A/N: Well, it's well into May and I've finally got another one in, sorry to keep you all waiting, as I didn't expect to see so many more reviews- even if they were anonymous. But things have taken an unexpected turn, and I did tell ya I did get this one in, and more cheese will be given to you all. For there will be cheese... CHEESE FOR EVERYONE! Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter and see how things develop!


Chapter 5 - Knowledge is Power -

I turned and grinned at Hadvar, "Thu'um, Dovah speak," I then picked up a stone from the ground, as emphasis, "We'll go after the Dovah Stone, before Dovahkiin." My eyes narrowed, and despite the lack of sleep, and the exhaustion, I do want to just rest at Alvor's, learn the language, and deal with this animosity between the two of us. "I will not allow events to start yet…"

I look back at Hadvar, a tired smile never leaving my face, and despite the exhaustion, I don't want things to keep descending out of control, and for how durable the game was from what I remember, anything can happen, the Dragonborn could join the Companions, the Stormcloaks, or worse, the Thalmor. By having the Dragonstone, I could join the Dragonborn, like how Delphine took the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. The look Hadvar was giving me was a bit unsettling, his eyes were wide, and for a moment, I swore I thought I heard him, like I heard bits of English from that comment he made. That unsettling uneasiness and doubt is starting to make me regret those words.

The man recovered just as quickly as I started examining his reaction, as he started to look down on me, quite literally, his scowl forming a thin line as the stares back me. Truly not the Nord or Legionnaire to anger. "And what is this Dovah Stone?" My eyes widen just as his did a moment ago, as the language was as clear and affluent, hearing the Nord accent with it. It was then that my mind was racing, and as I tried to come up with an answer, my mouth was far, far behind.

"I… you, did you- you spoke English?" The man looked at me for a moment, an eyebrow raised, but didn't say anything at all. "Just… what in this fucking world is going on?" Looking back at the Nord Legionnaire, he just stared at me, if a bit more threatening.

"Don't know, I was going to ask you." he said, his gesture was guarded, cautious. I could hear it in the tone of his voice, "But you didn't answer my question." The question- ah, the Dragonstone, he heard that clearly then, this world really knows how to put you in one hell of a situation.

"Right, the Dragonstone." I saw his eyebrow rise again, "It's the real reason to get the Golden Claw from the Traders back in Riverwood. It's one of the keys to the start of the Dragonborn Prophecy, the catalyst, the key before the storm comes."

"What are you talking about?" he said, suspicion in his voice.

"It's… not easy to understand. This civil war, the events back at Helgen, they were prophesied by the Elder Scrolls themselves." I answered, his eyes widen, at the answer, and I could see the million questions arise from his head. "The prophecy is on a Akaviri found within Sky Haven Temple, once owned by the Blades, by now forgotten. The wall depicts several key events through the history of Tamriel, such as the Dragon War, Skyrim's current civil war, and the return of Alduin. The wall was permitted by Emperor Reman II in the First Era, the year 2812. Its purpose was to record the accumulated dragonlore and prophecy that the Akaviri Dragonguard possessed at the time, primarily as hedge against the forgetfulness of centuries. Given that Alduin's return was inevitable, the Dragonguard believed the wall was their gift to those that came after them."

"And how do you know all of this?" he asked, and for some reason, some form of accusation in his voice.

"Because I'm… a scholar, not as brilliant as those in the Moth Priests or others in Tamriel, but knowledgeable enough." I looked back at him, a question at the forefront of my mind. "This may be off topic, but I have a question as well."

"Not until I'm done with you, I don't know if I should slit your throat or arrest you and hauled you off to Solitude to speak to General Tullius himself." All manner of civility was gone at that point, I may not by as big as him or as strong as him, but that doesn't mean I know how to fight.

"And in what reason do you have to arrest me for?" accusation and hostility now rising in my voice, "In what way have you, not just you but all Nords for some reason makes me so… inferior, hostile? What the hell did I do to you and your people?"

"That is what I want to find out, for example, are you responsible for releasing the World Eater upon us, for bringing the End Times upon us?" his voice the same as mine, the same accusation and hostility, with professional authority in the mix as well.

