As my vision once again returned to me I could feel nothing again, what was going on, I swear I still had my body, I could move my limbs and my eyes were squinting at what could only be a bright light.

"You don't belong here"

Or not, what was that. It reverberated all around me, yet I could tell that whatever was speaking to me was in front of me, I tried to speak but nothing came out. The light flashed for a bit before speaking again

"I see, that's why you are here"

Well I don't know why I am here, I was just as confused as you were and now I'm more confused, can you enlighten me, please.

"You'll understand soon enough. Child"

What will I understand; I don't even understand what I'm doing here, what is going on

"Good Luck Dra"

As I faded away he said those, my hearing and sight faded again and I felt like I was being trown out of wherever I was. Being sent to wherever.

(No one's P.O.V)

A melodic strumming of a loot. The music came in.

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart

I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes

With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes

(Meanwhile)(Unknown P.O.V)

As it was sent off to who knows where and who knows when by the little pests that betrayed them. It quickly left the rift that it escaped from, out of the void that was its prison for who knows how long. As it flew away from the rift, it couldn't help but notice an orb of energy flying out of it, a soul which held the feel of Sovngarde as well as the blessing of its father. Your plans were gonna failed father, even the last ones could only delay the inevitable. As it followed after the energy, it disappeared. It couldn't hide from him. Alduin was back and this time, Nirn would fall.

(Back to normal P.O.V)

I head a thudding sound as I started to wake up, my head was aching and the hard thuds of whatever I was sitting on continuously rocking and shaking wasn't helping. What felt like splinters prickled my skin? Cold wind hit my bear arms and legs. A rough material fell upon my shoulders and down towards my knees, at least I wasn't naked. What I could only describe as wood thudding on hard ground filled my ears along with the clopping of something, hooves maybe? Onomatopoeia wasn't really my strong point, English in general really. I stir, trying t move my arms. That was annoying, no less than 3 times so far have I been in a state where movement was basically impossible, luckily I wasn't claustrophobic and luckily [Gamers Mind] was on my side. The rope burn would have been annoying. Scratch that the rope burns were gonna be annoying anyway. My vision is blurry when I try to pen my eyes black spots filled my vision, is this gonna happen every time I go to a new world. I feel lightheaded, asking now, how am I lightheaded. Focus. I'm having trouble staying in focus. Wait, no fuck, blurry vision. Check, site line coming in and out of focus like some discount camera. Check, head aching. I'm pretty sure that I'm showing more symptoms, or at least what I think is the symptoms of a concussion. How do I have a concussion? Does [Gamers Mind] mean nothing.

Don't you enjoy the theatrics though?

Make's you really experience the world that you're in

No screens in front of me, though I guess I wouldn't be able to see it that well anyway so...

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." I think I might know where I am. That specific line, the voice was slightly gruffer, I guess then it normally was but it was almost identical to the voice I and so many others have heard over a thousand times, and that might be an underestimation.

Ralof of Riverwood, I'll be honest, of the world I thought I was gonna go to first this wasn't that high on the list. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell" Lokir, the only thing I know about him us that his from Rorikstead. If he had more than twelve lines I might have tried to save him. I could warn him about running, but I have doubts about him listening "You there. You and me — we should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

Well it's likely they weren't looking for me, as far as I know, who knows maybe [The System] might have made me a waned criminal. Though as for you, even if the Stormcloaks weren't there, the Imperials who caught you were Border man, they still might have caught you, and there would've been consequences, I remember stealing a horse in this once and almost dying for it. I doubt they would've executed you for it. Just might have spent some time in prison. I can only assume I'm the Dragonborn, the meeting with Akatosh and [The System] and [?] would do something like that, or I could be an unimportant unnamed character. Either one was a possibilities.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief" well you got to live at least, [Status].

Hands are bound. Can't access status screen

Yeah, should have seen that coming. "Shut up back there", oh the Imperial guard, you think he lives through the opening series, pretty sure he doesn't, you guys are speaking slowly or I'm thinking slow, but my INT can't be that high, this game is supposed to scale isn't it. Though is the people around me just NPC's or do they actually have life to them, I'll guess I'll find out. "And what's wrong with him" Lokir was looking at Ulfric now, what sets of Ralof about that sentence, it doesn't sound rue o disrespectful, or is this some Skyrim thing that's unexplained or more likely, for plot, or something. Ralof sneered at him that was a stronger reaction than usual. Guess that they do have life to them in this. "Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." Kind of presumptuous to name your army after yourself, but I guess they are Ulfric Stormcloak's Stormcloaks. I could taste the fear rolling of Lokir when he heard that, his eyes going wide. "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?" we're all gonna die, or well, you're gonna die and maybe one of the unnamed Stormcloaks, if he had waited for the priest to finish reading him his rites, he might have lived and if you had not run, you would have been taken to the block first, I think. Speculation that's all I have. "I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." I'm pretty sure you have to be killed by a fellow nord to enter Sovngarde, though I could be wrong. Ok, I'm getting impatient, let's just go through the rest of the lines. "No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening." Don't worry Lokir, if I didn't know I was being sent here I would also we panicking, I was panicking when I 'saw' Akatosh. "Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" didn't he introduce himself yet, no he didn't "Rorikstead. I'm…I'm from Rorikstead." Well now you're In Helgen. The Cart just entered the gate of the – city, town – whatever Helgen is. Another no name soldier, that I might end up murdering "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" if you only read the name and don't actually here the pronunciation you'd have no clue how to pronounce Tullius. "Good. Let's get this over with." You'd think they would make a bigger spectacle out of killing the big bad of the civil war, but I guess they don't want to turn him into a martyr.

