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Arngeir the Greybeard speaks:

"You are not the first. There have been many of the Dragon Blood since Akatosh first bestowedthat gift upon mortalkind. Weather you are the only Dragonborn of this age...that is not ours to know.

You are the only one that has been revealed thus far.

That is all I can say..."


The Greybeards called to the Dragonborn and all of Skyrim heard their voice.

However...

another call went out that day.A sibilant whisper that flowed and rolled down mountains, across water and through fields run fallow. It was carried by thieves, necromancers, daedra...by all those with shadows in their hearts. No shining shout to reach these ears. Yet it went just the same to a person born on an uncertain day of uncertain birth....

One with a smile that will dazzle, one with soft lips to kiss, falling headlong into temptation not feeling the knife until down on your knees. Eyes clear, bright and warm...until blood flows down the front of your shirt and as the warmth leaves your body you can see the warmth leaving her eyes...then when the darkness begins to cloud in....only then the malice is there...

Another dragonborn is called...and answers.

Alduin's Daughter has come.