Vilkas awoke from his usual restless sleep. He stared at the ceiling with dreary eyes before he forced himself to sit up, and swing his legs over the side of the bed. He dragged his hands over his face, still trying to regain some sort of consciousness. He stared at the floor with his right elbow resting on his knee, his hand hanging between his legs, and his left palm placed against his thigh. He so badly wanted a good night's sleep, just once. It had been almost two decades since the last time he slept through the night due to the damn beast blood that he took all too willingly at the time. He was too focused on the power that came with it, instead of the troubles it would add to his already battling emotions. If only he could go back, and warn his younger self of the downsides, but it was all in the past now.

He had convinced Farkas to take it too, and now they were both dealing with sleepless nights, among other things. Farkas always could handle his anger better, and it only heightened Vilkas'. He knew he had a hard time controlling it, admitted it to himself time and again, even before the beast blood. Though when the moments came, he would let it control him, just as he always had. At first there were some serious close calls. Skjor and Kodlak would have to drag him through the under forge as he was changing to keep him from causing a massacre. That was back when he had often feasted on the flesh of bandits or other cruel humanoids. He never hurt the innocent, but he had a too many near incidents before he could gain control. That was years ago though, and he had decided to try and hold off his changes as much as possible. Kodlak was convinced there was a cure, so he and Farkas would wait to hunt until it was no longer an option. It had been a couple months since he last hunted, and he knew he would have to change soon; he never could last as long as his brother. He grew more and more restless every day, and it would only be a matter of time.

Kodlak was running out of time, though. The man was old, older than Skjor. He had taken a decent amount of damage over the years, and it took its toll. The old man was like a father to him, and he worried every day that it might be Kodlak's last. He had trouble moving around sometimes, let alone fighting. His joints had begun to ache, and crack when he moved. He'd have often have chest pains under too much stress, but it kept the beast at bay. Vilkas had tried taking his place for a job on multiple occasions, but the stubborn Harbinger wouldn't have it. He said it helped keep him alive and healthy though Vilkas wasn't so sure. He still had the fire in him, and he knew he wouldn't go down without a fight, but maybe it was just that. He wanted a warrior's death. Even if he wasn't heading to Sovngarde afterwards, it would still make all the difference to him.

He finally stood as he pulled himself away from his depressing thoughts, and he walked over to his wardrobe to find some underclothes for his armor. He found some black trousers and a shirt to match, and then threw them on before he lugged on his wolf armor. He had honestly grown tired of the look, but as a member of the circle, he felt it was an obligation to keep up appearances. He walked out of his room, and towards the hall, the armor weighing heavier than usual on him in his weary state. As he passed the main quarters, he noticed many of the whelps were still sleeping. Torvar was loudly snoring, and he could hear Ria grinding her teeth again. The sound caused a small shiver to run down his spine.

What he didn't hear was the tossing and turning he heard a few morning prior. He poked his head through the door and saw her bed was made and her equipment gone. Maybe she finally left. Maybe last night was too much for her. He knew he had said too much, pushed too far. His mouth was always getting him into trouble whether it be women or drunken idiots at an inn. He often said what was on his mind, and it did not bother him to know or care who heard it.

He took the stairs to the mead hall two at a time and when he walked towards the tables, he found his brother and Skjor in their usual spots. Vignar was in his chair on the far end of the room and with the hearing his beast blood gave him, he could hear the old man snoring. Tilma was busying herself with random chores and Brill sat next to Vignar, reading a book. Vilkas heard one extra heartbeat among the people in the room that he could not see and as he approached the tables near his brother he caught sight of long rich brown hair peeking out from behind him. So she hadn't left yet. Vilkas sighed and he wasn't sure if it was from relief or exasperation.

He bypassed his brother to take a seat near Skjor. The man did not always keep the best conversation, but Vilkas had never cared, seeing he was not much for it himself anyways. He grabbed himself some food, though he couldn't help but notice the animated conversation Farkas was having with his new friend. How his brother was overly friendly towards her, he could not understand. He had an immediate infatuation with the girl and originally Vilkas shrugged it off as he always did when Farkas became excited over a woman. But this was… different. Farkas had obviously been flirting with the girl every time he saw her, but Vilkas was sure she didn't take the hint in her ignorance.

