A/N: Hi everybody! One of the more popular comments I've been getting lately with this story is "Where is the Hero of Ferelden?" Sorry folks but concerning this particular tale there isn't one as I wanted to focus on the friendship and brotherhood that will come to forge between my Dragonborn and the young Warden. Just think of the Darkspawn Chronicles DLC from Dragon Age Origins with a Dragonborn thrown into the mix.

Also so excited about all the support I'm already getting for this story when it has barely begun! Keep reading all you readers! Luv you guys ;)

Tolfdir, the second senior mage in charge at the College of Winterhold, sat behind his desk in his office trying to appear somewhat calm. With Kydin, the Archmage, absent for more important and dire matters that left him in charge of the school of arcane to deal with requests from the Jarls across Skyrim, approving experiment proposals, supervising new members of the College and making sure that they were being taught the right material. And that was only naming a handful of the responsibilities. Though Tolfdir had been at the College of Winterhold for many years now assisting Kydin with running the College and having vast experience dealing with everything from missing students to spell malfunctions to undead causing havoc around the school, he had never once in all his years with the College had something like this on his hands.

"Your arrival has caused quiet a ruckus here at the College, Arngeir." That's right, the visitor before him was none other than one of the infamous Greybeards. Not once in all the College history had something like this been recorded in playing host to such a unique guest. It was beyond rare for a Greybeard to come down from his mountaintop at the Throat of the World.

"Yes, I know our arrival was unexpected," said Arngeir who looked out a nearby window down at the commotion below in the courtyard. "But it was indeed urgent that we come to you."

Tolfdir didn't need to look out the window to know what all the ruckus was about. "Yes, that dragon of yours in the courtyard is certainly putting the mages here on edge." Everyone had been thrown into chaos when they saw the great red dragon begin to descend upon the College. Since the sighting of dragons across Skyrim earlier in the year there had been a few dragon attacks on the school of arcane. Tolfdir knew about Kydin being the Dragonborn and hopefully once things were settled with Alduin once and for all there would be time to make the necessary repairs to the building's structure.

"I apologize for that," the Greybeard said sincerely. "But you have my word that Odahviing will not harm anyone here at the College unless any should provoke him."

Tolfdir hoped that none of the new younger members would be foolish enough to attempt such a thing. The older and more experienced members knew better, though as frightened as they were Tolfdir saw them earlier admiring the dragon from a safe distance once Arngeir had introduced himself in the courtyard. And by the looks of it the great dragon was basking in all of the attention.

"So, what is it that is so urgent that one of the Greybeards from High Hrothgar would come here off his mountaintop?" he asked eager to know the answer to his question since his unusual guest had stepped into his study.

Arngeir looked away from the window to look him right in the eye. "The Dragonborn has disappeared."

"Kydin is gone?" Tolfdir asked shocked at the news.

Granted, he knew the lad was adventurous and went on many dangerous quests, but he always came back no matter how difficult the task. With the reputation that Kydin had it was hard to believe that such a fate would have befallen him.

Arngeir gave the mage a questioning look at having heard him refer to the Dragonborn by his first name. "You knew him well?"

Apparently, the Greybeard was unaware of Kydin's status here at the College. "Aye, I know him very well. He is the Archmage of the college, after all."

Arngeir sighed. "The Dragonborn appears to be making himself well known in Skyrim and not just in name."

"So, were has Kydin gone?" Tolfdir asked getting back to the topic at hand. "What has happened to him?"

"What's wrong with Kydin?"

Hearing the familiar voice Tolfdir turned to see whom it was exactly that had intruded on their conversation. Standing timidly in the doorway to his office, that had originally been closed, was a dunmer woman clothed in purple mage robes.

"Brelyna, what are you doing coming into my office?"

Brelyna wrung her hands nervously. "Forgive me, Tolfdir, but I saw our guest here arrive on dragon back and thought that Kydin might be in trouble. He is, isn't he? Why else would a Greybeard be here?"

"Who is she?" Arngeir asked intrigued at seeing the young dunmer woman, or Dark Elves as they are more commonly referred to. It was obvious that she knew the Dragonborn on some personal level.

