This is probably the longest chapter yet. I want to make sure my readers are having fun reading this story so I made it longer and a little more interesting later on. Anyways I'll get working on chapter ten ASAP. Enjoy! :D

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::Kevin's POV::

Well here I am, sitting at the middle table in the place they called er.. Jorrvaskr. Supposedly it's a mead hall. Yeah I remember it in English class when I was reading Beowulf. Pretty boring book, but I enjoyed the videos we made with Bame called 'Bamewulf', ha. Anyways, the people here are nice for the most part. Vilkas, Farkas and Kodlak. Aela is kinda weird, giving us all weird looks and stuff. Then there's the other guy, I forget his name, like Skor or something. He's way too direct.

The other lower ranking people are okay. The elf guy with the darker skin, he's okay, but he seems to resent our presence here. Same with the crazy woman that hates the elf. Seems like they have something in common for a change. Then there's the drunk guy who always talks about mead. He doesn't really care. The rest of the people are fine.

"Kevin, when did Bame say he would come back?" Steve suddenly asked directly.

"I'm not sure. He didn't say, why?"

He had a slight concerning look on his face. He rested a fist on his chin. "Well, it's been like two days. What happens if he got ambushed by robbers or whatever?"

Jon, while chowing on his chicken breast, raised a finger. "Bame.." *Chew, munch, munch* "he'll be just fine. I mean, he's played Skyrim for a while now. He knows what he's doing." I noticed that Vilkas heard him say 'played' and he gave Jon a wary eye.

"What do you mean by 'played Skyrim'?" I looked at Steve who didn't make eye contact with Vilkas. What was I going to say?

"He meant 'knows' about Skyrim," I said with the least amount of hesitation possible. I don't think he bought it, but he let the saying slide.

"Okay.. Well anyways, Jon's right, Bame will be just fine. He's one tough son of a troll." Ha! Son of a troll. That made me laugh. Speaking of funny Skyrim sayings, maybe ill get to hear that 'arrow to the knee' saying sometime. That would make my day!

Steve laughed at the joke and eased up. His face kept that slight concerned look though. Bame will be back. I'm sure of it.

"Hey, whelps," Vilkas called out. 'Whelps'? Come on, we pretty showed him our skills. "We got a thing to do. There's a giant outside Whiterun causing problems at one of the farms and you three are going to help Aela, Farkas and I take it down."

What the heck? "A giant?!" There's such thing as a giant. That's not good..

"Yeah, they are tough bad guy," Jon said strapping us his holster. Steve gave me a concerning look. "Don't worry fellas. We can handle this guy." Jon had a confident sense in his accusation. He picked up an unclaimed metal helmet and put it on. The helmet reminded me of the ones from Lord of the Rings. I wanted one, haha.

"Jon, you got another one of those?" I asked calmly.

Jon looked around a bit and he spotted another helmet. The helmet was gold or had a golden color to it and had a shape of a face on it. It seemed pretty heavy duty. Jon raised it up and down to test the weight. "It's not too heavy, but it'll do fine." He handed it over to me.

The helmet, I have to admit, was so cool, but it was kind of heavy. "Jon, you know what kind of helmet this is?"

He nodded, "Yeah, it's a Dwarven helmet. From what I remember, Dwarven armor is pretty tough, but is also one of the heaviest armor out there." I put on the helmet and adjusted it to make it more comfortable. I figured that my head would be safe enough in this thing.

"Hurry up whelps! The giant is still out there destroying the farm!" Vilkas yelled out.

"Okay okay." I picked up my crossbow, a couple of bolts and geared up. Steve wrapped his knife holster, holding his turquoise short sword, around over his right shoulder and below his left and tightened it. He looked over to me and nodded. Jon finished putting on his steel arm guards. "Okay Vilkas, we are ready to go."

"Alright," He put on his wicked awesome helmet, "lets go."

