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When mercenary work didn't pay the bills, Jenassa turned to hunting to make ends meet. The dark elf usually hunted in the plains near Whiterun, but today she was farther south in Falkreath Hold. It had been a good hunt; she had bagged several deer and other animals. She went into a nearby town to sell what she had gotten. After she sold the pelts, she went to the inn to get a drink. She always liked Vilod's mead; the juniper berries he added made it all the tastier. Once she finished her drink, she stepped outside.
"You need to go inside, little cub." A man told his son.
"Why? I wanna watch the soldiers."
"Get inside the house, now."
"Yes pa."
Wondering why the child had been shoed inside, Jenassa turned to see several wagons drive up, carrying what seemed to be stormcloak prisoners.
"Step towards the block when they call your name! One at a time!" Yelled an imperial captain.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, jarl of Windhelm." Called an imperial soldier. Obvious hate crossed Jenassa's face. She was glad that murderer would finally be put down. Another name was called, one more Stormcloak walked towards the block.
"Lokir of Rorikstead."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" cried the prisoner in rags. Suddenly, he bolted, only to be filled with arrows seconds later.
"Anyone else feel like running?" Demanded the captain. Wisely, no one answered.
"You there, step forward." A prisoner Jenassa hadn't seen before moved forward. Like the prisoner before him, he was in rags. Unlike Lokir though, he was more muscular, evidence of a veteran warrior. The one thing that stood out though was his eyes. When Jenassa first noticed she gasped lightly in surprise. Where the pupils, iris, and whites of the eyes should have been, there was nothing but black. "Who are you?" The soldier asked. The prisoner straightened, bringing himself to his full height.
"Jayson Halfelven, Legionnaire of the sixth cohort. I was sent by Titus Mede II to support General Tullius in suppressing the rebellion."
The captain and the soldier stared in surprised silence. General Tullius, who overheard the declaration, walked over. He looked the man over critically before speaking.
"Can you prove your claim?" He asked the prisoner.
"My orders were on me, but my belongings were taken from me when you captured me."
Tullius turned to a nearby soldier. "Bring his belongings immediately." The soldier quickly obeyed; soon the man's few belongings were brought. Among them was a paper with an official looking seal. After reading the paper, Tullius ordered the man to be released.
"Where's the rest of your company soldier?" Tullius asked as Jayson's bonds were cut.
"We were ambused at the border by him." He gestured to Ulfric. "I have been chasing him down since, that is why I walked into that ambush along with him.
"And your imperial armor?"
"Ditched it in order to chase him easier."
"Very well, let's get on with this then."
"Gladly, sir." Jayson smiled for a moment, than gathered his things. There wasn't much, Jenassa noticed, but one thing caught her attention. The man's sword was old looking, like something out of the first era. The blade was blood red , and the handle depicted a dragon in flight, breathing flames. The wings acted as the handguards, Jenassa also noticed that there was no sheath for the blade. Once he had finished adjusting his sword onto his belt he looked up. Their eyes locked for a moment, though it was a little hard to tell since his eyes were completely black. She couldn't explain it, but she almost felt his eyes on her. Jayson's attention was diverted when the priest who had been giving the prisoners their last rites was interrupted when a stormcloak told her to shut up and get on with the execution. The rebel stepped up to the block and was the first to get the chop.
"Next prisoner!" The captain yelled, but as she did a roar tore through the sky. Everyone looked around for the source. Another roar filled the air and a black shadow fell over the village. Then, it landed on a nearby watchtower. It was as black as night with blood red eyes, and scales covering its entire body.
"Dragon!" Someone screamed. The dragon let out a roar and a once clear sky turned into an unearthly storm.
"Guards, get the townspeople to safety!" Tullius yelled as he drew his sword. Huge boulders fell from the sky, smashing into the village. The dragon turned its attention to a solitary figure staring up at it, bow in hand, Jayson. He let an arrow fly, but it just bounced of the dragon's natural armor.