She was different from Farkas' usual lay. He liked the smaller and fragile ones, but he wanted a woman to protect, to have children with. He can't count the number of times he brought Ysolda to his bed. She seemed to be his favorite recently, but now it seems he's moved on. Though Asmara was small, he could tell she had a certain ardor and fierceness about her. He could see it in her eyes. Her eyes were almost the same color of the wolf that lurked in his blood but they were so… luminescent. They seemed to shine on their own accord like the sun. They were truly the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and it should have made him sick… but it didn't. The wolf within him howled for her. The moment their eyes met the wolf growled in appreciation, something it had not done before.

She was also different from the women of the Companions. While he found Aela and even Njada to both be strong feminine warriors, they were still tall and gave off an intimidating aura. He learned his lesson a long time ago to not toy around with Aela, sometimes he still paid for it. Asmara may be shorter than Nord women, but she wasn't as stubby as some of the Breton's he had met. She was just short for being any kind of warrior and he chuckled out loud at the thought of her going against the giant she helped take down the other day. Skjor looked at him weird at his random laugh, and Vilkas shrugged at him as he continued eating. It would explain why she favored archery; someone like her would have difficulty wielding a sword and shield, or a great sword.

They continued to converse after he had finished his breakfast, and he wondered what they could possibly talk about for so long. He looked up when he heard a very feminine laugh, and saw her covering her mouth, trying to suppress it as Farkas laughed with her. Why would she do that? She had a lovely laugh, he thought to himself, but quickly shoved the thought aside as if it was never there. She brushed her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit of hers he had noticed, revealing her slightly pointed ears. She had many features of a Wood Elf but he wasn't sure she was a full blooded elf. Her eyes were that of a human, even with their unnatural hue. He continued to ponder the possibilities as he stared at her from afar. He was driven from his reverie when he noticed she was looking back. He blinked his eyes a few times and shook his head, pulling his gaze from her to continue his breakfast.

Before he finally got up to leave, tiring of hearing his brother flirting with the newcomer, the front doors to the hall burst open. The Jarl's housecarl, Irileth, stood there, trying to catch her breath. Skjor quickly stood as his chair moved out behind him, the legs scraping against the floor loudly. Vilkas stood following Skjor as he addressed her.

"Irileth? What is wrong?" Skjor demanded.

"The Jarl calls for your aid." She spoke while taking breaths between her words. "A dragon's been sighted nearby!" She looked at Asmara, just now noticing she was there. "You!" She pointed at her, "You should come too!" Asmara blanched, confusion etched into her face.

"What!? Why me?" She choked out.

"You survived Helgen! You have more experience with dragons than anyone else here!" She shouted at her. Everyone looked towards Asmara. She had never mentioned being at Helgen. Vilkas had called them all rumors just the night before and she said nothing in rebuttal to his accusation. Vilkas wondered what she would have been doing there. Rumors had circulated that Ulfric Stormcloak, and a handful of other rebels had been there as well, and it spiked his curiosity. Was she a Stormcloak sympathizer? It had not made sense, especially with her words from the previous night.

"Yeah, experience running from them!" Asmara exclaimed. "Not sure if you knew, but that Dragon destroyed the villiage, burnt it to the ground. Then it flew away, not a scratch on it."

"Well, if it decides to attack Whiterun I don't know if we can stop it, but we can at least try. I've already instructed a few of my guards to wait by the gates. Meet us there, and we will head to the western watch tower." Irileth stated before running back out the door. It was quiet for a second in the hall, and then Vilkas finally spoke.

"Why haven't you mentioned you were at Helgen?" He asked her directly. She opened her mouth to respond but Skjor spoke first.

"It doesn't matter Vilkas. We need to gather anyone who is ready and go kill us a dragon." Skjor moved for the stairs, heading down to the living quarters to gather the other Companions.

"Irileth was right; regardless of how you dealt with the last dragon, you should go. If not to fight it, at least give some sort of advice. You can always stay back, and use your bow. We need all the help we can get." Farkas said to Asmara and she slowly nodded at him, still in shock. Vilkas and Farkas ran down to their rooms after Skjor to grab their weapons.

Vilkas stopped at the Harbinger's quarters to find Kodlak was already awake and hunched over at his desk. He stood when Vilkas entered the room fully armored. "A dragon is attacking. Skjor and Farkas are gathering the others. We are meeting Irileth at the gates." He stated, and Kodlak looked at him in surprise.