::Cain's POV::

We were walking on the road to Whiterun or wherever telling the Jarl or king about sending troops to the small village. This guy, Bame, said that we are very good friends and that I am not acting normal. Well, aside that I don't remember anything, he is right. How come I can't remember people, but I can remember English and things? I don't know, his guess is as good as mine. Maybe I should get know him a little more.

"So you are Bame?" The burly guy nodded with a hint of confusion in his expression. "Okay, how do I know you?"

"Well, we have been friends since seventh grade in school. Your dad was the teacher so he pretty much gave you an A and the all others in our group."

Ha, I can see that happen and I laughed at his comment. "Ha, I'm sure he would of."

"Yeah, he's a good man. Pretty funny too, if you ask me." He laughed. "He always had the cheesiest jokes, but because it was him, they were so funny."

"Oh, so he's one of 'those' guys. Ha I get it." He started laughing at my comment.

"Well at least you still have your sense of comedy Cain. Do you know how you lost your memory?"

I gave him a look like I was saying 'are you serious?'. He laughed, "I know, dumb question. But do you remember anything, like did you see someone or something?"

"Uh, the only this I remember very vaguely was some weird thing. I thought it was just a dream though."

He looked at me with a concerning expression. "What was the 'weird' thing?"

"It was something with a lot of eyes and tentacles. It was weird." I looked over at him and he returned a very shocked look.

"No way.. Shit.." He stopped walking and face palmed. I was starting to get kind of worried by his reaction.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" He looked up at me and his gaze slowly focused past me. His eyes opened up wide.

"Oh shit, look over there!" He pointed out of the lush into a field. I saw a giant guy and four people circling it. Another guy was back a little, from the looks of it, his hands had electricity. Behind him, he was another person with pretty awesome helmet on, with a crossbow.

Bame started sprinting to help. "Come on Cain, they need our help!" I hesitated, but then followed after him. I was well enough behind him, but I was catching up. As we got closer to the fight, the giant guy was waving his huge stump with a rock tied to the end of it at the four other people.

"Bame! It's about time you came back. Help us out you whelp!" One of the people ordered. The guy had a huge sword and a pretty cool armor setup.

"Alright. Stay back Cain." He waved his hand to make me stay back and joined the circle. The giant just stood there waving his weapon around. "You have a good shot, Kev?" Bame suddenly shouted at the guy with the crossbow. He peeked back to the guy and the guy nodded while aiming down his sight. "Take it!"

The guy shot an bolt from the crossbow and it bolted through the air. The bolt nailed the giant in the neck which made it fall to his knees. The giant pressured a hand to his neck and dropped his weapon in his other hand. A woman that was circling the giant took out a small sword and swiped down at the giant's neck. The sword sliced in the giant's spine killing him instantly. She pulled the sword out and cleaned the blood off of it.

"Well that's taken care of," Bame announced as he placed his huge axe on his back. The other people put their away in their holsters and on their backs.

"Cain! Your here!" One of the smaller guys said.

"Oh hey.." I didn't know what to say. Bame walked up to and whispered something in his ear. The guy looked back at him with his eyes widened in shock. Then Bame walked up to the other two guys who were twins. Jon walked up to me and put out a hand.

"Hi I'm Jon."

I returned the greeting and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Jon." He smirked at the greeting. "I'm guessing that I know you."

"Yeah, we're buds. Bame tells me that your memory has been erased or something, right?"

"Clearly, I don't remember anything. So I'm sorry that-"

"Oh no it's fine. Bame told me the situation you are in."

I raised an eyebrow. "What situation am I in?"

He hesitated and looked back at Bame. "Oh he didn't tell you that yet? Oh, ask him about it. He'll tell you what happened."

"Um.. Okay."

Bame walked over with the twins. "Cain, this is Kevin," he pointed at the guy with the crossbow, "and this is Steve," he pointed at the other guy with robes and a hood.