I looked at him, baffled, also by unprepared by such an accusation. "Wha- NO! What in the world are you talking about? Alduin was absorbed by an Elder Scrolls, by your ancestors, he was never destroyed, but lost in the seas of time, and this is him just returning, your people didn't defeat him, but prolong the inevitable. Alduin came back not by our control, anybody's control, but by the Elder Scrolls themselves."

Hadvar, his demeanor starting to calm, but his eyes wide, and his mind alerted. I'm starting to think I gave him a little too much information. I can actually see that as Hadvar starts collects himself and looks down at me once more. "And how do you know all of this, where's your proof? In that object you had on you? I bet it's some magical tablet that you've stole back in Daggerfall, you people and your magic, no better than the elves-"

"You!" I pointed my finger at him, "If I had such proof, you won't even fucking believe me!" His eyes widen as he takes a step back, "Of course I don't have anything fucking credible, but everything is gone, thanks to you idiot Imperials and those racist idiot Stormcloaks, its all gone in the fire from the cabin, owned by that necromancer that almost fucking killed me! You and those fucking Stormcloaks would be ashamed for bringing this civil war upon yourselves!"

"We had no-"

"Yes, yes you do, this prophecy was inevitable. Even worse is that the people who are controlling the strings aren't doing anything right now." He stares at me, both in shock and surprised, "I know more than I should, and the information would definitely get me killed. But if you help me now get the stone, we could stop the dragons for a moment a brief moment to get our bearings straight."

"What are you-"

"I'm. Not. Done!" I spoke hotly, "With the information I have, and with the events folding, another Great War your people have would start to unfold." That gave Hadvar to lose whatever words he had. "It is also inevitable for Emperor Titus Mede II to die here in Skyrim. No matter what you do, or the Imperial guards, it will happen. That is why we need the Dragonborn, you, me, the remnant of the Blades. I won't be proud, but by influencing just a little, and by gaining power around us, we could have enough power to have the Dragonborn our new Emperor, like Tiber Septim."

That, Hadvar never had expected, or from what I could observe. "And how in Oblivion do you know all of this is going to happen?"

With that, a vicious smile appeared, "From the Elder Scrolls themselves." I got no reaction, and with it, I sighed and facepalm in front of him, "To explain, the Elder Scrolls origins are unknown as well as how many of them actually exist. Yet what makes them so interesting, so… 'sacred' is that they give out archived prophesied events, both past and future."

That got Hadvar's attention, "Are you saying that this civil war is-"

"Yes, it was prophesied by the Elder Scrolls millennia ago." The prophecies of the Elder Scrolls and the Heroes they prophesied are interdependent; one cannot exist without the other. With the coming of Alduin the World Eater, so is the coming of the Last Dragonborn." Hadvar again, was probably speechless, as I explain to him of what's happening, and what will happen. I looked at him, the anger lost, the frustration lost, and I simply input my drawn out plan. "I may not control the events coming up, there are things that I cannot control, but I can at least help somebody that will forever change this era, and hopefully by adapting here and giving the Dragonborn any form of advice I can give him, and help him achieve whatever goals we can compromise. But first, I need to contact him first, I have taken some charcoal and paper from your uncle, I will bring back what I have borrowed and repay them later, but we need to contact the Dragonborn, and this is his first mission before the storm."

Hadvar didn't say anything, he just stared at me for a long moment, trying to detect anything I might've said that was false, little did he know that he was somewhat correct, I never touched my origins, or how all the information I had was on a small technological device my people have created. Hadvar then sighed, looking up the mountain, he put a hand through his hair. I guess he's trying to absorb everything I just threw at him. "This… this is a lot to take in," he finally said, looking back at me. "I do have one more question." I nodded, "I just want to ask, why you told me? And how you actually came across the an Elder Scroll in the first place?"

I gave the man a small smile, "Just trying to rid of this misunderstanding that was between us. But I fear that it will be a while before others will get use to me as well. Skyrim does have a long history of xenophobia." The man raised an eyebrow, and I chuckled, "A fear of foreigners."

