Months passed since the nordic hero heard the story and since then it grew more and more popular. First it was a mere whisper in the alleyway now the story is told in the inns. And all bards claim the story to be true. A dragon of immense size with scales black as night forced an entire country into submission turning all mortal races into slaves. Now the only resistance is a undead army of soldiers who still long for their freedom.

Those who hear the story acted usually like it was nothing, or they went to Adrianna the blacksmith for weapons or armor. No one was surprised to see men, women and even children carry some sort of weapon on them. It could be rather unsettling at times so many people with at least a dagger on their person.

This must be the price for peace. Needing to be prepared at a readies notice to fight a dragon or an army of men that they knew so little about. It was better he had to say, at least Alduin wouldn't return for another era or more, at least he hoped.

The Dovahkiin in the past months improved his armor to be better than ever before with some alchemy and enchantments, he also helped people throughout the province of Skyrim from killing a bear that kills the live stock, to saving the innocent from bandits, or to slaying a dragon that terrorized the hold.

The young nordic man was back at Breezehome back from another adventure, he started dinner while his housecarl was out on guard duty since extra precaution to the safety of the hold was that many trained warriors had to help in the watch since Jarl Vignor Gray-Mane tripled the patrols.

A knocking came from the door. The Dragonborn looked up and didn't hear it again, it was probably the children playing a game or something of the sort. He continued making the venison stew. The knocking came again. The Dragonborn went to the door, he opened the door and no one was there. He closed the door and went to continue the venison stew. The door knocking came again. The nord grunted went to the door and opened. As expected no one was there. The Dragonborn this time went to continue the venison stew, his back was towards the door, when the knock came from the door once again he turned around in the middle of the knock and shouted. "fus" The shout flung the door open and anyone in its way staggered backwards, then he saw a shadow on the ground with no body attached to the shadow. From what the shadow suggested the person must have used an invisible potion and waited to be invited in, he wouldn't have guessed he would be visited by a someone using a invisible potion, at least not in a non-hostile way such.

To much of his surprise the person went inside and remained silent. The Dragonborn tried to apologize or start a conversation, but was met by silence. He finished the venison stew and offered the guest some, which for a change they accepted. When finished he cleaned up while the guest remained silent.

It was that way for an hour then a blue light surrounded the guest, and the unexpected guest was revealed. The bosmer was dressed in fur armor with a hood, which was kept down giving a good look at her features. She was as tall as a breton in stature, much like the rest of the females in her race, her chestnut hair was kept in a ponytail with some hawk feathers tied to some strands of hair. Her pointed ears poked through her hair, her chin was rather angular her cheeks were flat, her nose was small and elegant, and her eyes were sea green they were slanted the same way as most elves. A tattoo was on her left cheek that seemed to resemble a wing of a butterfly or moth. Her words were quiet and in a calming voice "I have something for you Arilid Strong-Shield."

That was the Dragonborn's name, and he was surprised that the elf knew his, he kept his left hand behind his back ready to release a frost spell at a moments notice. She then smiled, like her voice it was calming. From a small leather bag on her back she took out a paper with the imperial dragon seal. He was curious now, he opened and read the letter.

Greetings Arilid Strong-Shield

I formally request your presence within the Imperial City of Cyrodill. Many have heard of your deeds in Skyrim and tho many do not approve of your actions. I however can see past our differences for we have a greater matter at hand that can shape the future of Tamriel for the worst.

Sincerely: Emperor Titus Mede II

Arilid stared at the note, before he can say anything the bosmer spoke first. "You have 6 months until you need to attend the meeting. If you are to arrive early you will remain at the White-Gold Tower and all your needs will be attended to." She turned to leave.

"Wait," Arilid said. The bosmer stopped in her tracks and faced him again waiting to hear what he had to say. "First why does the Emperor request me?"

"You are a hero," she said with respect, "and a Dragonborn, an heir to the Ruby Throne."

Arilid knew that he is considered royalty since he was the Dragonborn but it was strange for someone to say it to him. "Should I be expected to bring anything?"

The bosmer smiled and laughed " The only things you need is what you see as value and anything you need while traveling."

"Can I bring another with me?" Arilid asked.

"Yes" she answered bluntly.

Arilid smiled. "Thank you" With that the bosmer turned towards the door again. "And one more thing?"

She didn't bother to turn around. "I'm listening."

"What is your…" Arilid hesitated a bit "What is your name?"

She was unexpected to hear that. She smiled, it was rare for someone to ask for her name. "Why do you wish to know?"

"We may have just met but I believe we can be good friends" Arilid said, a bit hesitant and feeling awkward. She was attractive, yes, but he just met her and he had a strange feeling they would meet in the future. It would be polite to at least know her name.

The bosmer laughed. "You may call me Fadayla." With that the bosmer named Fadayla left Arilid's home. One thing went through his mind. What does the Emperor want with a ex-Stormcloak Lieutenant.