I thought I had left the dragons in the south. I was wrong. Whiterun was attacked just as I began to make my way up to the college. This time I had the help of the local militia. And once again the power of the dragon flowed into me. The power of the word, this time to create fire. 
A word that seems to warp space. A word that creates fire from the very air around me. In a language I do not understanding but flowing out of the blood within. The ability to transform the material of the world, the power to harness energy that has been known though perhaps not fully understood. But this power of the word is new. Or is it? Has it always been there.
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