Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin,
(Dragonborn, Dragonborn)
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
(By his honor, is sworn)
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
(To keep evil forever at bay)
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
(And the fiercest foes rout)
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
(When they hear triumph's shout)
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
(Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray)
He could almost hear the voices of the Divines, but particularly Akatosh, speaking to him as he flew above these strange mountains, but as soon as the voices had fled from his mind, he realized something--that he was most definitely not in Skyrim, let alone in Tamriel.
First of all... why am I flying? he asked himself.
He had to only look down at his shadow to see why it was he was flying--obviously, in this realm, being a Dovahkiin meant that you were not Dovahkiin, but Dovah yourself. This caused Valerius to panic slightly; what if someone saw him flying and didn't even realize that he meant no ill will.
Where AM I? he asked.