Spirit of Fire

by Dawnfire21

Follow the adventures of Edward, the dragonborn, and how he fights against the Imperial legion, the thieves guild, and the Thalmor in order to return peace to Skyrim. This story does not follow the skyrim timeline. Major events still occur but some minor events might not happen in correct order.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

He heard the howls go up once again behind him. He would not stop running, no matter what. He listened to the crunching of the branches beneath his, he took a daring glance over his shoulder, his eyes skimming through the trees, yet there was no sight of the creatures that had chased him. He turned his head forward just in time to see the branch sweep him off his feet. He landed with a thud; face first, a twig making a small cut across his cheek. He rolled onto his back, only to see the large wolf coming after him, another two following not far behind. These three wolves would prove little challenge normally but not having any weapons the man knew his end was near. But he would not go down without a fight.

He scrambled to his feet grabbing a large branch that lay near him, spinning around and swinging it as hard as he could, as the wolf in the lead leapt forward its jaws wide open, the creature's fangs dripping with saliva. The branch hit the wolf hard, causing it to fall to the ground growling. The three creatures circled him, then one of the two wolfs that had followed behind, bounded headfirst towards him but also met the same large branch that the leader had faced. But as the man swung the branch with all his might, the wolf at his rear slashed his leg; he fell to the ground and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily as blood gushed from his wound. The wolf that was in the lead grabbed the branch with his mouth and swung it away. I didn't think I would die like this, the man had thought to himself.

He had fought in battles before and was no stranger to death. He had slain many men, beasts, creatures, and animal alike. He had been taught to swing a sword at the age of 12, fire a bow with amazing accuracy at 15, mastered his first flames spell when he was 19 and learnt how to find weakness's in enemies and use them to his advantage. As he looked back over his life he realised he regretted nothing, however his thoughts were interrupted as a wolf leapt forward for the first bite.

Then an arrow came streaking past and embedded itself, deep into the wolf's neck. The wolf fell to the ground motionless, the man and the two wolves froze in shock, wondering where the arrow had come from. Then another arrow flew from the bushes to the left of the man and sunk itself into the other wolf's stomach. The last wolf turned and ran, trying to escape from whatever killed his pack, but it was too late and another arrow had found its mark on the wolf's head. The man laid there in shock, unsure of what to do next. He felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness; he had lost too much blood. As he felt himself slipping away his vision blurred and a figure emerged from the bushes, and walked towards him, then he was staring into darkness.