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Inigo continued staring at the roof, he was thinking heavily about himself... about what he has and had.

'Skyrim has changed...

''I, have changed... ''

''The year is 4E 204, what started off as a harmless rebuilding of a lost and ruined town has became a beacon of war. ''

Not hope, war.

The disease called war has spread and infected every part of the province, except the hearts of the strong.

Helgen -- my home -- is barely hanging on despite what they say and it's appearance.

I suppose not even the greatest virus cannot live among the dead, I am a ghost walking among men and ghosts.

Just another cloak blowing in the storm.

The once peaceful land is not what I remember, people live in fear.

Farmhands, lumber jacks, innkeepers, shopkeepers, fishermen, hunters and even kids have thrown themselves to the wolves for the Empire, Stormcloaks, Thalmor, Lost Legion, Bandits, Companions, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild and many others.

People have taken to ripping apart their homes to supply their loved ones with suppiles for arrows, armor and weapons, even their fences have became nothing more then post and twig.

''Now, man, mer and beast are all that's left as Skyrim's defenders, strangers are protecting the very land Ulfric promised to protect. That promise is now nothing more then the whisper of the wind.''

The coldness of the land welcomes home the ones who left Skyrim during the Dragon crisis and the war, the coldness welcomes them home by letting them live, or die.

The best of the blacksmiths reserve their best equipment for the faction they throw their money to, however a few of us nomads scrap up enough gold to buy this equipment to protect our selves from Skyrim's untambeable rage.

''Bodies dangle through this land, spreading fear through even the bravest, I cannot help but wonder, who will it be next? Myself or anyone I know and hold dear or someone I do not know and yet they were innocent.''

Blood drips commonly, like the dew after a misty Riften morning.

''I have walked these lands, I have travelled more of Skyrim then I ever wished to and ever have, as idle hours bring wondering thoughts. For years, I traded the madness for wondering, in hoping to rid my mind of death.''

All I ever found?

''All I ever found was more of it. ''

''Brothers and sisters killing each other, sisters and brothers slaying mothers and fathers... Mothers and fathers hoping that their loved ones will survive the wrath and merciless grip of the gods.''

''Even with so much life expiring around me... I cannot help but to feel...''

Nothing.

''I have spent years on the road, sleeping in the wilderness, hoping I would live through the night to see the sun rise. Stumbling back to nothing each time.''

Finally, after having enough of my path during the Dragon crisis, I went back to my old life.

''It has been... Six years since I slayed the woman I loved. ''(Yes, Inigo was actually in love once, that will be explained more later on.)

Six years since I have longed to hear her voice, to see her face.

''I know what I have seen, what I have done. I know what I have heard!''

''But... apart of me is still not sure, it's still not... I simply cannot! Believe that...''

It's a hard life living as a gods plaything.

Anger is no longer my enemy, I have let go of the nightmares that haunted my mind, made me question who I am.

My 'visions' have stopped, and yet returned once more, they will haunt my dreams once more...

''From time-to-time I think about the past while staring into the flames of my campfires, I still remember the message I was given to by... her. I have yet to go to Riften, to see what she wanted. She won't hold my hesitation against me, since it was her who told me to wait when I couldn't. Who told me each man and woman that fights is a flame in the darkness. I think time passes quickly for the dead...''

It certainly has for me and I'm only one foot into my life.

My life is my own once again, I'm not driven by pure anger for Dragons.

''I have spoken to many people, yet, I haven't spoken to anyone in a way that humans, elves and beasts do. ''

''Human... I can't even say her name.''

I don't think there is a living soul that would remember how many times I nearly died fighting off dragons besides Falkreath and it's citizens.

''I feel... Like I have came a lost memory to a time long past, most of my time now, is spent fighting...''

I'm better then that.

...We're better then that.' Inigo thought, recalling memories that he hadn't remembered in a long time.