Chapter 2
Jane stared up at the wood ceiling, barely conceivable in the dark room. She was completely baffled by all that had happened, still believing she was in a very realistic and wonderful dream. Just hours before she had been sitting in the downstairs room with a remote controller in hand, playing a game she thought was completely fictional.
"I'm in Skyrim," she repeatedly whispered, trying to convince her it was true. "Well if it's not, it's a damn good dream and I don't ever want to wake up."
She admitted that walking in on a bathing Orc had frightened her at first, there were definitely no Orsimer on Earth, but after she had gotten over the initial shock, liked Bo greatly. She bit back a smile as she thought back to her encounter; she unabashedly enjoyed the sight she had seen, now that she thought back to it. She swore he was pure muscle, his thick arms flexing as he reached down to cover himself although she couldn't have seen anything. His rich green skin had glistened with water, and his long brown hair had hung freely down his back.
"He's handsome" Jane thought, realizing her attraction to him. She couldn't deny it. Jane just hated that he thought so low of himself, how he put himself down despite the fact he was trying to make something of his name and race by joining the Stormcloaks.
As her thoughts started to turn to fuzz and the lull of sleep started to settle her last thoughts started to drift…. who is the Dragonborn?