Skryrim: A Forgotten Past

Chapter 4 - Night Travels

The people gasped in surprise.
"A new dragonborn, incredible".
"What's your name?".
I squinted as I was blinded by the light from their torches.
"I'm Tarliah, great granddaughter of Heteri".
They all looked as if they'd been smacked in the face. A young man helped me to my feet as the rest murmured amongst themselves.
"Are you alright uhh...Tarliah?". He asked nervously.
"Yeah, I think so".
I checked myself for injuries, no severe problems.
"A few bruised ribs and I think I may have sprained my ankle but I'm fine".
He chuckled.
"I'm Beldnar by the way" he expressed.
"Thanks, Beldnar".
He examined me as I tried to get myself  together. When I lifted my gaze he was close to me face, so close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks, I blushed.
"Where were you heading anyway?"
"Whiterun".
"How come?" He asked.
"Grab some supplies," I explained "then I'm going to Winterhold".
"The mages college?"
"Yeah".
He smirked.
"That's crazy cause I go there, I was headed that way too in fact".
I was surprised by that, I'd never seen him around.
"You don't suppose you could give me a ride?" I wandered.
He smiled.
"Sure".
I followed him through dark until we reached a wooden carriage being held by a strong, brunette horse.
"Here climb in".
I lifted myself onto the bench and reached my hand over to stroke the horses hair. Soft and black, it grunted when Beldnar climbed onto his seat and settled.
"Let's go" he heaved.
I turned around to see that the still baffled villagers were waving me goodbye. I waved back. The sky was glistening with scattered, white specks of light. I exhaled deeply and started massaging my bruises to relieve the pain. A Luna moth fluttered peacefully through the air and landed on my finger. It's mint wings were fascinatingly pretty. It then flew away and joined its other friends dancing on the wind. I decided it would be best to gather rest for the day ahead. Slumping next to the back of the carriage I shut my eyes where sleep found me.
Dream:
I awoke in a field, the carriage had trailed off into the distance. I yelled for help but there was only silence. I searched ahead for people, refuge, food but found nothing, Just the unending stretch of tall pine figures. Wandering aimlessly I found a large, marble pedestal, strange. Resting on top was a black book, dusty and ragged. I carefully pulled the pages apart but the ink was smudged and difficult to read. A few pages more there was an image. An image of a beautiful woman with soft brown hair and golden eyes. She was standing next to an object I couldn't make out. It was black and jagged and huge in size. I traced my finger across the page searching for clues as to what it was. ' the mighty dragonborn has finally rid the kingdom of terror' I could read. 'No more will we be burdened by th'.
The rest had soaked the page from the water damage. Suddenly I felt a whisper of air kiss my shoulder. I turned to face behind me. A large horrifying beast with metallic, black scales and claws like sabre cat teeth. It all made sense to me in a blur.
'No more will we be burdened by the powerful...Alduin'.
He growled viciously.
"Shiiiiiiiiit".