(?'S POV)
I was walking the streets of Whiterun as normal, making sure the gates were seal tightly. But that's when I heard it. That bellowing roar. A dragon.
"Mom!" I gasped, and ran to the guard barracks to alert my mom and the other soldiers. But she wasn't there. I ran to a bed and shook the sleeping soldier. "Wake up!" I cried, "A dragon's attacking the city!" This alerted the guard and his grogginess was gone.
"General Green! You go warn the housecarl and Lydia! They should be in Dragonsreach (Dragon's Reach)." I nodded, showing that I understood. That's when I heard screaming. I ran outside and saw it. The dragon was perched on a roof. Looking at me, dead in the eye. For a while, I was paralyzed. I snapped out of my trance and ran to the Cloud District of the city. By then, Whiterun was on fire. I entered Dragonsreach to learn it was falling apart.
Then Farengar, the court Mage came running to me. "Green! You need to run! Don't go upstairs!" With that, he left, and I went upstairs. The roof was almost gone and there was one body on the floor. Mom.
(NRML POV)
The blond thirteen-year-old went to the body of his mom, picked her up, and rested her on his lap. Tears pricked his eyes and fell to Lydia's face.
"Oh, Green." She said weakly, but kindly, "You are very brave. Please go to Windhelm, where Farengar's son is, and give this to him." Lydia dead on her son's lap after she gave him an envelop. Green hugged the corpse and cried silently. He carried Lydia's body to their home, stepping over burnt corpses and walking past burnt house. Strangely their house, Breezehome (that's really what it's called), wasn't touched. Green climbed the stairs, turned right into the master bedroom and placed Lydia on her bed.
~Time Skip~
'Finally!' Green thought, 'I made it to Windhelm!'