"Hey Cain." They both greeted.

"How are ya guys doin?"

"Swell," Steve replied. I saw Bame smirk and shake his head.

"I'm fine," Kevin replied with a easygoing expression.

"So who are you?" The guy with the awesome armor asked me. Bame walked up next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Vilkas, this is Cain. He's one of us." He gave me a funny look, nodded and turned to walk away. Bame unwrapped his arm and pointed at the other three people. "Okay, the one that just talked to us," I nodded, "yeah that's Vilkas. Don't worry, he never likes newcomers. Anyways," he pointed at the jacked monster of a man, "that's Farkas. He's a bad ass as you can already see. I have yet to beat him in an arm wrestle." The burly man just chuckled and crossed his arms. "And her," he pointed at the redhead woman with camouflage face paint, "she's Aela. She's a skilled hunter." She gave him a friendly smirk. "Alright. Lets take you where you will sleep." We started walking to the city on a hill.

::Bame's POV::

Well, Cain is here. I better get him to Dragonsreach to make him tell the Jarl about Helgen. I saw Cain sitting at the center table with his hands in his face and I took a seat next to him. "You alright pal?"

He took his hands off and looked at me with his eyebrows up. "Yeah I'm just fine. And you?"

I grabbed ahold of a cup of water and brought to him. "I'm just fine." He took ahold of the cup and started downing to water. "You know, we should still go up to Dragonsreach to tell the Jarl about what happened."

He nodded while downing the drink. He set it back down on the table and took off his hide bracers. "Before we go, what is a Jarl?"

"A Jarl is like a king or the leader of a region in Skyrim. They are highly respected and you should be humble when you approach him." He started nodding and he looked back to his cup. He picked it back up and drank some more.

He put the cup back down and he exhaled hardly. He must of been really thirsty. "Okay, well I'm good to go."

I got up from my seat and took a huge stretch. Cain got up after me and took an apple from a bowl. "Let's head up."

We walked outside of Jorrvaskr and started walking down the stairs. It was dusk with clouds forming up. It will probably start raining later on. As we walked through the wind district, we saw people heading to their houses. The Talos zealot stopped his little preach and walked away down to the lower district. Some Whiterun guards were walking up the stairs heading to the barracks. We followed them up and came to the keep doors. We entered the doors and saw that Balgruuf was getting ready to go up to his room.

We walked up the stairs and saw Irileth, Lydia, and Farengar sitting at the right table. Lydia noticed me walk up and she waved to me. I waved back with a friendly smile. She smiled back and watched me approach the Jarl.

Balgruuf noticed me approach him and gave me a smile. "May the Gods watch over you battles friend." I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. That was like his catch phrase. Cain looked at me with look clearly saying 'hypocrite'.

"And with you as well my Jarl. My friend and I have some news about Helgen." His face gradually started becoming serious.

"What kind of news?"

"Good and bad. I'll start with the bad news." He nodded and change his position on his thrown to an on edge sense. "Dragons are back, including Alduin the World-Eater." His eyes became wide and his mouth gaped.

"By the Nine! Are you serious?"

"Yes. It was Alduin that burned down Helgen. He is bringing them back to life!" He shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead. "Also, Riverwood needs aid. Alvor, the town's blacksmith sent me and my friend to tell you, Jarl Balgruuf." He looked over to Irileth and then to Proventus and motioned them to come over.

Irileth started, "We should send some guards to Riverwood to assist-" Proventus interrupted.

"The Jarl of Falkreath will think that you took arms with Ulfric and will think that you will being marching on the holds capital."

"I know but I will not let dragons slaughter people in my hold! Irileth, send some guards there at once!"

She bowed and placed a hand on her heart. "Yes my Jarl." She began running down to the barracks to take some volunteers for the job. Proventus grunted and leaned back on the wall.

Balgruuf looked back to me. "You never told me the good news."