The man nodded, and we continued our tract up the mountain, and despite the exhaustion, the blood has been flowing, keeping me awake, and I can still feel whatever adrenaline in my system, keeping me alert. It wasn't until we made our way to a tower that started to appear over our limited horizon. The stone structure looked like it was hanging off the side of the mountain, with a bridge connection to it and the path. Hadvar and I have snuck our way closer to the stone structure, finding a man patrolling the area and a man guarding the entrance.

The guard was sitting in a chair, simply covered in furs and sitting in a chair, staring our way. Simply, I guess we are lucky to blend into the environment around us. Hadvar and I took out our long bows, aiming them towards our targets. He had the guard while I got the orc man patrolling the area between us. As we released our arrows, his hits straight at the Imperial woman sitting in her furs, throwing her off her chair. I cursed my luck as mine missed yet again, barely skinning him in the shoulder.

This seriously wasn't my lucky day.

The orc looked around finding anything out of the ordinary, I heard Hadvar cursed as well as we both notched our arrows and targeted our enemy. Two arrows flew into the air, one hitting him in the leg, the other in the neck as it seemed. The orc fell, his hands on his neck holding the arrow, knowing well that he was trying to rip it out, and also knowing that doing that will probably kill him faster. The orc started moving less, and we could never really hear him over the snow and wind. A part of me knows we're playing smart, killing our enemies in the shadows, the worse type of enemy is one that has no face.

But death, I'm starting to get sick of death.

I know better, knowing fully well that these people would simply kill me and loot my remains without a second thought- no hesitation! They're nothing more than bandits, and they probably done worse than what I did to the poor son of a bitch. I shake my head, riding myself from these pointless thoughts and headed to the tower. Hadvar simply took lead, not that I don't mind, I've been following him up the hill more than anything. I'll say it was nothing short of a miracle that we could somehow communicate.

But still, how the hell did that happened?

Did he always knew what I was saying?

I shook my head once more as we made it inside the tower, he started going up the stairs while I started looking through the table and drawers. Finding two purses of gold and some potions, what they are I have no idea, there not the generic red, blue, green from the game… well this one is, but after drinking the one the necromancer gave me… yeah, still not trusting potions at the moment.

Looking up, Hadvar stared down at me, and it didn't take much to figure out that I'm not watching his back… like what the unspoken rule we agreed upon. Putting the stuff in my pockets, I headed up the stairs with him, then headed up the next level outside the tower. It took my best not to look down, as I simply stared at the icy stone wall.

We came up one more room, seeing the grey sky above us, the stairs to our side. Hearing the footsteps of the leader of this tower, he was simply walking around. His intentions unknown at the moment. I took out my bow and notched an arrow as Hadvar started sneaking up the stairs. As the Nord Legionnaire made contact with the last step, the leader turned around, catching sight of him. My arrow released, placing it in his gut, between his iron armor. The man had made a step and froze as he realized that he was shot. His eyes widen, distracted, looking down at the moment and looking at the floor below seeing me notching another arrow.

It wasn't needed as Hadvar was already on him, slashing away with his Imperial sword. The leader was blocking it with his banded iron shield, the strikes echoed throughout the tower as both men struggled to finish each other off. It wasn't until the man sidestepped, and Hadvar tackled the man with his shoulder against the shield. The force pushed the leader off the ledge, I took a step back as he falls through the wood hitting the stone concrete below. I ran down stairs, my axe ready, and as I came around the corner, I see wood scattered across the ground, blood splattered as well, as the shield was embedded in his leg, which might've cut the femoral artery.

I sighed, walking up to the man, taking his helmet off. Seeing the features of long brown hair and pale skin. My features descended into a scowl, see blood coming out of her nose and mouth. She stared at me, hatred in her eyes, I only stared back, yet not knowing what my emotions are. I could see that she was trying to say something, but I all could get was a strangled cough and wheeze. It was then that she forcefully spat blood at me, I guess a final act of defiance.

I schooled my features, and raised my axe, and with it simply exhaled and let gravity do it's work. A chop to the head, or the forehead, the centralized point of what makes life function. A organ in the body of what makes us human, or any form of life; from lizard to cat, to the elves.

