A/N: Shout out to orion399 for his review. A thousand thank yous for being my first reviewer. I forgot to mention in my previous reply to your review; Deen does not realize it yet and so he is limited to what he can do. Anyway, onto the story.

A/N 2: Polished some things. I noticed a few weird wording here and there. Sorry about that. Lesson learned. I'll be sure not to post so late at night again.

Chapter 2: Plans vs Dragon

Okay there's still some time before we reach Helgen. First things first...

The sound of glass shattering herald the changes the world was going through. It's starting to get easier controlling the shift between what I like to call the "console world" and reality after practicing it in order to kill some time. As the color gray settled over everything, I started planning.

"Alright, what should I do first?"

Well, obviously I'm going to try and save the idiot next to me. But how? Without him delaying my inevitable execution, I won't be getting to see the sunrise ever again. And I can't find a way to use the console to escape that particular event. The only few console commands that I know of by heart won't help me to avoid that and I can't go and Google the rest of them now can I?

I also want to try and avoid answering weird questions from the locals here. A few or three potions on hand might be dismissed as nothing out of the ordinary but a fuck-tonnes of them will be very hard to explain. Not to mention jeopardizing their potion selling economy. It's a delicate balancing tight rope act you know? The same applies to gold Septims. Oh, not to say that I can't spawn them, it's just that I have to be careful with how much I spend it. Too much and it will arouse suspicion. Let us try to avoid that hmm?

Oh yeah, there's also a few things that I've discovered. Firstly, the item I spawned won't appeared out of thin air. After testing the console with "playeradditem f 1", I found out that I have... okay drum roll please, a hammerspace! How cool is that?! Hohoho. I cackled myself like a lunatic for hours at that discovery.

The second thing that I managed to discover was that the world that I found myself in did not run on game physics. As in, there's no Health, Magicka nor Stamina meters. Meaning, it runs on it's own natural laws of physics. Oh, there's a few similarities to our own like gravity and light but what sets it apart is the presence of magic.

There is this... this presence in the air. With every breath I inhale, I can feel it flow through me. From my nose to my core and finally dissipates through the rest of my body. This requires further research. For science! Muahahahaha... But I digress, this can be put on hold for now. At least, until I can safely make it to the college at Winterhold. Which is still far in the future.

"Okay. If I want to save Lokir from certain doom, I have to convince him somehow. And the one and only cliche way I know of is to claim that I've read an Elder Scroll."

It's true. From a certain... point of view. Fufufufu... Obi-Wan have never sounded so sinister before.

Clearing myself of that weird thought, I tried to construct my speech in a way that would make it compelling and very convincing. After what felt like eons - seriously, I'm scared that I might lose my sense of time staying in here for too long, I have myself a hopefully, compelling argument based on facts and future predictions.

"It's showtime!"

Focusing on myself, the buzzing sound of the world coming to life - not unlike the sound of summoning an atronarch, can be heard and with it comes the biting chill of winter coldness.

After shivering and mentally preparing myself, I went and popped the heavy silence between the three of us.

"Actually, there is a very important reason why I traveled to Skyrim."

Well, the moment I found myself in Skyrim with a bullshit ability, my conscience won't let me rest until I at least helped the locals settle some of their problems. And that is important because helping them means helping myself to not think of home and what it entails...

You could replace the moment I speak with a gunshot and it still would be the same result. Both Ralof and Lokir jumped out of their skin by my sudden voice and confession. Only Ulfric seems to be fine although slightly more alert.

The smug bastard.

"Wha-ahem, what are you trying to say lad?"

At Ralof's question, I tried my best to deliver what I've already prepared in my head, sighing for effect before answering.

"You see, before I found myself inexplicably tied in a coach with a bunch of rebels and a thief - no offense, I remembered clearly not being outside in the harsh cold climate of Skyrim. In fact, I was not even anywhere near Skyrim. Something else that I do remember is that I had in my posession... an Elder Scroll."

At their wide-eyed awe and one retard's suspicious gaze, I continued.

"I remembered reading it and having a glimpsed of what is to come and what has passed."

In a certain point of view... hehehe...

"Wait, I thought reading the scroll would render anyone blind. As far as I know lad, only the Moth Priests has the required training and fortitude to even read them."

Having already anticipated skeptical inquiries I replied.

"True. What happened was a mystery to me as it is to you. I got the Elder Scroll from a merchant back home."

And at a cheap price too. Heh.

"At first, I thought it was a sham, a dud. But turns out, it was the real deal. Thinking it was a fake I opened it and..."

"Wh-what happened?!"

At my dramatic pause, Lokir stuttered. So engrossed was he to my magnificent retelling.

Fudge! At this rate I don't think I can hold myself from laughing out loud.

Maintaining my facade, I continued my retelling of the "event".

"And I saw it... the future... the past. I saw a huge dark shadow menacingly looms over me. Rocks of fire rained down all around me."

I heard a muffled scoff and I immediately glared at the smug retard. Without paying anymore attention to him I continued.

"The sound of town's people screaming for help and running for cover; not knowing whether they're dead or alive. Soldiers shouting commands all over the field of battle, trying to take down the huge black shadow. The last thing I heard before passing out was the roar of fury and unrelenting force..."

The moment I uttered that, I felt a very heavy presence inside of me as if somehow reacting to those words. The sensation makes me feel very heady.

Was that... the Dovahsil?

Noticing their stares, I waited for one of them to reply.

That's a very weird stare you're aiming at me Ulfric. One might falsely think you're interested. Why... oh... Oh right. He is one of the few who knows how to Shout Unrelenting Force. He must have felt the force behind my words... How peculiar...

"Was that an omen? You better be speaking the truth lad. The things you said... brrr."

I saw not just Ralof and Lokir but also the coachman shivered at that.

"I know what I saw. It showed me of what is to come. I did planned to go and and do some research at the College of Winterhold. To try and understand the things that I saw."

Technically true. I do saw the event at Helgen unfold in front of me albeit at a safe distance of a computer monitor and I did planned to go to the college some time in the future to further research and test my abilities.

"Where's the scroll though? Do you still have it?"

Lokir's question threw me a bit.

Think brain! Think!

"That... I do not know. Like I said, I passed out right after I read it and then found myself on this coach with a one way ticket to the gallows."

The mention of gallows sobered us up a bit on our situation. Hearing a commotions a few meters ahead of us, I looked and saw the gate of Helgen.

Poop! Time is running out!

"Listen, both of you. We don't have much time. Events have spiraled into motion. Don't do anything stupid like running."

I pointedly stared at Lokir.

"If all goes well, we can go on our merry way without any further complications than it already has."

They both looked at me skeptically, fourth company was promptly ignored. I decided to drop the final bomb and thus sealed the deal.

"A dragon will attack Helgen."

"What?!"

"Huh?!"

"Shut up back there already! Don't make me stop and go there!"

Apparently, my story-telling is so compelling it unnerved the Imperial soldier acting as our coachman. Go figure.

"Shhh... not so loud! My goodness."

"Bu-bu-but dragon? As in, flying, fire breathing..."

Rolling my eyes, I exasperatedly answered him, "Yes Lokir, that kind of dragon."

"If what you say is true lad, than I'll pray that all of us survive this."

"Oh, don't you worry Ralof. I intend to. Just stick close to me and we might just survive what is to come. I have... a plan!"

A/N: Fufufufufu, just according to keikaku. Sorry for not adding a dot at the playeradditem command. You know how this site works. Also sorry for any grammatical/spelling mistakes in this update. Just mention them in the review and I'll update it later. Really should not have tried writing this at 3 in the morning XD