The lone figure walked purposefully through the blizzard towards High Hrothgar, a wolf fur cloak clutched around her body. It was just past midnight, dark and cold, but she didn't want to be noticed by any pilgrims that would be on the path during the day; she was leaving the society of Skyrim for good. Sick of the corruption that the Civil War had brought and harassment that she suffered from people wanting her to solve all their problems, she decided that her best decision would be to disappear and live out the rest of her life in peace.

Panting with exhaustion, she reached the summit and stood before the monastery of the Greybeards. She turned and looked out over Skyrim; the faint lights of nearby settlements, campfires belonging to bandits, fires from abandoned camps belonging to warring armies glittered beneath her. Normally she would have considered it to be beautiful, however it just reminded her of what she faced if she went back down the mountain. Sighing, she turned back and pushed through the doors into High Hrothgar.

Arngeir woke up to the bang of the main doors into the monastery. He was confused; he knew that a common pilgrim would not dare enter High Hrothgar especially at this time, and the Greybeards certainly hadn't asked for anyone to come to them. He decided to investigate and climbed out of his bed, taking care not to disturb the other Greybeards. Quietly he walked to the main entrance hall. Upon entering he noticed that the female intruder looked familiar; on a closer examination he recognised the forlorn figure of the half-bosmer Dragonborn. Her dark hair was messy from the wind, and a black fur cloak covered her blood-stained fur armour. She was hunched over the lit brazier, shivering from the cold; Arngeir remembered that she never coped well with the harsh winters of Skyrim. He decided to let his presence be known and coughed gently.

"Dragonborn, we did not expect you to return so soon to us". The figure jumped and turned towards Arngeir, surprise etched in her light grey eyes.

"Master Arngeir! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, I was going to wait until morning" she said, flustered.

"Don't worry about it, but why did you come back here? Alduin is gone, and Skyrim..."

"Skyrim is in torment, and I cannot help it" She said sharply. A distant look passed over her face as she explained. "The Thalmor have made their move on Skyrim, using the Civil War to their advantage. I warned both the Imperials and the Stormcloaks about this, but neither would call a truce. Now the Thalmor have an even stronger hold, both armies have been defeated and the Jarls have corrupt officials giving them false information. The Thalmor Justicars have been chasing me since they gained control, but I think I lost them – even if they knew where I was, they wouldn't dare follow me through this blizzard." She stopped to take a deep breath. "The Thalmor want my head, for 'treason' – infiltrating their embassy really pitted them against me. I cannot return down the mountain – I have nowhere else safe to go, and so I seek sanctuary here. I would be willing to adhere to the Way and I wouldn't intrude..."

"Dragonborn, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to, and we will of course teach you as much as we can. Paarthurnax in particular will be glad to see you" Arngeir replied, smiling down at her. At his reply, the Dragonborn smiled in relief.

"My thanks, Master." She stood up. "I hope I prove to be a good student"

"That remains to be seen, although your eagerness is commendable. But come, I shall see if I can find a spare bedroll for you." Arngeir walked towards the living quarters, with the Dragonborn following close behind him. It was the start of something new for her.

The next day after conferring with the other monks, Arngeir and the other Greybeards had graciously allowed the Dragonborn to stay on High Hrothgar. Nobody except Nords had ever been allowed to study there, but Eira was special; Eira was the Dragonborn, the one who defeated Alduin and fought alongside the Heroes of Sovngarde.

In gratitude for being allowed to stay, Eira swore to leave her past behind her and devoted herself to studying the Way of the Voice and the dragon language. Her armour and weapons that had kept her safe for years lay in a locked chest in the living quarters next to her bedroll. She didn't expect to need them again, but she couldn't sell them - they were too recognisable as hers.

Six months past; The Thalmor had never approached High Hrothgar, although Eira was almost certain that they knew she was there. The rumours of the dangers of the mountain, the power that the Greybeards possessed and the danger of causing another war with the native Nords prevented them from climbing up to the monastery, for which she was grateful. The Greybeards were kind if silent company; they taught her the dragon language over the months until she was fluent. Around once a month, she would climb to the very top of the Throat of the World, where Paarthurnax lived to talk to him. She liked his company, and would often listen to him talk about the previous dragon war and his experiences of the world. Eira would also meditate and completely embraced the philosophy of the Way of the Voice.

