even if it was to save his life.

"Well, spit it out boy, what was it?" I hiss.

"It was a dragon!" he yelps. The room was silent except for the ragged breathing of the soldier. I was the first to snap out of the daze.

"Finally, something happens," I mumble.

"Where are you going?" Irileth, the Jarl's dunmer housecarl asked me wildly. I simply cast a glance and handed the blade on my back to the Jarl on my way out. By the time I was dressed for battle, the sun was starting to fall. I jogged all the way to the watchtower and stayed a few yards away, waiting for the guards to come.

After a long ten minutes, Irileth and the team of guards show up. They barely stopped when she started to throw out orders. The last survivor hidden among the burning tower revealed himself in hopes to warn us. Then a familiar roaring came. It didn't sound as threatening as the black lizard that haunts my dreams.

"Yol Toor Shul!"

The flames licked at the tower, burning it more. The soldiers that were caught in the fire screamed as they burned. He circled around as arrows and spells were aimed at the flying lizard. "Dii yolos fent pah, fah nid joor los mul zu'u, Mirmulnir."

His words brought rage into my being. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but it didn't stop my blood from boiling. "We should see how strong you are when your down here dead, you overgrown lizard!" I yell up to him. A roar of rage sounded from above.

"Mu fent koraav, joor, fod hi nid lingrah lahney." He finally landed, causing the ground to shake, putting me slightly off balance. Mirmulnir snapped his jaws at me, and I ducked and dodged. I swing my sword and he either took the hits or moved his large head. Our dance has been going on for minutes when suddenly, his mouth opened and those deadly fire-bringing words came through.

"Yol Toor Shul!" I wasn't able to move out of the way in time. I slam my eyes shut as the flames enveloped me. All I felt was warmth, not the burning that should have killed me. My eyes slowly slid open to take in my surroundings. The ground around me was scorched, and everyone including the dragon were confused.

Taking this chance when everyone is stunned, I quickly rushed giant beast. My sword found its way into his head. I felt great pleasure with his last words, seeing how he can no longer challenge me and the battle lust is kicking in. Crackling came from under me as his scales and everything burned away, leaving his bones and some scales, a bright light entering me. A tingling sensation overtook me and a headache came.

The remaining men and Irileth stood in a shocked silence. "You're the Dragonborn..." the guard captain trailed off. The rest of the guard started chattering, excited with the new discovery. Somehow, my horse ended up all the way over to the watchtower, thank the Gods. I mounted and made my way back to Whiterun to hopefully get some sleep. As soon as I was through the gates, a guard approached me informing me that my presence was requested at Dragonsreach.

As I made my way up the stairs, thunder rumbled through the air. Dovahkiin. I searched the skies, keeping an eye out for more dragons. Pushing in the wooden doors, I made my way across the main room, and towards the argument between the Jarl, and some man who's name I can't remember at the moment. Once Balgruuf noticed my presence, his attention went straight to me.

"So, what happened? Was there really a dragon?" Excitement laced his voice. At this moment, I wanted to go back to the Breezehome and sleep till Talos returned to Nirn.

"There was a dragon. He burned down the tower, and we managed to kill him," I explained with as little annoyance I could handle at the moment. This didn't quench his thirst enough, sadly.

"Come on, there has to be more than that," he prods.

"No-"

"She's the Dragonborn," Irileth cut me off. At this moment, I was mentally screaming. I wasn't anything, just Nefertiti to these people and Noxx to others, seeing how Na'Jai died with my mother. Noises of excitement and arguments continued, only this time louder. Finally, Balgruuf silenced all noise, his voiced louder than what I heard before. I kinda reminded me of the voice I heard outside.

"Enough!" There was a slight pause in his speech as he waited. "Nefertiti, you must go see the Greybeards at High Hrothgar and train-"

"I'm deeply sorry my Jarl," I interrupt, "but no thank you. I have a life started here. Besides, I am not this 'Dragonborn' you speak of." Not wanting to hear anything else on the matter, I rushed out and back to the peace of my home. When I fell asleep, I dream of flying through the skies and hunting in the plains and resting on mountains. Its felt oddly familiar, but then it wasn't. Hours later I woke up to the realization that these were memories, but not of my own, but of Mirmulnir.

I was in a middle of breakfast when a light knocking sounded. I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't stop. My already sensitive hear seemed to be even more, making the light taps seem like rolling thunder. I open the door to see Proventus.

"The Jarl has requested your presence once again," he sneered. I haven't done anything to earn the dislike of him yet. And its not like he can hear my thoughts about his daughter, which would certainly cause more than dislike if I were to be honest. Closing the door in his face I finish my breakfast and put on the Ancient Shadow Shrouded Armor I was able to make. It was enchanted to have a chameleon effect and to resist the elements, both natural and magical. A pair of orcish daggers are strapped to my sides and a orcish bow to my back. All three are enchanted with Chaos Damage along with Soul Trap.

When I walk out the door, I see the Jarl's steward whispering to his daughter pointing to my house. Adrianne looked mildly annoyed till she glanced behind her father. She silently pleaded to help her out of the situation.

"Did you hear me Adrianne?"

"Is there a problem? I assumed you would already be fining your way back to our Jarl's ass. It looks like you lips miss it." It was always so fun to provoke Proventus. Seeing his face turn a dark shade of red in anger made my day a bit brighter.

"Listen, Adrianne I don't care for your fascination in the fairer sex, but I will not allow you to continue to think about this stranger," he spits out. If I'm completely honest, I don't understand why most men are so uneasy around me. I mean yeah I may be a magnet to women of any and all races, but come on. Then again, I do love to take chances like this to anger them to another level.

I grabbed to women in question and pulled her against me. I leaned in close, then dipped my head till my lips touched her neck. Something inside was extremely pleased to hear her breathing speed up, even more when the smell of her arousal reached my nosed. I took a deep breath before lightly biting down. Her hand shoot to my waist as I bit a little harder and started to suck. After a long minute, I released her neck and leaned back enough to see my handiwork. Needless to say I, and once again another part of me, was happy to see a light bruise on her light brown skin, only a few shades lighter than my own.

I turned to the gasping father, who soon snapped out of it and glared daggers at me. I only motioned for him to lead my to Dragonsreach. In no time at all, we were standing in front of Balgruuf.

"Are you sure you don't want to make the journey to High Hrothgar?" he asked with hope. I already had another headache coming in. He most have seen the look on my face because he quickly switched topics.

"Oh well, that wasn't what I call you here for anyway. As my right as Jarl, I'd hereby to appoint Nefertiti the Thane of Whiterun Hold. With this title, I bestow you a gift from my personal armory; Whitebane, more commonly known as the Axe of Whiterun. Along with it, Lydia will be assigned as your housecarl."

The hall was for once silent. Suddenly, Proventus went off in anger, cursing my existence. I guess I'm getting somewhere in life?

Translations:

Dii yolos fent du pah, fah nid joor los mul Zu'u, Mirmulnir - My flame shall devour all, for no mortal is stronger than I, Mirmulnir.

Mu fent koraav, joor, fod hi nid lingrah lahney – We shall see, mortal, when you no longer live.

AN:

I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever, band season took over my life and I've been lazy. But here's the next chapter. I will probably be continuing BFRE, seeing how I'm going to try to work on a new chapter after this. Anyway favorite, comment, PM me I really have non to do and hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.