One year had passed. Sizaan stood by the fields of Whiterun once again. She's been summoned unknowingly by a faint roar from a distance. She wasn't mad nor she is hallucinating. The wind seemed to gone still as that faint roar travelled through her ear once more. Her sword withdrawn, coated with oil from the base to the tip. As the roar and sound of wings grew closer, her breathing seized. She gazed upon the snowy mountain far from where she's from, but not far enough for the dragon it seems. Two figures emerged from the tip. It may seem that she has to fight more than she bargained for. She tore her eyes from the figures and looked at the ground she stands. Iron swords protruded from the earth, surrounds her. All are coated of oil but it seems that one of the dragons breathe fire instead of frost. She would have to pay attention before throwing a hit.

The dragons roared again. With the help of magic, she coated her sword in flames. As she continued to observed the approaching dragons, she notices that they seem to be … fighting each other. Confused as she was, she stood her ground and waited. Lifting her sword, she pointed it towards the frost dragon. With the help of her Dragonborn blood, she threw the sword straight to the dragon's chest. This angered it more and clawed the fire dragon's face. The other wasn't able to recover fast as the frost one attacks it with its icy breath causing it to fall on the ground. Taking this as an advantage, Sizaan grabbed two iron swords, coated it with flames and threw it straight at the frost dragon's chest again. The frost gave her its attention as it descended down on her. Before she was able to grab another sword, the dragon dropped on the ground. It snapped its mouth on her way but she was able to dodge. Rolling away from the dragon's direction she grabbed another sword and coated it with flames. Before the dragon was able to face her direction, she jumped on its back and run towards its head. With all her strength, she stabbed the dragon on its head. The dragon didn't fall for that. It angrily roared and tried to shook its head trying to dislodge her. She held on the sword tightly and focused her magic once more. The spell is called "Firebolt." It is an apprentice spell. For a novice like her, this would take all of her mana. Last time she tried this, she lost her conscious. Good thing Vilkas was there to take her back to Jorrvaskar. Now, there is no Vilkas. No allies to rely on. But this is the only way for her to defeat this dragon as her grip on sword is about to dislodge. Before she was fling on who knows where, she released the spell. Next thing she knew, she hits the ground and then… nothing.

"If you could visit any other game, what game would you visit?"

"Hmm… I think it would be Skyrim."

"I would like go to Skyrim too. It seems interesting enough like Warcraft."

"Well… if you would go to Skyrim then I would also go there. Maybe I could show your around"

"That sounds about right."

"I'm always right Kina."

"Narcisst."

"You're one to talk!"

She woke up not only because of the pain she feels, but also because she is being nudged by a hard object. Nudged or poked? Either way, it won't stop. She lets out a growl when they hit that painful side of hers. They seem to stop after. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a few more times before her blurry vision became clear. She regret opening her eyes by the way. Not only she is lying on her side facing whoever is disturbing her sleep, she is being nudged by a dragon.

"Dovahkhiin…" why was she even surprised?

"Mirmulnir… what are you doing here?"

The dragon didn't reply. Instead he nudged his beak on Sizaan's stomach again. Sighing, she grabbed his beak and let him help her stand. With him by her side, most of her weight is being carried by him. She couldn't even feel her hands. Looking down, she saw that her arm down to her hand was suffering from probably a second degree burn. No wonder she didn't want to move. Their walk was as slow as a snail until they were able to reach the corpse of the frost dragon. The skin seems to be still intact. Usually in the game, when the soul is absorbed, the skin disappeared leaving its bones.

"What… what am I doing here?" She asked. Before giving her an answer, Mirmulnir stepped back and let Sizaan stand on her own.

"Sil Dovahkiin. Sil." Soul. Isn't that supposed to be automatic? She thought. She is clueless on what she needs to do but it seems resting her hand on the dragon might be a good start. As she lay her palm, an uncomfortable tingling spread throughout her body. She felt as if she's back on the void talking to Akatosh again. Her vision became scattered. There were flashes of places. It looks like she was viewing it in a flying drone. All changed when she saw Mirmulnir breathing fire on her! and she seemed to… roar in response?

Memories! Of course I'm looking at the frost dragon's memories! The scene continued until she saw herself. She watched their fight once again until the part where she was thrown away. The scene was filled with painful roars and fuzzy vision. The dragon soon stopped and it's head resting on the ground. A few moments later, Mirmulnir appeared.

"Hi… Gruth Zu'u… Gruth … Alduin…"

"Zu'u aam Dovahkiin."

"Gruth"

The scene ended with her breathing too hard through her mouth. Her heart pounding so much that she thought it could lead her to an incoming heart attack. She glanced down at her injuries. Her once burned hands are now healed completely, leaving no scars to show that she fought a dragon. Before she could dwell in the amazing healing capabilities of a absorbing a dragon soul, she looked at Mirmulnir who was busy licking his own wounds.

"You… you led him to me." The dragon seized his actions and slowly faced her. Bowing down, he rested his head on the ground.

"Forgive me Dovahkiin."

"Why?"

"Alduin seeks your dinok Dovahkiin. Other dova are called for you. You… don't have…"

"Time…" The dragon hums in agreement as he gazed on the Dragonborns' hesitant eyes. Those eyes where different from the eyes he fought before. He hopes that she won't delay. Alduin is near. As he starts to lose hope, he saw the Dragonborns' eyes changed. Before he knew it, the Dragonborn looked through the sky and roared …

"FUS!"