Although Eira was content, she sometimes longed for the days she spent exploring Skyrim as an adventurer. She missed the friendly company of the Companions, the acceptance of her Family in the Dark Brotherhood, and the atmosphere in the Ragged Flagon, the valley of Fort Dawnguard, and the quiet but dangerous ambience of magic at the College of Winterhold. She had called all these places home at different times in her life, but now High Hrothgar was her home. She had peace for the first time in years, and life was good. But there was a sense of unease within her; that something would change soon and she would have to run again.

A year had passed since Eira had arrived at High Hrothgar and joined the ranks of the Greybeards. As part of her routine, she was walking up the mountain to talk to Paarthurnax at the Throat of the World, Shouting against the winds and the enemies that blocked her path. As she approached, she noticed that another dragon was at the word wall with Paarthurnax although she didn't recognise the guest at a distance. Previously, some dragons who remained loyal to Alduin even after his demise had attempted to attack Paarthurnax and her, but Paarthurnax always seemed to take care of it. The two dragons weren't attacking each other, so she assumed it was safe to approach them cautiously.

The two dragons turned towards her as she approached. Finally, Eira recognised the second dragon as Odahviing, who helped her find Alduin, and acknowledged her as his superior. After Alduin's defeat, she gave him leave to settle down on the condition that he never hurt an innocent. Paarthurnax later told her that he found another dragon seeking a similar goal, and that they lived on a mountain in the secluded Forgotten Vale. As nobody apart from Eira and Serana knew about the place, it was ideal for them.

"Drem Yol Lok Paarthurnax, Odahviing" Eira said as she got closer. "I didn't expect to see you here Odahviing, how are you?"

"Pruzah. I am well Dragonborn." Odahviing replied in his gravelly voice. Eira recognised the apprehension in him though; she remembered the tone from when she placed Dragonrend on him at Whiterun during the Dragon War.

"Actually Dragonborn, we were just talking about you" Paarthurnax spoke.

"Aam? What about?"

"All the dov, dragons, have had vokul hanhu recently, nightmares. Unease is in us all."Odahviing replied.

"Nightmares? Is that unusual in dov?" Eira spoke confused.

"Indeed it is Dovahkiin," Paarthurnax said. "We see a great deal on the currents of time, but this we haven't seen before. Fiik, vulom, grohiik, kro and a zhakrii at the very centre"

Eira was puzzled by this proclamation: mirrors, darkness, wolves, mages and a sword? It made no sense. "Are there not other dov there? Can they not see this?"

"Nid" Odahviing replied.

"We are not certain yet; it is too far away for us to see - a different lein, world. But if that world falls to kein, mu fen kos daanik" Paarthurnax muttered. A shiver passed through Eira at the declaration that the Tamriel would be doomed if another world fell to war.

"Can the inhabitants of this world do anything?"

"The joor of that lein are mey! They cannot see beyond their noses!" Odahviing snorted exasperated. "From what we've managed to see, they are wholly unprepared for such a thing to happen."

Eira sighed. "It always seems to be that fools are in charge" she grumbled cynically. "But what did this have to do with me?"

Paarthurnax sighed, "There are a few people in that world who would act when what is going to happen occurs, but they might need our help to stop the danger."

"However dov would not be trusted in a land such as that, and all the jul of this world will not be enough. As one of sossedov, you could provide enough strength to support that world and keep ours safe" Odahviing continued.

Eira stood in shock at this news. The dragons wanted to send her to another world far away, so that Tamriel would be safe (whose inhabitants would probably be ungrateful for that, she thought sullenly), and all this on the information of a war.

"I can't do that! What if I'm needed on Skyrim? How would I even get there? How do you even know your dreams are correct?!"

"You've remained at High Hrothgar for a year – if Skyrim doesn't need you now then it probably doesn't need you for the foreseeable future. As for getting there, I and Odahviing can Shout a portal to that leim that you would be able to learn in order to return. As for your final objection, dreaming is an uncommon phenomenon in dov. In the past we have ignored our dreams only for them to realise themselves in reality. We dare not disregard this one when it's so serious" Paarthurnax replied patiently. "This isn't a decision that we take lightly, so discuss it with the Greybeards beforehand"

"I will return to my strunmah" Odahviing said, unveiling his leathery wings. "Call me if you need me Dovahkiin." Odahviing took off and flew away. Eira just ran back to the monastery in shock without even saying goodbye to Paarthurnax.

Hi guys! Thank you for reading my new story. I've had ideas for this since I first played Skyrim, and I realised how similar the worlds of Tamriel and Thedas were. I am looking for a beta reader for these stories, and if you have any ideas about where to go on this let me know. However, I am not immediately considering a romance with any character in this story - I can't really write romances.

The dragon language came from the unofficial elder scrolls webpage.