[ WP ] You ’ re a dragon in your human form . As part of that , you have faked an ID card , Visa , business card , and organ donation card . Your skull is crushed in a car crash , killing you . A smart young man successfully receives your lungs…

No one believed him, but he felt different. **Really** different. He could *feel* the sky, the wind. And he always felt the urge to shout at that confounded dog, but he could n't risk the rage of his getting-on-for-seven foot owner. 
 
 The traffic jam had been going on for hours. He was late. Goddamnit, it was his first job interview after the accident. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing jitteringly to the left, to the right and in the rear-view mirror, looking for an opening in the endless wall of tin cars. Finally, the column started moving. He was going to be late. *And*, they stopped again, quite abruptly. Goddamnit. 
 
 **Thump! ** `` That's it, That's fucking it'', he thought to himself, getting out of the car. The other one did n't even have the decency to get out and apologize, the fucker. Out of sheer rage, without even thinking of what he was saying, he shouted, with a voice he did n't even know he had in him: `` **Yooooou're a FOOOOL**''. He stopped, shocked. That was n't his voice. It sounded wrong, as if he had a big burly viking speaking out of his mouth with a heavy accent. The windscreen had broken. Had he just done that? With his voice? 
 
 All of a sudden, something started going wrong. Really wrong. It was as if the world was falling towards the car. It made him think of that bloody Dali painting, the one with the melting clocks he had in his bathroom. Then he felt himself falling forwards, sucked into a blindingly white void. 
 
 Where the hell was he? Some sort of cart? He could definitely hear the clopping of horses hooves. And *Jesus*! it was cold. 
 
 Yes, he could see now. Maybe he was dreaming. He was in a cart with one blond guy, a redhead and a fancily dressed-guy with a gag on his mouth, somewhere like in Alaska, on a forest trail. Hmm, his hands were bound. *All* of their hands were bound. What were they, some sort of criminals? And the clothes... Looked lke something out of one of those crazy *cuzplayers* or whatever, those conventions where they all got dressed up like their bloody game characters. Sure was an interesting dream, no doubt about it. 
 
 `` Hey, you! You're awake!''. The blond guy looked at him. He had an accent, like a... Glaswegian? Ah, he was n't good at recognising them, all europeans sounded alike to him. 
 
 `` You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there''. What? Ok, this was getting strange. He supposed the thief was the redhead, he looked scruffy and kind of guilty. But it was the fancy guy that really interested him. He did n't care for that bollocks they where saying about *Rorikstead* and *Hammerfell*... Goddamned nerd lingo. His daughter had given him enough before she left, in 2007. 21 and still playing games, ha! At her age, he was already working his ass off, on building sites. 
 
 It looked like they we're entering a town, now. All mucky and made like it was the middle-ages. Sure, that carriage looked like one of those Romans, like in the movie... The one with Russel Crowe. That one. By God, though, did things look bleak... He had a very uneasy feeling. *Very* uneasy. 
 
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 In their tongue he is Dovahkiin... **DRAGONBORN**; - ) had loads of fun writing that, thanks for the prompt