"Oh yeah that's right. Alright, you aren't going to believe this, my Jarl." Once again he had his serious face set. I pointed at Cain. "This, my Jarl, is Cain. He's the Dragonborn."

His eyes widened in amazement. "How are you so sure of that?"

"Let's just say some Divine told me to protect him and save him from Helgen."

He almost started laughing. "You are going to have show me a little more proof. Then I'll believe you." I sort of saw that coming. I noticed the fact that he is very wary and careful on if people are telling the truth, especially in a place like Skyrim. Then an idea sparked up. I remember in the game that the Greybeards shouted at the ground revealing the writings in dragon. Maybe I could do it. The only one I'm going to try is Unrelenting Force, starting with Force or Fus.

I looked at the ground and pointed my face to it. "Fus.." I whispered. A small steady blue aura hit the ground and symbols formed up. Balgruuf looked at the ground with amazement and tried to study the symbols. "Oh wow it worked. Okay Cain, look at the words and uh.. This is going to sound corny, but feel it in you." Cain smirked at me and looked down at the symbols.

::Cain's POV::

I was looking at the words and things got a little.. different. For some reason, I can read this symbol and it reads 'Fus' meaning force. Interesting. The word was pretty much in my head. It was pretty cool, but I feel that something is missing. "I know what it means. It means force. But I feel that something is missing."

Bame looked back at me and smirked. "That's 'cause you don't have the knowledge to project it into a Thu'um or shout. You pretty much just yell out the word when you know enough about it in the dragon language."

He had a good point, but how do I gain a better understanding of the word. I noticed that the Jarl was sitting there in his chair with a finger in his mouth, I'm sure it's a good show to watch. "So how do I learn it better?"

Without hesitation, "well there's two ways. One: you go through a constant practice of saying the word and learning to understand the full meaning of it. That's the way I and pretty much anyone else have to do it. The second, only you can do because you are a Dragonborn. Either you convince someone to allow you to tap into their understanding of the word or," he pointed at a huge skull above the Jarl's chair, "you absorb the soul of a dragon that you killed. It happens automatically if you are near a dead dragon."

Many things are going through my head right now. First, I'm a Dragonborn which I have no idea what that is. Second, I guess I could learn a 'shout' easier than others could. Third, I can take the souls of dead dragons. Holy shit. "Take it easy Cain, you have a great privilege of being the Dragonborn. Your possible fate is very important."

I think I can see what he's saying. "I'm guessing what you are saying is that I'm like a prophet or something."

He squinted his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "In a way, yes, but ultimately, no. You are more of a savior or protector, if that's the path you take." Okay I'm a savior or protector, but of what? I don't even know if I want to be this Dragonborn.

The Jarl leaned up. "Well you fellas convinced me, and Bame's right, Dragonborn. In ancient legends, the Dragonborn is a mortal with a soul like that of a dragon. It says that he or she is sent by Akatosh to protect the mortals from Alduin the World-Eater. In a sense, your destiny is to protect us from Alduin and/or ultimately defeat him. Without that, the world will end."

My brain started to race faster than a drag racer. I face palmed and closed my eyes completely shut. "So, what you guys are telling is that I'm this Dragonborn and I'm expected to save the world from extinction from a large black dragon?" They both looked at each other, then back at me and nodded. I started to feel a little light headed. "And if I fail, then the world ends and that's on me." I felt my heart start pounding fast and my stomach was getting uneasy. "Ugh.. I'm going to be sick." I was going to fall to the ground but Bame caught me and he brought me to a chair at one of the tables. I closed my eyes and bowed my head. "Ugh.."

"Cain, I know it's a hard job, but you have to do it. And you aren't going to do it alone. I'm coming along." I opened my eyes and saw Bame crouching down with a cup of water. He handed it to me and I drank up. "I can guide you through this because I know what to do."

It actually felt comforting hearing that a person like Bame would volunteer to help me through this huge responsibility. "Thanks Bame."