"A dragon? So the rumors were true?" Vilkas nodded at his rhetorical question. "Let me come with you, you'll need all the help you can get." Vilkas gently grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Old man, we're talking about a dragon. Are you sure you should be heading out with us?" Kodlak looked at him, Vilkas' eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"This is the first dragon sighted in nearly four eras. I won't pass up the opportunity to take down the beast." Kodlak responded and Vilkas sighed, running a gloved hand down his face.

"Kodlak please, for the love of Talos. If there's one dragon, I'm sure there are bound to be others. Let us take down this first one so we know what we are dealing with." Vilkas pleaded with him and Kodlak could see it in his eyes. He nodded solemnly and Vilkas left. He walked straight to the other end of the hallway, and banged on the open door to wake up the rest of the companions. They all awoke startled, Torvar falling off his bed with a loud thud.

"Wake up, there's a dragon we're going to need help. They all jumped up at the word dragon, and he yelled for someone to go wake Aela, but she was already walking down the hall fully armored, and her bow slung over her shoulder. He figured Skjor must have woken her. After a few minutes they met up at the front doors together, and traveled to meet with Irileth. When they arrived, she was prepping her guards, and shortly after, she motioned them all to follow her.

Vilkas had his great sword, a bow, and quiver, and even made sure to bring a few daggers with him, just as a precaution. He had one strapped to his chest, another on his belt, and one more strapped to his boot. He wasn't about to go fight a dragon unprepared. He had killed one of everything in Skyrim, and he was going to make sure a dragon was added to that list. He led the other companions behind Irlieth, and when the watch tower was in view, they could see the surrounding fires, and rubble from the building scattered around its perimeter. They gathered just outside the debris, and smoke coated the air they were breathing. With his strong sense of smell the beast blood provided him, he could smell the burning flesh a great distance away, and it was horribly disturbing.

"No signs of any dragon right now, but it sure looks like he's been here." Irileth stated after they stopped, a hand over her eyes as she looked towards the watch tower. She turned to face the rest of them, "I know it looks bad, but we've got to figure out what happened. And if that dragon is still skulking around somewhere." She turned back, and unsheathed her weapon, and started running towards the tower, yelling over her shoulder as everyone followed. "Spread out, and look for survivors! We need to know what we're dealing with."

Vilkas motioned for the other companions to follow, and they all migrated towards the burning rubble with their weapons drawn. The smoke got heavier, and the scorching smell stronger the closer they got. Aela ran up on a large chunk of rubble that had a slope that stood over his head. She took in the area, covering her brow with her hand while trying to see through the smoke. "What do you see?" He yelled up to her.

"Nothing yet! There are a lot of dead guards Vilkas." She looked at him with concern on her face. Irileth ran up the ramp leading to the entrance of the tower, and a guard came out yelling for them to get back, holding his hands in front him of him.

"No! Get back! It's still here somewhere! Hroki, and Tor were just grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!" Soon after, a loud roar echoed in the mountains. "Kynareth save us! Here it comes again!" They all turned towards the roar, but couldn't see anything through the smoke. He heard Aela's yell.

"It's approaching from the South! Get ready!" She readied an arrow, and aimed towards the sky, preparing to fire once the dragon was in range. Vilkas yelled for the rest of them to ready their bows to fire as he did so himself. He could hear the flap of wings before he saw the dragon. He quickly pulled an arrow, and aimed at the dragon appearing through the smoke. "Aim for the wings!" Aela carried out the instruction as she launched what was her first arrow at the abomination.

The dragon circled around above them. He heard its intake of breath and the shout just before he exhaled an obscene amount of fire, catching a few of the guards on fire. An ice Mage quickly made it over to them, dousing the fire before it crippled them severely. The stench of burning flesh grew and Vilkas almost gagged from the smell. They bombarded the dragon with arrows, he could see them sticking from his underbelly and wings. However, with every strong flap of its wings, a number of arrows would dislodge themselves from its body. The dragon seemed invincible. Vilkas was unsure of how they would defeat the large creature. He could feel the beast blood lurking up on him from the excitement of the fight, but he held it at bay as he continued to fire arrows at the dragon.

It continued its assault as they continuously fired arrows from below. "We need to get to higher ground!" He yelled as he ran for the tower, ready to run up the spiraling ramp to the roof. Just before he took his first step on the slope, a hand reached for his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to see who the hand belonged to, and he saw those familiar yellow eyes.

