"And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled!
Alduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, with a hunger to swallow the world!
But a day, shall arise, when the dark dragon's lies, will be silenced forever and then!
Fair Skyrim will be free from foul Alduin's maw, Dragonborn be the savior of men!"
- Song of the Dragonborn
Jorvik trudged through the snow, his armor weighing heavily upon his powerfully built frame. He had been walking for days, resting under the stars, taking deer and fish from the land as food. His arm hurt from his recent skirmish with a bear. He had happened upon it unexpectedly and it had gotten the first blow in. Eventually, inevitably, the bear had fallen to the ground, Jorvik's sword protruding from its head. He had never been beaten, by man or beast, and this encounter once again proved his superiority. An overhang appeared through the driving snow, a place where he could light a fire and tend to his arm. When the fire was burning nicely, and some deer meat was filling the night with a delicious aroma, Jorvik sat back, closed his eyes and thought about the series of events that led to his quest.
"Got to thinking... maybe I'm the Dragonborn, and I just don't know it yet?"
Those words, spoken by a guard in the majestic city of Whiterun, made him laugh at first. But then he started thinking about it. He was a proud, strong Nord. Never beaten in a fight. A mighty hunter. Maybe he was the Dragonborn! And why not?! No one could match him in combat! And just the other day he had helped the Whiterun guards bring down a dragon. Surely that meant he was the one! Then the Greybeards had summoned the Dovahkiin, the Dragonborn, their collective voices shattering the sky with its thunderous sound. From that moment he had known they were calling him.
It had been nearly a month after the summons, and Jorvik was still making his way to High Hrothgar, the ancient monastery of the Greybeards. He would answer their call! He would learn the way of the Voice, and he would defeat Alduin, the World Eater! No-one had ever defeated Jorvik in combat, and Alduin would be no different. He would face the massive black dragon fearlessly, and be praised in song after Alduin fell dead to the ground. With images of the glorious battle flying through his head, Jorvik fell asleep.
