(You... kinda went into suicide mode... I blasted the rock out of your hands, and you called for mother...)

I know, anyway, where are we?

(When are we gonna get into the part where you are Dovahkiin? Maybe a dragon's looking for you, and you have to kill it.)

I'm a dovahkiin?

Oh yeah... Oops, am I suppposed to make that happen or...

(Have, IDK, a freaking Legendary Dragon swoop in and take your mom away {Wow, that was dark... ehhh}?)

"Mother!" I say as my mom disappears into the clouds in the claws of the dragon. "I guess I didn't leave the dragon-blood back in skyrim."

"Your... what?" I ask, confused, "Ko'Do'Kar has never seen a dragon before. Is that what happened in Skyrim?"

​"Zu'u los dovahkiin, I am dragonborn, the only one who can truely kill a dragon."

"Okay, out of all the things Ko'Do'Kar has heard, that is likely the coolest," said KDK.

"Why did you not tell us this?"

"My past is filled with death and tragety, I left it in skyrim, or so I had thought, the skeletal dragons that I leave behind are also to blame for my panic attacks."

"Skeletal Dragons?" I ask, "What, you mean every time this one encountered a dragon, it ended up becoming a skeleton? Like, when it died?"

*Laughs.*

"That sounds insane!"

"It is horrible, Mi'sod absorbs their soul, I feel their knowledge, but also of their sadness."

(( I'm entering this :D ))

A few arrows follow after the dragon, arrows of Aldmeri make. If the pair were to look behind them, they would see a snow-white, black stripped female clad in form-fitting leather armor, currently in the process of drawing another arrow, before lowering it when she sees it is futile.

"If you're the Dragonborn, why don't you kill the damned thing?" She asks in a light, Imperial accent. ((Still a Khajiit, though :P ))