"She is a fellow colleague," Tolfdir explained waving the girl further into the room. Brelyna stepped in closing the door behind her before slowly walking over to join the Greybeard and senior enchanter. "Brelyna, this is Arngeir," he introduced before addressing the Greybeard. "Brelyna is a very close friend of Kydin's."

"Pleasure," Arngeir greeted, "though I wish it were under better circumstances."

"Same," she returned. "I have never met a Greybeard before. So, what has happened? What has become of Kydin?" she asked quickly eager for answers.

Tolfdir looked to the man expectantly. "Arngeir was just about to tell me."

The Greybeard appeared hesitant. "This information is not for just anyone's ears, Tolfdir."

"It is alright, Arngeir," the mage assured him. "Brelyna can be trusted. She is not only a close friend of the Archmage, but she is also a bright and talented mage herself."

Brelyna turned away slightly in embarrassment at the compliment. "You flatter me, Tolfdir."

"I only speak the truth, my dear," Tolfdir smiled before getting back to business. "Now let us hear what our guest has to say."

As Arngeir explained the situation the two of them listened intently with no one noticing the presence that lurked outside the room eavesdropping in on their private discussion.

So the Archmage has disappeared, eh? I'll have to find out more information before I inform the guild.

Kydin stood at the edge of the camp in a small clearing that had been hidden from the previous night's darkness. It was the early hours of the morning and he hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep all night as he was troubled by his thoughts.

Where to go from here? he wondered to himself as the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon revealing a vast rolling landscape. In the far distance Kydin could see a strip of jagged land jutting out from the earth, which he surmised was a mountain range. He wondered if they were as big as the vast mountain peaks back in Skyrim. But where to go from here, well, that was exactly what Kydin had been trying to figure out. He needed to make repairs, stock up on supplies, maybe replace some equipment… and from there, what? He didn't know this strange land, had not the resources nor the contacts that he had back in Skyrim. Just how was he going to locate and track down the great World Eater?

The sun had now fully risen over the horizon.

"You're up awfully early."

Kydin was startled out of his thoughts turning slightly to see the man, Alistair, walk up beside him where he too set eyes on the rapidly rising sun.

Kydin returned his gaze forward, "I've gotten more than my share of rest." Lies, he was bone dead tired, but he would never admit that to someone he was expecting to slit his throat at any moment. Kydin was still a bit unsettled with this lot of folk even though they had rescued him and had possibly saved his life. But trust was earned not given.

"I see that you have no trouble moving around," Alistair commented. "Does that mean you will be leaving our company?"

"I've delayed long enough. I need to get my weapons and armor repaired if I am going to pursue Alduin."

"Ah, yes, your dragon friend. So, where will you go?"

Now that was just the problem, wasn't it? "Don't know," he admitted. "I'll probably find the nearest town and find a forge. Could you point me in the right direction? I am unfortunately unfamiliar with the layout of the land."

"Listen, why don't you travel with us for the time being?" Alistair offered. "You seem a decent enough man as long as you promise not to slit our throats at night," he joked.

Kydin couldn't help, but smile slightly, "Just as long as you promise that none of you are going to plant a dagger in my back when I'm not looking."

"Ah, so you do have a sense of humor. Good. You'll need it if you are going to survive the company of our merry group. We are heading west to the village of Haven, not that that really means anything to you with you being new to Ferelden and all. From what our map tells us we are not far from there. A two days journey at the most. They might have a forge there you can use and you could probably load up on any other supplies you might need for that dragon hunt of yours."

Kydin considered his offer. He would have a guide and if Alistair was right about what he said he could load up on anything he would be needing for his journey. It made an awful lot of sense though there were a few doubts about this group. But he saw no other option that wouldn't cause him to wander around the land pointlessly for days on end.

"I guess there is no other choice, is there?" he asked out loud. "Divines only know where that bastard is now." He looked to the sky to find it void of cloud with no dragon in sight. "Very well, I will accompany you and your party to this Haven. After that… well I guess we'll see what happens."