I leave you with what is known as "The Prophecy of the Dragonborn". It often said to originate in an Elder Scroll, although it is sometimes also attributed to the ancient Akaviri. Many have attempted to decipher it, and many have also believed that its omens had been fulfilled and that the advent of the "Last Dragonborn" was at hand. I make no claims as an interpreter of prophecy, but it does suggest that the true significance of Akatosh's gift to mortalkind has yet to be fully understood.

When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world

When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped

When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles

When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls

When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding

The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.

~ The Book of the Dragonborn

The roar of the dragon overhead drowned out the screams of Irileth's men. She watched as they fell, giving a small prayer to the ones who wouldn't come home. Fire and smoke turned turned the air foul, leaving streaks of black across her face. Her sword arm was begining to slow as the dragon circled overhead. She peered across the tower at the girl from Helgen. She didn't seem to be having much luck either. The Dragon was tearing the tower apart. Survival was slim at this point.

"We can't hold out much longer!" The girl's voice echoed in what was left of the tower.

Irileth's response didn't come, the dragon had knocked her to her feet. As he spit more fire, she swore that she could hear words in between his roar. Irileth steadied herself and searched the skies for the giant beast. She finally spotted him, comming around for another burst. She tucked in her knees and rolled away from the flames as they shot past her.

More of the soldiers screamed, the smell of burnt corpses in the air. It shook Irileth more than she liked to admit. She had fought many battles, but they were always against people. Not monsters from legends.

Remembering the girl, Irileth scanned the battlefield for a sign that she was still living. Eventually, she spotted her on the ground, just as the dragon landed before her.

Cursing, Irileth sprinted down the crumbling stairs of the tower, dodging falling stone debris. The cries of the guardsman could be heard from miles away. She feared that the dragon would kill them all if she didn't aid them.

As she finally hit the last step of the tower, she readied her weapon. But before she could even strike, the dragon reared its head, shaking the ground as it fell. The girl from Helgen stood behind it, her blade falling from her hands.

The sounds of battle turned to silence. Each and every soldier on the field turned to the lifeless body. The flesh of the dragon seemed to glow, then move. As if an invisible force was controlling it. The light glided through the air, twisting. It was both elaborate and beautiful. The wisps abrupty turned towards the girl. She gasped as the light practically faded into her. As if she was absorbing the power of the dragon, leaving only a skeleton behind.

The guards, including Irileth, stared at the girl. Pure shock running through their blood. No one dared to move, as of it would disturb the moment. Some soldier gawked in amazement, others narrowed thier eyes in suspicion. But each and every one of them was quiet. They were indisputably thinking the same thing. How what they saw in front of them was impossible.

Irileth never believed in fairy tales. Never chased after legends. But what she saw in front of her couldn't be ignored. And as she stared into the eyes of the girl, the girl who had absorbed the soul of a dragon, only one word could come to mind.

Dragonborn.