Outside, they headed down the road, past the towers. The sun was out and everything was golden. They walked west past a small farm and along a dusty track. Suddenly, a glob of green liquid flew past, narrowly missing Ron's head.

"Frostbite Spider! Stay back!" Amdesa yelled, running forwards. Hermione screamed as she crashed her sword down through the creature's head, sheathed it, and walked on. The trio exchanged glances, in awe of this proficient fighter. They walked after her. After Amdesa took down a cave bear, they came across a small mill. It was getting dark.

"Just a little further, we stop soon." Amdesa said.

"Finally." Hermione whispered.

They went cross-country, leaving the path. After a while they came to a abandoned, ruined fortress. They climbed up, and lit a fire. Amdesa passed out some more bread from her pack, and lit a fire. They ate, and then slept.

When they woke the next morning, Amdesa had started a fire and was frying salmon and making toast.

"Good morning! Help yourselves." She invited them, and they enjoyed the salmon and toast, receiving pangs of homesickness from the homely smell of bread. It was a beautiful day, with misty mountains far away, a sparkling river flowing past, and golden glowing woods. They packed up, feeling fresh and revived. They climbed down the stairs, and through the gate. They walked beside the glittering river, nervous, homesick, scared and excited. They came to a fallen tree trunk which formed a makeshift bridge and carefully climbed across, heading south, following a winding road.

After a while it got colder as they got higher up, snow flying. No one was on the trail, bar some foxes and rabbits. After a while, they went over the crest of the hill and started walking down. Further on, it stopped snowing and grew warmer.

"This is Riverwood. We will stay here for the night." Amdesa said. They walked inside. "Three rooms please." She gave them some bread and cheese and shooed them to their rooms. They clustered into Hermione's room to eat and talk.

"Hermione, have you heard a kind of humming sound recently? I can't get it out of my head. It is really weird." asked Harry.

"Now you say it, I did." Hermione replied, puzzled.

"Same!" Ron said.

"This place is strange. I guess that we will just have to trust Amdesa." Hermione said, scared. "Let's sleep."

The boys went back to their beds and slept troubled dreams, but strengthened by the fact that they would stand together, no matter what.

The next morning, Amdesa gave them the last bits of bread to eat on the way as they left the inn. Crossing the bridge, they headed north to Whiterun. An hour later they could see the city from the road, and ran cross country to the walls. They passed a farm and crossed a river before reaching the gates and passing through.

Whiterun was big, wide and sprawling. A woman was working a forge on the right, roads and houses stretched away from the main street. They walked forwards into a town square and into a tavern. Inside, Amdesa motioned for them to sit on a bench while she talked to the woman behind the bar. They sat and listened to a man playing a lyre.

"-Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.

For the darkness has passed,

The legend yet grows.

You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn comes."

The man finished, and people clapped. Ron, Harry and Hermione were confused though, and Ron asked him:

"Excuse me sir, but who is the Dragonborn?"

The man stared at them."Why, the hero of Skyrim, of course. Do you not know the Dragonborn?"

They shook their heads. "Well, there is an ancient verse about him. Do you want to hear it?" they nodded.

"Very well."

The lights seemed to dim and people stopped talking to listen.

And the Scrolls have foretold,

Of black wings in the cold,

When brothers wage war shall come unfurled!

Alduin Bane of Kings,

Ancient shadow unbound,

With a hunger to swallow the world!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione's vision went black, and they froze. Low, fierce male voices filled their minds, louder and louder, repeating a verse which they sang out loud in those voices:

"BUT A DAY, SHALL ARISE,

WHEN THE DARK DRAGON'S LIES,

SHALL BE SILENCED FOREVER AND THEN!

FAIR SKYRIM SHALL BE FREE,

FROM FOUL ALDUIN'S MAW,

DRAGONBORN BE THE SAVIOUR OF MEN!"

The trio re-entered the world with sore throats to find everyone staring at them. The words had been burnt into their brains, and they felt on the verge of collapse. Ron swayed, and Amdesa darted forwards and caught them before they collapsed into unconsciousness.