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me." Which one is Shor now again, I know the rest. Eh, I'll remember later "Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe." Just gonna ignore that, though Vilod might be dead, or at least she might be dead at the end of this. Maybe I'll meet her somewhere along the way. "Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?" ah poor kid is gonna lose his father today. "You need to go inside, little cub" something wit think, not sure what the kids name is. Hmm, lets ignore the rest of that, is the art driving slower than in the game. Oh look the block "Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!" why do people not like her, I swear I've seen so many hate fucking in some stories. Not my problem, I don't like her, but I also have no clue where she's been. "Why are we stopping?" I feel like you should know why we're stopping. "Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." I mean realistically it's the start of the line, you're not gonna die yet and this is the start of the story for me. The Dragonborn, I hope, but killing me of in the beginning would be terrible. "No! Wait! We're not rebels!" they really don't care about that, they don't like this anymore then you do. At least I think so; some of them might actually like watching people die. Why are they killing us in Helgen and not the capital, the martyr thing again? "Face your death with some courage, thief." You know what in a world where dying is normally just around the corner, yeah you shouldn't be scared of it, but you still shouldn't, you know, want to die.

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" they are not gonna listen to the Stormcloaks, also, I think they're no we're not rebels, once again they don't care about insignificant little us. "Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time." Ok here we go, Alduin is late right, or am I thinking too far ahead. Don't you just love when something goes on to long

"Anyone else feel like running?" huh, Lokir's already dead

Even I'm getting tired of how long this is taking, I love lore and story as much as the next guy but.

Fair enough. "Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?" ah hello Hadvar. "I am Kin no last name"

Name: Kin

Class: [The Gamer]

Race: Human (Nord)

"You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim Kinsman" so I can see my [Status] now.

Hands are bound, can't access status

"Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list." I'm starting to get impatient here, either kill me off or bring Alduin in. "Forget the list. He goes to the block." That's mean if I'm not on the list doesn't that mean I'm just a civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I'm sorry, at least you'll die here, in your homeland" this isn't my homeland but thanks for the sympathy, at least what I assume is your sympathy "By your orders, Captain. Follow the Captain, prisoner." Well not that sympathetic, "Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." Didn't he challenge the king to a duel for the throne, was it the use of the voice that made it so bad. There goes the grunting, you know you're gagged, why bother trying to speak. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace." If what we learn latter is true then you are very wrong, or well, there'll be peace for a bit but in the end it won't last long. A loud roar is heard in the distance. Fucking Finally.

(Meanwhile)(Alduin P.O.V)

It could feel it. The soul had found place in the body of one of those pest, what was a Dragonborn gonna do to it without any dragon souls or even the knowledge of it being Dragonborn, it wouldn't be long till the Dragonborn was dead again. It let out a might roar as it approach the site of the Dragonborn's arrival. "RRRRAAAARRRR!"

(Back to normal P.O.V)

"What was that?" Hadvar you are very right to be worried, "It's nothing. Carry on." Oh it's something alright and it's on its way and it's very dangerous. "Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites." I just realize if I follow Ralof, I'd get to fight her. Fun. "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..." "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." Two things; anyone know the full rites of Arkay and two; if you had waited for her to finish you might have; oh there goes his head.
"You Imperial bastards" eh "Justice!" female Helen citizen. "As fearless in death as he was in life." Someone's not saying something, "Next, the Nord in the rags!" me. Ok. "RRRROOOOAAAARRRR", hey look it's getting closer. "There it is again. Did you hear that?" I heard it and I'm waiting very impatiently still. "I said, next prisoner!" I heard you, I'm on my way but [The System] seem to love making me live every moment, shit I'm not looking forward to my Dark Brotherhood encounter. "To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy." Well ok, I can move forward now, she just has to push you down doesn't she? I feel like that should've done some damage, my knees sure felt it. "What in Oblivion is that?" I guess they've only heard stories of dragons. "Sentries! What do you see?", they see a dragon. "It's in the clouds!" oh they just can't see it yet. Alduin is playing here. "Dragon!" at least the Stormcloaks know what dragons are. "Hunh..." the headsman is swinging "FUS.. Ro.. DAH!" I know what those mean but I can't understand it. Oh there's the blackness again, why.

{AN – I wanted tis chapter to be shorter but here we are.}