As I arrived at Whiterun Stables, Percy looked exhausted.

"Sorry, boy." I said to him as I tied him up yet again. I looked up to the walls of the city, wondering why the never try and make repairs to the slightly damaged parts. I barely noticed the guard saying something he believed was funny as I ran through the city, seeing the town.

Whiterun has changed. People know me now, some act the same, some act like I'm some kind of God, and others look at me in fear. Being 'famous' is has its pros and cons. I walked through the city, to the tree I helped restore. That was an interesting adventure of mine. I smirked before walking into the temple.

"Is Danica here?" I asked Jenssen.

"She's right there, are you blind? Now stop bothering me I have patients to take care of." I don't think Jenssen ever liked me. I walked over to Danica and said hello.

"Oh, Valund, it's been a while sense you visited."

"Yes, well, I have something important to ask of you."

"Yes? What is it?"

"Well do you know any really, really good healers?"

"Well I'm a really good healer, so is most of the peo-"

"No, no, no!" I raised my voice.

"I would appreciate if you did not yell in this temple, Valund."

"I need the best healer, in all of Tamriel!"

"I don't know about all of Tamriel, but the best healer I've heard of is in the Imperial City."

"Damn," I ran my hand through my hair. "How am I going to get him to come here?"

"He is a pretty expensive healer, but if you are bent on having him come here, I can send a letter to him."

"How do you know him?"

"Well, back during my wild years, I, uhm, had a small thing going on with him."

After giving Danica some money for her time, I made my way into Dragonsreach. I briefly thought back to the time I trapped Odahviing in here. That was quite a funny time, all the while trying not to laugh at the captured dragon while I was talking to him.

Pacing around the room, instead of in his normal throne, the Jarl looked very worried.

"Jarl Balgr-"

"Valund, my friend! You're here! Now come with me, this is important." I followed him up the stairs where Hrongar and Farengar were standing. Farengar was flipping rapidly through the pages of an unknown book.

"Made and progress Farengar?"

"No, my Jarl."

"Well I have The Dragonborn here, in case you figure it out. I'd also expect he would want to know the details. Now will you excuse me, I have a city to run." The jarl walked downstairs and I looked to the two men in question.

"All of Tamriel is in danger," Hrongar said.

"Again." Farengar said while Hrongar rolled his eyes.

"Shut it, wizard. Well there's this prophecy,"

"Not yours this time."

"AHEM. This prophecy says that Tamriel is ending, though it doesn't really say how. It talks of the signs."

"These aren't your average road signs."

"All the seasons seem to stick, you understand? There's always snow on the ground at Windhelm, so on and so forth."

"That's one of the signs, Valund. Those poor Men and Mer must be freezing."

"Another is these 'strange' things going on. Almost no one seems to notice, though I'm sure you have, being the great and powerful Dragonborn and all."

"There's Dragons that look strange, like colored ponies, and some kind of wrestler."

"And the women, they are wearing more revealing clothes."

"The prophecy says that someone has the power to end us."

"We're trying to locate him. When we do, you're going to get him."