"No! Don't! He'll tear that building apart with you on it!" She screamed over the roar of the monster. He yanked his arm away and continued his ascent. Only a moment later, another deafening roar echoed through the area, growing tremendously close to him. He turned to his right and saw the dragon swooping down at him. Before its large talons could grab him and the other guard stationed there, he felt small hands wrap around his shins, yanking him so he fell to the ground on his chest. The dragon missed him, but sadly grabbed the poor fellow that had been standing there alongside him. He tossed the man to the ground from above the tower and his screams were cut off when he landed on the ground below him. Vilkas looked down to see Asmara holding onto his legs, a combination of concern and fear plastered on her face. He nodded at her in silent thanks as she quickly got back to her feet and aimed her bow at the dragon above them.

"Thuri du hin sil ko Sovngarde!" The dragon roared before he shouted another roaring flame at them. Asmara fired an arrow, sending it straight through his already weakened right wing and he roared in pain. She quickly drew another arrow, aiming for the same wing in an attempt to bring the dragon down. "I had forgotten what faantak you joor provide!" He cackled as he headed back towards Vilkas and Asmara.

Vilkas heard the dragon's intake of breath before the shout and he grabbed Asmara around the waist as she aimed another arrow, causing her to drop it in surprise. He quickly jumped down from the ramp they were on, pulling her with him. He yanked her to him, huddling against the wall of the ramp. He brought them close to the ground, covering her head with his right hand, holding it against his chest. She was curled between his knees as he hunched over her before a blazing fire raged above them while the dragon passed overhead. He released her and quickly moved her head up to look at him. Seeing no evident burns or markings he brought her back to her feet as he stood.

He aimed another arrow along with her, ready to shoot before she spoke. "His right wing has already taken damage. Aim for the soft spot underneath!" She hollered over the chaos surrounding them. He nodded as he sent his arrow flying and it hit the edge of the wing, causing a screech to come from the dragon. Asmara ran out from behind the ramp and took aim when the dragon turned towards the tower once again. He swooped down towards the ground, ready to snatch her up. She quickly drew two arrows from her quiver and squared her feet, waiting for the dragon to move closer. Vilkas looked at her in disbelief as she fired both arrows towards the dragon. The first flew straight to the middle of the damaged wing while the other strayed and hit his hind leg. The dragon curled in on itself, its wings surrounding it as it hurtled towards the ground. Asmara went to move from the dragon's incoming collision, but its left wing clipped her as it slid, sending her flying into a nearby block of rubble. The dragon slid a few hundred yards before coming to a stop, sending a thick cloud of dust and dirt into the air.

The dirt cloud blocked Vilkas' vision and he heard Asmara coughing for air. He crouched next to her as her head rolled around on her shoulders. There was a large gash on her head from the impact of hitting the rubble, and blood was trickling down her face. "Can you stand?" He asked her and she nodded her head as she took his offered hand. He pulled her to her feet then he took off running towards the sound of the dragon and the rest of his companions. He withdrew his great sword after slinging his bow across his torso. He charged out into the clearing to find the dragon rising to its feet.

"Bahlaan paal! Hin viik drun zey zin!" The dragon roared as it spread its wings, turning to face them, knocking away Athis and Njada, who had closed in on the dragon, with its tail. Vilkas charged at the thing, seeing Farkas to his right in his peripherals running alongside him. The dragon sucked in air, ready for another fire shout and Vilkas dodged to the left as the fire flew from its mouth. The dragon's head turned its head following him, but Vilkas was quicker. Farkas came from the other side, slashing his great sword at the beast's torso. The dragon's scaled hide was rough, but Farkas was able to chip away at some of its scales with his Skyforge steel sword. The angered dragon roared and stood on its hind legs. It flapped its strong wings, sending a gust of air and dust at the brothers, sending them flying backwards while stirring a slew of dust into the air that added to the cloud and smoke surrounding the area.

Aela shot a few more arrows into the beast before it noticed her. Its head snapped towards her and as it shot out a fiery breath she jumped off her perch, rolling when she connected with the ground and drew another arrow, firing it into the dragon's neck. The dragon screeched as it tried to shake the arrow from its neck. Farkas recovered from his fall and charged at the beast again. The dragon turned towards his him and Farkas ducked under its wing. He ran under its neck, piercing his great sword into the torso just in front of the wing. The dragon stood, pulling Farkas off his feet with his sword still in hand. The dragon thrashed about with Farkas holding on tight to the sword in his neck. Asmara readied an arrow at the beast, but Vilkas could see her hesitation to fire. She blinked a few times before she aimed, then fired her arrow. The arrow hit just below the dragon's eye and it let out a scream. It tried to take flight again and Farkas went flying through the air, landing front first on the dusty ground. Vilkas saw his brother fall to the ground again, and cried out to him. Farkas pushed himself up slowly, shaking his head. Vilkas blew out a rough breath when he saw his brother was okay. He ran over to him while the dragon fell back to the ground and pursued Ria and Torvar who had slid under the dragon's belly. They began slashing their blades at him from below. When Vilkas reached his brother, Farkas was bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't know about this Vilkas. This thing throws one hell of a punch." He looked up at him through the dark strands of his hair, some of them sticking to his face from sweat.

