It was dawn and Aus Kest was walking down the path tword Ivarstead he'd just left Falkreath where he had been staying at the dead mans drink, Aus was a Nord, and adventure originally from Skyrim but raised in Hammerfell by his mother who was a Nord and father who was a Redguard even though he was a Nord Aus's skin was fairly tanned from his father side but he had every other aspect of his mothers. From his tanzanite eyes and flowing red hair, To his height and his fathers strength. Growing up in Hammerfell tones the body and mind, he was learning sword play with wooden swords when he was 8 and actual swords at 10 He came to skyrim for his mothers funeral she had just died of rockjoint and since he was here he decided there was nothing wrong with exploring the land.

He was in no rush to go back to Hammerfell after all besides he was eager to see the land his mom adored so much he remembered all the stories from the ruling of Tiber-Septim to the stories of the oblivion crisis, his mom knew about that one because it was his deceased grandmother who lived through it she even knew the champion who stopped it, She even went as far as to teach him dragon and how to shout although he could understand it there was little he could use even his name was a shout Aus Ul Kest meaning Suffering Eternal Tempest a shout his mom made that he knew well.

"Hmm... going through Helgen would be the fastest way to get t-" Aus suddenly stopped and looked up into the trees above him. He heard a voice, but not just any voice, it was in dragon. A gust of wind came by making him duck and hide his head from the dust

That voice again "Zu'u Alduhin!" a shout, it hurt his ears just as something black past over head, he couldn't tell what it was because of the wind but when he was finally able to look up and to his surprise there was nothing but those words he could understand it and the thought rolling back through his head made him shiver "I-It said... I am Alduhin..." he gulped that couldn't be the world eater could it? he started running twords Helgen from the way the wind was blowing that was the direction it was heading. He took out his one steel sword and ran