"Sure. It's what friends are for." He smiled. The Jarl got up from his chair and whispered to one of the guard's. the guard nodded and ran up the stairs as fast as he could.

"Well, you two saved lives in my hold and I think you both should receive a reward for your services." The guard came down with a golden axe and greenish body armor and placed them on the table. "Thanks Gunnar." The guard bowed and walked back to his station. He picked up the golden axe and handed it to me. "That's what you deserve, a well forged Dwarven war axe. It's been honed and sharpened recently so it should be good for a while."

This axe was actually pretty awesome. "Wow thank you, sir." I gripped the axe and slowly waved it around. Thinking about it, I wonder if this axe will be the weapon I use to kill that black dragon. I'll see.

The Jarl then picked up the body armor and gave it to Bame. "You need something better than that shredded leather armor, you whelp," he joked. Bame smirked and looked down at his.. so called armor. "That armor isn't very useful for the type of warrior you are."

"Good point. But with all due respect, my Jarl," he picked up the armor, placed it back on the table and directed his gaze to me. "Cain here is the Dragonborn. He's going to need all the help he can get. He needs it more than me." The Jarl looked to me and studied my armor. He brought up a hand and stroked his blonde beard.

"Mmm.. Actually, how about this," Bame lifted his gaze and looked back at the Jarl. "That Orcish armor has adjustments on the sides," he showed us the belt like adjustments around the rib cage, "which is very fortunate for Cain. Now for Cain's steel armor, that armor doesn't have adjustments unlike that armor," he pointed back at the other armor. "I have a guard that can use armor his size and I have an larger steel set for you."

Bame nodded in acceptance. "I'll make that exchange. How bout you Cain?"

"That's fine I guess. I don't know much about armor." I'll just leave it to them.

"Okay then, I'll get the armor to you tomorrow. It's late and I need to get up early," the Jarl exclaimed. I guess that makes sense, taking care of a city and all. He took off his armor and placed on the table.

"Sounds good. Be seeing you my Jarl. Lets get back to Jorrvaskr, Cain." He started walking to the door and he motioned me to follow. I quickly got up and followed him out the door.

When we got in, we saw the red head.. err.. Aela. She was drinking from a wine bottle and looks like the wine started to take control of her. There were about ten large bottles of wine and beer, four of them were empty. Her eyes and eyelids were a pinkish-red color. "Aela? What brings you here this later at night?" I looked at Bame and he started cracking a smile.

"Nothin', juss drinkin zum o' da mead an' ztuff.. BURP!" She was wasted out of her mind. I covered my mouth a little to hide my laughing. She noticed my laughing, "Wat are ew laughin at punk?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Bame told me a funny joke before we came in."

"Sssure he' di'. Wash who you dealin wiff boya." She chugged the rest of the bottle and threw it across the room, shattering all over. She took another bottle, uncorked it and took another swig.

Bame waved his to make her stop. "Aela, you had a little too much. You should just stop before-"

"Be'or whaT? I've drinkin mo'e dan dis, Ba'e!" She got up from her chair very roughly, still bottle in hand, and tried to walk over. Bame walked down the steps and fast walked to her in case he needed to catch her if she fell. Aela was stumbling over her own feet, but she caught herself on each chair. Then she didn't notice that there wasn't a chair to support her and she was in free fall. Luckily, Bame caught her before she face planted into the hard ground.

"Aela, you shouldn't get yourself this drunk. It's going to kill you if you drank this heavily!" She only opened an eye halfway and began laughing hard as she rolled around Bame's arms.

"Nah Bame, I wiw be juss fine."

Bame looked up at me with an annoyed expression. "Uh there's a room with beds down those stairs over there." He nodded in to the other side of the room. "There should be a room with nobody in it, take that one," he whispered.

"Alright, I'll see you then?" I quietly asked back.