I gave her a quick death…

Yanking my axe out, I sighed and turned away from the carnage, seeing Hadvar staring back at me, his features stoic. I didn't say anything and started walking around him, a hand stops me, turning around, I see Hadvar staring down at me, yet at the corner of his eyes, as he was looking back at the corpse. "Come with me." With that he started walking past me up the stairs, I didn't move for a moment, but followed a second later.

As I went up stairs, I could hear something going on. Upon reaching to entrance, I could see that he was at the final level. Moving up those stairs, I found him placing two bed rolls down, I placed my bag to the side, as we started looting the place, taking out what we could possibly sell. As time went by and the sun was setting, I sat on one of the chairs.

"I would reprimand you for this foolishness, at least now. At the time, I was suspicious, and wouldn't hesitate to slit your throat if you were the one that released Alduin upon Skyrim." We sat around, eating some cold steak of somekind, probably venison. It was cooked, I could definitely taste the salt on the one that I got my hands on. "But, the more I look at ya, the more I know, that you're not a killer, or a necromancer. Your bright, more so than what you show" My eyes gravitate to Hadvar, "And you're new to killing, your moves are sloppy, and your aim is off with a bow." My eyes started finding the floor much more satisfying, "But you have sharp senses, and strong morals, but still inexperienced."

"That I fully understand, one my age will always willingly search for knowledge." I looked back at Hadvar and chuckled, yet I could feel no sense of humor in it. "I actually never killed anybody until a few days ago. A necromancer by all the blood and bones he had around in some secret attic from the looks of it. Though… there was only two rooms. His bedroom to the right and the room that he tied up in."

"How did he capture you?" I chuckled again, feeling the dark humor in it.

"I actually came to him, stumbled upon his abode after hiking through the wilderness for god knows how long. The kicker, he gave me somekind of potion. Didn't know, didn't care, knocked me out like a light." I laughed, feeling the exhaustion kick in, my eyes heavy. My teeth ripping through the meat, filling my stomach.

"Here." I turn just in time to catch something he threw at me with my spare hand. A bottle, with simple generic red coloring. "A potion cure, to get rid of whatever it is that makes your shit stinks." I broke out in a fit of chuckles.

"One doesn't gradually adapt to Skyrim overnight man, it's been a… long and painful process." The man had a musing smile, and over the snow and chilling air above us, the atmosphere was at best, bittersweet. I had a opened a bottle of Nord Mead, one of the few things we found when we looted the tower. I was immediately curious to find what it tasted like, thinking it tasted what it said in the wiki: 'A minty aftertaste, always cold, and from the sound of it, never cooled in ice or refrigerated. A nice form of beer for my tastes. As I take a swig, I was hit with an unexpected taste of honey and mint, the taste was… unlikely odd. Unusual to the beer tasting that I've had back home, tasting the wide variety of different beer from hops to an unusual taste of hemp.

I got to say, hemp ale is got to be the worse kind of beer I've ever tasted, even throwing the content of a bottle down the drain after taking no more of it. Didn't win that bet but I got to say, it was… very satisfying.

I've heard of mead, read it, was interested, but never tried it. It was… unusual, but not disgusting like hemp ale. It was, unusually good, satisfying actually, but I've looked through the archives in Elder Scrolls, and if their tastes in alcohol is as bland and stagnant, then I'll let them try the vast amounts of wine, beer, whiskey, scotch, hell I bet they've never even tried vodka. Otherwise, the Nord mead was interesting, and would even be beneficial in the vast market of alcohol in the Bay Area, and we're trying everything these days, even the hipsters.

A shiver goes down my spine, and I don't think it was from the mead.

"At least try the potion, it would help get rid of… whatever has been sickening you for the past few days…" I took the advice with interest, mostly because I didn't want these shits anymore. Of course, I did take the bottle of shite with suspicion, even with disgust, even the most vague and minor of things make the biggest scars. The incident with the necromancer did hurt me in a number of ways. Actually living here has jaded my morals indefinitely, I've learned off-hand that Hadvar was a reasonable authority-figure, even as far as pardoning you from whatever has gotten you arrested in the first place from the game.