"We need to gain some sort of advantage. It tramples us from below." Vilkas' eyes light up as the idea came to him. He and Farkas both threw their arms up covering them from the gust of wind, and dirt the dragon continued to fly in the air as it flung Torvar off to the side. Athis ran to him and dragged him to cover by his arms before the dragon could hurl its fire breath at them. Ria had so far dodged all the beast's attacks, but just barely. She was trying her best to stay under its belly and out of site as the dragon continued to pursue her. The dragon turned in circles trying to get her out from underneath him. Asmara stood a little too close and as the dragon swung around once more, his scaly tale hit her torso, sending her soaring through the air into a large pile of rubble. Vilkas and Farkas ran to her side. She lay face down on the ground, more blood gushing from her head wound. Vilkas pulled her to a sitting position and her eyes flickered open for a moment before they closed again. He rested her against the rubble, out of harm's way and turned back to his brother. "We need to get on top of it." Vilkas said to his brother.

"You mean you want to ride the damn thing?" Farkas exclaimed, disbelief dripped in his voice. "I think you're touched in the head brother!"

"No, it can't take flight! It won't let us get close enough to do any real damage to it. We have to attack from above!" Vilkas looked at his brother, complete seriousness on his face. Farkas eye him a moment.

"Okay then. What's the plan?" He asked his brother, uncertainty dripping in his voice.

"Brace your shield and get as close as you can to the him." Farkas nodded as he withdrew his shield from his back and marched over to the dragon that was twisting and turning to find the girl hiding beneath it. It raised itself again, sending more dust into the surrounding area. Everyone was nearly choking on the stuff. Farkas dipped underneath the tail and called for his brother as he ran under its wing. Vilkas held his sword in hand and ran towards his brother. Farkas dropped to one knee and held his shield above him. Vilkas lunged with his right foot forward, connecting with the shield while Farkas stood and pushed up with all his strength, sending Vilkas up and onto the beast.

He grabbed hold of one the large scales sticking from the dragon's spine with his left hand and he placed his left foot on Farkas' sword which was still protruding from the dragon's neck. The dragon began swinging its head back and forth, trying to shake him off. Vilkas pulled himself up to straddle the dragon's neck, but as soon as his right foot swung to the other side the dragon's head reared, sending him backwards before he could lock his legs. Vilkas grabbed a hold of its scales with both hands, losing his sword in the process. The dragon roared fire as it continued its attempt in swinging Vilkas off. Vilkas pulled himself up again, his grip holding on tight. The dragon fell forward, holding itself up with its wings and Vilkas followed its momentum.

He carefully crawled forward, inching his way up the dragon's neck as the rest of the Companions and left over guards continued their assault. He noticed the combined effort as the dragon had become surrounded by warriors who were hacking and slashing at the beast. Finally Vilkas found his balance and locked onto the beast's upper neck with his thighs. His sword was lost, so he withdrew his bow and aimed at where its skull and spine connected. The dragon thrashed about from the attacks below and Vilkas almost missed his shot, but the minute he discharged his arrow, it let out a wail. The dragon fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake beneath him and Vilkas jumped off before he was thrown from its back. As the dragon collapsed, it sent up another cloud of dust. Vilkas walked through the veil of dirt and smoke to where the dragon's head lay. Its breathing was shallow, but its eyes were still slightly open, but they shot open as in sudden realization for a moment as he breathed his last words.

