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Helgen, where this terror all started. The flames, the blood and the charred stench of the burning corpses around me. Now it stands as a ruin, perhaps never to rise again whilst this war ravages the last. I wonder sometimes, what if I never tried to cross the border? What if I had gotten past the Imperials? The Dovahkiin would not exist in those lands and Skyrim would fall along with the rest of the world. I sometimes shiver to think about this, but in the end I realise that I have to forget about it, now my path is clear and open...