Of course I wasn't in a game, or I was, it didn't matter, this was a real as it could get. An arrow to the face could get me killed, and I didn't know how… privileged I was until I ended up here in Skyrim. Even back at home I knew I was privileged I was compare to other countries throughout the world.

I wondered if that made me an even more unethical bastard…

Looking back at the Nord Legionnaire, I nodded, unscrewing the cap and chugging down the bottle, my eyes open wide, and for a moment, I almost spat the contents up, throwing an hand to my mouth and forcing it back down to my throat, holding my nose in the process. Criminy, I've actually had vegemite… and I have to say that stuff was shite! Even with having it with toast with butter, it was like eating oily, salty olives with buttered toast… it was bad, but not as bad as the hemp ale…

I might have that again, but on a camping trip or something.

I shook my head out of these pointless thoughts, as I turned my head back to the interesting topic that Hadvar was speaking about, mostly because he was telling me how much of a milk drinker I've been. He could see how much he was surprise, mostly because how much I've been interested in what he was saying. I know I was new to this, it was different to the environment to the world I grew up in. Despite the violent and media crazed society I live in, I've lived a decently sheltered life, more so than others I knew growing up.

From the language I learned to how to wield a weapon like my axe, or the sword I carried, and the bow and arrows I've fired. I'm surprised how perspective Hadvar was, always keeping an eye on me, and whether or now to be nervous about that. It definitely tells me how much different I am compare to the average Nord around here, even telling me if I was from nobility. I immediately deny it, and tell him that I've been lucky throughout my life, and that most of the life I've adopted was from the education I've received.

A weak argument, but being depressed, exhausted and pressured, I had to come up with something, not to mention it was somewhat a half-truth. He probably knows that I've lived quite a sheltered life, and told me that I must've been a son to a wealthy merchant from Daggerfall. I got to say that he's probably not far from the truth, but I also have to agree that I've taken my past-life to granted, especially to the living expense to the way these people live. I haven't even seen an outhouse out here yet, even if my only connection to civilization was a cabin and a village razed to the ground by an apocalyptic dragon.

Dusk slowly starts turning to nightfall, the stars starting to shine and the cold settling over us. A part of me wonders if I've been taking things way too fast, even for the caste of getting one step ahead of the current events. Hadvar was letting me know that we should at least train when using weapons, I agreed, as we compromised in training in archery first, as we could get around most fighting if our enemy didn't even know we were there in the first place.

I heard him mutter something about snakes and rats fighting in tall grass. A saying, probably about unhonorable fighters fighting dirty or some other Nord bullshit. Really I don't care, as the sharpest weapon is that of the mind, and despite morals, only the best would win by any means necessary, especially in order to survive.

I could feel the cold settling in, that and the empty mead bottle at my side, finishing my venison a long while ago, I take my bed roll out and take my boots off, settling myself into the fur of the roll. The exhaustion taking over, and despite the last few days of hard sleeping, I've let my mind wander, throwing myself into unconscious bliss.


The next morning was terrible, waking up at the first light of dawn, and feeling the force of bone and flesh coming across my face. I woke up terribly and miserably as my eyes set on Hadvar who was laughing away at my expense, also hearing something across from not living a day of training in the Legion. He told me beforehand that he wasn't the best of teachers but would at least try and guide me in shooting in archery better and how to wield a weapon better.

Getting out of bed, I started eating yet another helping of venison, cooked but cold, and less satisfying as it was earlier. I haven't had a stomach problem since yesterday as I started drinking yet another bottle of nord mead and a bottle of 'cure' as the Legionnaire called it. Speaking of Hadvar, he was looking from across the room, a bowl of venison and tomato soup from the looks of it. Finishing it up and putting it to the side, he turned to me, "Hurry up, I'll be outside." he called out, walking downstairs.

Shaking my head and chuckling to myself I wolfed down my venison and drank the mead, feeling the cold mint go down my throat and warming my stomach. Taking my iPhone out of my bag, I cursed my luck seeing the device already has six percent, the bloody thing will go out at any moment. Looking through the bag, I tried looking for my solar charger, only finding clothes and some stuff I don't remember putting in there. I sighed, at the probability of some idiots looking through myself, and soon finding my iPhone slowly turning useless.