"Dovahkiin! No!" As the dragon's chest fell from its final breath, Vilkas almost felt a twinge of guilt. The feeling soon went away when he looked up and saw the smoke in the area. He smelled the burning flesh of the injured and dead and could hear the moans and cries of those in pain from the dragon's wrath.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the dragon's corpse began to light up from the inside. He stepped back and yelled for everyone to do the same. They all cleared a large circle around the dead dragon as it slowly lit up in a bright flame. Its scales looked as if they evaporated into ash, rising from the body. Soon the flame engulfed the corpse and as the bone began to show an orange and purple light began to swarm around it. Vilkas held his hand up from the brightness of it. The light continued to float about the dragon's corpse until it shot towards the watch tower. The wind caused by the light flew around them and Vilkas walked towards where the light led. The strands of light continued for a few moments with a slight roaring sound, until they were engulfed by the dust and smoke near the tower. He slowly walked towards it and there was an aura emanating from the center of the dusty cloud that was slowly clearing. The aura began to fade by the time he could see what was emerging from it.

Asmara walked slowly from the dust into the clearing. She then stood there as everyone stared at her and the aura swarmed around her and was then absorbed into her body. Her clothes were tattered and burnt. She heaved deep breaths, her hand clutching her chest, bunching her shirt in her fist. She was staring at the ground in front of her and when she looked up she caught the eyes of all the Companions and guards who had expressions of awe strewn across their faces, wide eyed and mouths open. A guard approached her slowly before speaking.

"You… you're dragonborn." He said with a dumbstruck expression. Her eyebrows knitted together and she swallowed heavily before replying.

"Dragonborn?" She said still catching her breath.

"Dragonborn! Like Tiber Septim! You just absorbed that dragon soul!"

"I don't know what happened." She said, still trying to gain some sort of composure.

"Try to shout!" She looked at him, still confused. "Shout! Like the dragons do!" She shook her head and stared at the ground. She looked up and met the expectant eyes of those around her. All was quiet when she looked up to the sky. She took a deep breath and released a pent up energy from the word.

"FUS!" The sound thundered from her mouth and throat. Everyone gasped and she looked at them wide eyed. She was still trying to comprehend what had just happened to her and she appeared scared.

"It's the power of old! The voice of the Dragonborn!" Everyone began murmuring the word as she took in their words. Dragonborn? She was no Dragonborn. She admitted herself that she was no warrior.

Vilkas stared at Asmara, and the look in her eyes conveyed pure terror. Was she afraid of this? She was given the greatest gift from the Gods and she looked utterly horrified by it. A part of him suddenly wanted to console her and comfort her. Help her with the realization. He took one step forward before stopping himself. He was unsure of what she needed, what she wanted or if there was any help he could offer her. He could not stand the look on her face, and it cut through him. Aela was soon at her side, with her hands over Asmara's shoulders and she began walking her back towards Whiterun.

Was this really happening? His eyes followed her and the rest of the Companions joined them as they began their trek back to Whiterun. Farkas joined Vilkas' side and spoke to him, but he did not hear the words. They must not have been important because Farkas did not press for a response. They soon followed them, Vilkas grabbing his fallen sword before they left the scene. The guards were still conversing about Tiber Septim and the history of the Dragonborn. Everyone was asking Asmara questions and pressing her for answers. She had none. She just walked in silence and he could almost smell the fear rolling off of her. She was not this terrified when they battled the dragon. She didn't fear the battle or these reborn monsters. She feared herself.

"FUS!"

Master Arngeir's head shot up from his meditation at the echo of the word. That was an unfamiliar voice using that shout and he couldn't help but wonder where it came from. He stood from his position at the altar and turned to see his fellow Greybeards had gathered in the main hall. They all nodded at him and he returned the gesture before they stepped out into High Hrothgar's courtyard.

Shortly after they trekked out into the unforgiving cold that was the Throat of the World, they heard the familiar voice of their leader.

"Paarthurnax." He greeted the elder and the other Greybeards followed suit.

"I have felt the thu'um of vorey. This is no normal mun. It was the zul of a dovah." He spoke to them and Arngeir pondered his words for a moment.

"Are you implying what it is I think you are implying?" He asked and the elder nodded his head.

"The Dovahkiin has revealed their self. We must summon them so that they shall learn the vahza of the voice." Paarthurnax spoke and so it was. The Greybeards lined up near the edge of the courtyard with their leader behind them. They all meditated for a moment before shouting the word that would bring the Dovahkiin to them. All in unison, including their elder, they shouted to the skies and the earth shook as it had done so before.

"DOVAHKIIN!"

A/N: This has been one of those chapters where I basically visualize it this perfect way in my head. So of course a soundtrack goes along with it. If you want to somewhat know what was going through my head the moment she is realized to be the Dragonborn, the song "Finale" from the first season soundtrack of Game of Thrones is what was playing while I wrote. Perfect for that scene.