Storyline, plot and some lore has been changed to suit my story.
Rated M: Children, go away now.
There is no happy ending for my Dragonborn in this tale.
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FIRE IN THE VEINS
"They came riding at first light
Fifty men armed to the teeth
The sounding horn called us out to fight
We went to meet them with our steel
Outnumbered yet we fought
But soon we were overrun
We took refuge in our home
Our downfall had just begun
They attacked our home, we kept them out
Defending ourselves with spear and bow
We took them out one by one
As the rising autumn sun glowed
There were twenty dead on each side
When we first smelled something burn
We heard them laughing from outside
Taunting us with spiteful words
They set the house on fire
In order to smoke us out
Only five of us were still alive
And our time was running out
Raging flames surrounded us all
Our home was under siege
Crumbling roof and burning walls
There was no way to break free
As we were all about to die
We swore a sacred oath
Revenge would be claimed if someone survived
And we sealed the oath in blood
The roof caved in and cleared a path
A way out of the flames
It was decided that I'd go first
As we made for our escape
Suddenly the walls came down
And trapped the rest inside
My closest friends died that day
Only I made it out alive"
Arson
PROLOGUE:
Amethyst eyes with a raging fire behind them glared down at their enemy before initiating the killing blow. The loser begged and pleaded for their life as they had never seen such destruction caused by one single person before – but the begging was in vain as all the victor could do was think about, hear and see their brothers and sisters in arms being burned alive by the attacking Imperial legion.
Fires were roaring with intent to reach the heavens as they consumed the wooden homes, black smoke blanketed the air in a thick fog, yet all else was quiet. The mangled and mauled bodies of the forty Imperial legionnaires were scattered about the wreckage of the small settlement, the twelve Red Dragon mercenaries who inhabited the settlement were all charred from being burned alive in their mead hall.
As the menacing battleaxe swung down towards the Imperial soldier, and he took his last breath, all he saw were those amethyst eyes that were fury incarnate sending his soul to Oblivion. The victor spat on the now lifeless body of the soldier before turning to face the burning husk that was once their home. All the memories of life in the mercenary settlement came flooding into the warrior's mind at once – the only family they had ever known, gone, in a mere few hours. Dropping to their knees, the warrior cried bitter tears for a family lost.
That night, the sole survivor swore an oath to avenge the death of their shield siblings, and never stop seeking revenge on the empire and all who supported them.