Lirayn crept closer towards the sabre cat, a glowing white armour spell in her left hand and a swirling red fear spell in her right. The altmer readied both as she stopped and aimed her right hand at the cat. She loosed the bolt, although the cat did not run away - it ran for her! Cursing, she cast the armour spell and ran down the hill as fast as she could.

Something mighty suddenly flew right over her head, shaking the earth and causing her to trip. She whipped her head back to see the impending doom in the shape of claws flying towards her, but the cat was nowhere to be seen.

A loud, angry roar made her blood freeze. She looked up, her burning brown-orange eyes searching for the flying creature, but the fog from the constant blizzard that engulfed Winterhold made it impossible for her to see anything.

She heard the unmistakable sound of a fire blast - in the village!

She sprinted down the rest of the hill as a dragon roared took off, throwing a town guard from it's maw. Lirayn readied an overcharged lightning bolt in both of her hand and unleashed it at the dragon. The dragon roared in pain and annoyance as it's attention turned to her, swooping down and blasting her with frozen breath, knocking her down. As if Winterhold wasn't cold enough already, she thought grimly as she shakily reached in her pack for a healing potion. She downed the foul liquid and her strength returned.

She loosed as many powerful lightning strikes as she could against the beast, but at the worst time, she felt her magicka reserves depleted as the dragon tried to blast her again with it's terrible icy wind, but she dove behind a boulder.

She called upon her Altmeri reserves of power and stood from the rock, facing the creature. It took off again.

"FUS!" she Shouted, and a wave of power hit the dragon, but it barely flinched. As it flew overhead she created another orb of lightning and, with great aim, struck it in the neck.

The great dragon howled as it plummeted to the earth, leaving a huge trench as it slid through the ground. The dragon roared furiously and got to it's feet and faced the mortal who it now knew was the Dragonborn.

Lirayn charged at it as lightning surged from her hands in an unrelenting tide of crackling fury. The dragon lifted it's head to the air and roared one last time before it slumped to the ground, dead.

Lirayn panted and tried to gain her composure as the dragon erupted into flames, it's soul flying into her as she absorbed it, feel raw power running through her. When the light faded, all that was left of the dragon was it's skeleton.

Lirayn heard footsteps. Turning, she saw the townspeople gasping and gathering around to look at the corpse of the mighty creature. A guard walked to her side and looked up at her, for even an Altmer woman is taller than the burly Nords.

"It's true.." he began, awestruck. "You really are Dragonborn."

Ding!

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Lirayn brought her hand to her face.