It was simply a walk to Windhelm... the air felt cold as the snow crunched beneath your boots... it was a long journey, but it was your journey... as you watched with a faint smile a rabbit run by your side, a chill ran down your spine...

You could feel the air stirring around you as you stoped along one of the mountain paths... your heart raced as you looked up, a dragon... you froze in fear and terror... for Talos...

Your hands must have responded like a good resident of Skyrim! But you simply saw the big figure of the dragon land near you... so it was true... the dragons had returned... they were real...

For a moment, you felt like there was nothing you could do... but a sound distracted you. Before you could react, a pair of arms grabbed you and pulled you away from the dragon's field of vision, which had already breathed fire. The snow cushioned your fall while, somewhat dazed, you stared at the person who had helped you... you didn't recognize him at that moment.

"Stay here." Was the only thing Azel said as he stood up and walked fearlessly toward the dragon, his scarred hand reaching for the two-handed weapon on his back... you could have simply stood there frozen, watching as a single man killed a dragon.

But it wasn't just that... when the dragon died... its flesh turned to flames... then to ash until only its bones remained... then it happened... a brilliant aura came out of the dragon, being absorbed by the man...

It was the dragonborn