It was late morning. She was walking down the main road on her way to Riften. The sun was bright and shining, almost burning through the light leather armor that Eyra was sporting. Shifting the small pack on her shoulders, she trudged silently through the terrain, just slightly off the road.
Her heart longed to return home to her small settlement next to the river in The Rift, where she lived alone except for her horse, Swift. Eyra thought of her home as she came to a crossroads and read the fermilliar wooden post showing which direction each town was.
"Hmm. I'm heading towards Riften... which is this way" She pointed in the direction that the sign was pointing to. She began to turn to head in that direction when a large shadow crossed over her and a loud, ear-splitting roar peirced the sky. It sent chills down her spine and made her nord blood nearly freeze. Instinctively she drew the shining steel sword and raised her shield out in front of her. The large beast seemed to laugh as it flew away, speaking some form of language she did not understand.
She quickly raced in the direction of the beast, clumsily trying to sheath her weapon. Her adrenaline was pumping and her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest but her curiosity got the best of her. By the time she realized where the beast was heading, her heart sank, her deep blue eyes filling with both anger and sadness. She heard shouting from behind the gates.
The great beast was going to destory Helgen. Eyra watched as the beast circled and spit fire into the town.
She wasn't going to let this place suffer. She probably wouldn't be able to do much, but then again, stranger things have happened.