In the end, I finished breakfast and started heading outside, seeing Hadvar at the entrance.

"Good to see you made it, taking your time of course," I ignored the jab as we started walking off towards the rocks. I stopped, seeing the bodies of the three people we've killed, lined up and covered in snow. The Legionnaire nodded grimly at me, we headed out, and up towards the temple, keeping my eyes peeled. One man was perched at the top of the grand stairs, looking over the entrance of the path. Our clothes were light enough, the furs on my coat blending into the snow… if I ignore the blood stains.

Hadvar stuck like a sore-thumb but keeping ourselves out of sight, we've moved closer. Rested and belly full of venison and mead, I could aim straighter, and let my arrow fly freely, taking out the guard overlooking the courtyard. Two people appeared over the horizon, looking down the path, a nord and orc looked at each other. The nord nods at the orc as the other disappears from the horizon. "We need to rush them as soon as possibly, I'll take the man at the stairs, you need to get the orc before he alerts his friends." Hadvar advised, I nodded and we soon jump out of cover and rushed our enemy.

It was difficult going up the stairs, especially when the Nord literally jumps off it, with a battle axe over his head coming down on you, well Hadvar really. We both stop for a moment, looking at the man, my eyes filled with panic as I never expected the man to do that. Hadvar on the other hand, moved over to the side, and suddenly the tables turned as the nord's eyes widen, coming down on the stoney stairs with all his force, falling face first, and tumbled down the stairs.

It was… unexpectedly anti-climatic.

Sprinting up the stairs, I notched on my arrow and aimed at the running figure as he opens the door and runs in. I cursed my good for nothing luck, "Hadvar, expect company, get that other person's bow and quiver and hide behind one of the pillars. They'll bottleneck out of the temple."

"Bottleneck?" he asked.

"Come out in either twos or threes, easy to take down at a distance." I replied, the man nodded and grab the man's arrows, a breton from the looks of it. I hid on the far side of the temple while he hid beside the pillar near the stairs. And soon, we waited, it wasn't long before we saw the doors open once again, and as predicted, two came out, our arrows notched and released, killing them instantly, through the chest. Three more this time, one in iron armor. I took out the two in furs, one got hit in the leg, the other getting hit in the neck, then took out the first one in the gut. Hadvar though was more experienced, as he aimed, his arrows struck through the exposed skin not covered by chain mail or iron armor. The man staggered, then an arrow into the face, killing him instantly.

Waiting for a moment, I saw nothing, and for a moment, I went out of my hiding place at the pillar, no movement, no retaliation, now arrows flying out of the darkness. They're either dead or gone further inside.

There was a sudden clash of metal, and my head immediately turned to see Hadvar fighting off the nord that foolishly jumped from the stairs. The two fought, dancing around each swing and grunted as they try to overpower each other with their weapons. Hadvar kept his distance from the man's battleaxe, as the iron weapon clashed against the stone, and immediately blocks Hadvar's slash with his weapon.

He was unexpectedly skilled.

But what surprised me was the iron shield that he was holding to help block and thrust against his enemy, using his fallen comrades weapons against him, as Hadvar picked up off the corpse of a bandit that was living out here. The nord didn't expect the thrust and was pushed back, his weapon making him lose his balance, and as he looked up , seeing Hadvar strike him down with his imperial sword, cutting him across the shoulder.

I looked back at the entrance, seeing nobody coming out, yet the doors still open. We picked through the dead for a moment before we stood before the entrance, I looked back at the Legionnaire, and saw he was looking back at me. Just like Helgen's Keep, I knew he got my back.

… Probably.


A/N: And another chapter done once again. We see the effects starting to drag on and even people have their limits, no matter how grand their schemes are. Like I said, anything could happen in Skyrim, and Connor has a lot to do in order to adapt, and it has been a long a painful struggle in order to adapt. As the mysteries start to add up, they will be presented later, and I hope you all hold onto your seats, and have a plate of cheese and a bag of popcorn near you. Please read and review once your done, and if you all like it, fav and follow so you will hear more of these adventures unfold.

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