He looked back at Aela, who was just laughing and waving her head around in his arms, and then back at me. "Yeah, I just have to take her back to her room and put her to bed. Alright.." He inhaled a breath as he picked up Aela. Aela wrapped her arms around his neck. Seems like she was wanting something from him, hehe. Anyways, Bame and I quietly headed down the stairs.

::Bame's POV::

Jesus Christ, she was drunk out her head. I directed can to the room I was talking about and he nodded and entered the room. I walked through the hall way trying to get her to keep quiet, but she kept on giggling at my annoyed expression. I looked into her room and saw that no one was in the other bed. Skjor was probably on a quest or doing a job.

I quietly walked into the room and Aela's foot accidently hit the door closed. Or was it an accident? Awe Shit.. I placed her on her bed, took her bow and dagger off and placed them on one of the open tables.

"Zo Bame, you goin to hewp meh take off mah armaw?" I stopped in my tracks and closed my eyes shut. I knew what she was going to try to do. Yeah, not happening. She's drunk and definitely NOT my type, and she's like thirty! I'm only eighteen! That would be extremely, yuck. "Zo are ya?"

I hesitated. I didn't know what to do. If I helped her, she would attack me and if I didn't, she would start yelling out waking everyone up. Lose, lose situation. God damn it.. I wish Skjor was here to care of this.

I decided that it would look sketchy if she starting yelling out and I was in here, alone with her. God forbid, I was going to help her take her armor off. "Fine.."

She smirked and tried her best to get in a sitting position. I helped her get in the position and then she wanted me to get her to her feet. So I got her to her feet. She turned around and she stumbled a little but I still caught her. I saw the way to take her armor off which was to untie six sets of leather string and then like a belt that made the armor stay in place. I began to untie them and she started giggling. "Hehe, dat tickles." She was clearly trying to seduce me. Why me? Why fucking me?!

I continued to undo the knots and she kept on giggling. Then it got to the belt thing. I pulled a little to undo the belt and I slipped it out. She moved her hands forward and the armor dropped right onto the bed. Immediately, I noticed that she wasn't wearing an undergarment. Fuck, she was fucking topless in front of me! She turned around with a very seducing look and I immediately looked away. I started for the door to get the fuck out of there but she grabbed ahold of my leg and I fell.

Oh God, not good! "Aela! No! Stop! We can't do this!" I flipped over and she pounced on top of me, still topless. I closed my eyes shut as hard as I fucking could. She was pinned down my arms and legs and I couldn't move.

"Come on! You know tha' you like whatcha zee."

"No I really don't! You are fucking twelve years older than me, or even more!" She just laughed at my attack.

"Dozent matta, er mine tonigh'!" At that point my adrenaline rushed and I broke free from her pin. I rolled over and got to my feet. She, surprisingly, quickly got up in a pouncing stance. What the fuck was I going to do to get out of this?

Suddenly, she pounced at me, but I stopped her from knocking me down. I spiraled my arms making her arms flail about, which did create a disturbing image in her chest area. She staggered back a couple steps and her eyes flickered a little. She was going to fall back! I quickly sprinted to catch her, thankfully I caught her.

Seems like her energy was spent. I picked her up and carefully placed her on her bed. I took off her boots and arm guards and put them on the table. God, this woman is a fucking lunatic, at least when she's drunk. I picked up a bed cover and placed it over her almost completely naked body. I made sure that she was warm and started walking out the door. Thankfully she was asleep. I closed the door behind me and walked to my bed.

When I entered the room, Cain gave me an amused look. I shook my head and pulled off all my armor. "What happened?" He asked almost about to laugh.

I rolled my eyes and laid down on one of the empty beds. "Talk about it tomorrow. Night Cain." I flipped over and attempted to sleep. Obviously I was going to get nightmares on this..

Hopefully that was a good chapter. I thought it was interesting. Well, please review and comment. Chapter 10 should take me a couple days. Until then. :)