"Fus ro dah!" The words leapt from the dragon's mouth in a blue wave that slammed into Jayson, sending him flying several yards before slamming into a ruined building. The dragon leapt from its perch to slaughter the rest of the towns brave defenders. All of this happened in a few seconds and before Jenassa could register any of it a rock missile hurled into the building she was standing by, collapsing it. Part of it fell on top of her trapping her lower body beneath it. Try as she might, she couldn't get up. Panicking, she yelled for help. As she did, Jayson's body stirred. Slowly, he lifted himself up. He looked around at the devastation of the village in a daze. Another roar snapped him out of it though. Looking around, he saw Jenassa trapped under the rubble. Quickly, he bolted towards her. With great effort he lifted the rubble off of her, allowing her to crawl out.
"Come on!" he yelled as he helped her to her feet. "We need to get out of here!"
"No! Really?" She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Follow me!" He shouted to her as he ran. As she tried to follow she stumbled to the ground, pain searing through her right leg.
"Jayson!" she called out desperately. He turned to see her predicament. Without a seconds hesitation he ran over, picked her up and began carrying her bridal style. As he carried her in his arms, They ran into the soldier who had called role, who was now calling to a boy from behind a building.
"Haming! You need to get over here, now!" Following Hadvar's command, the boy left the body of his father and rushed to Hadvar. "That a'boy." Suddenly, the black dragon landed right next to the body of the dying man. "Torolf!" The soldier yelled before the dragon burnt the poor man to a crisp then flew back into the air. The soldier then noticed them for the first time.
"Still alive? Let's stick together and maybe we'll all stay that way."
"Well then, lead the way!" Jayson answered.
"Gunmar! Take care of the boy!" The soldier told an older man nearby.
"Gods guide you, Hadvar." The old man said as they left. Hadvar led Jayson and Jenassa towards the gate, where Tullius and his men were making their final stand.
"Into the keep soldiers! We're leaving!" Tullius ordered them as they arrived. As they rushed for the keep, Jenassa suddenly felt very tired and against her will, she lost consciousness in Jayson's arms.
"Will she make it?" Came a voice in her mind.
"I think so, I've managed to heal her leg, but I can't seem to wake her up."
Realizing the voices were real, she forced herself to wake and open her eyes. When she did Jayson was leaning over her, casting a healing spell, while Hadvar stood nearby the sky. They were outside the entrance of a nearby cave. Instead of in rags, Jayson was now in full imperial armor, his sword dangling from his side. When Jayson saw she was awake he smiled at her.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." He said as he slowly helped her to her feet. When she stood she felt no pain in her leg, looking down she saw that it was completely healed.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You lost consciousness." Hadvar stated flatly.
"We got to the keep, and through a series of misadventures escaped. Though were not sure if anyone else made it out."Jayson explained.
"Oh," She thought about the people in the village, she hoped that some of them had made it out. "What will we do now?"
"The closest town from here is Riverwood, my uncle is the blacksmith there, I'm sure he'll help us out." Hadvar suggested.
"Sounds good, after that though, one of us needs to report in to Solitude, they need to know what happened."
"Agreed, I'll go on ahead to Riverwood. You two will follow in later; we'll attract less attention that way."
"Good luck." Jayson told Hadvar as he left.
"Looks like we're taking the scenic route, huh?" Jenassa said.
"Probably, hey, I never did get your name."
"My name is Jenassa, you're Jayson right?"
"Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you." With introductions out of the way, the pair walked down the path, in the general direction of Riverwood.
A/N: As promised, here's my newest Fanfic, Dovahsebrom. Hope you enjoy it. I decided to change up some details a bit, as you've probably noticed. I won't be changing any major plot details hopefully. Also, I don't want any flaming about the main character being with the empire, nor do I want any empire v. stormcloak jazz either. Let's all just get along for the sake of the story. Reviews are appreciated, there the only way for me to know how I'm doing, don't forget to 'like' the story.
Characters and such
Jenassa: A young female dark elf mercenary trying to eke out a living in Skyrim.
Jayson Halfelven: As you've probably guessed, he's the dragonborn hero of this story.
Hadvar: Nord soldier in the imperial army.
Tullius: General of the imperial army in Skyrim.
Ulfric Stormcloak: Leader of the stormcloak rebellion. Murdered the high king.
Dovahsebrom: Some of your are probably wondering what the title of the story means. it means 'Dragon of the North'