Tending the flames.
The flames licked at my armour and the smoke filled my nostrils. Burnt corpses were everywhere but I paid no attention to them. I was to focused on surviving to even think about the well-being of anyone else.
"Pleaseā¦..help. Please don't leave me like this. Please, kill me." I turned to see Jacobs. A senior guard who held the proud rank of Sargent.
"Recruit, you lived?"
"Yes sir." I tried to continue about how the Jarl was in danger but I choked on the smoke.
"Recruit, don't leave me like this. Kill me. Please." I realised what he was telling me to do and I saw in his eyes that he was serious.
"I've never killed anyone before. How do I do it? I've only ever been on patrol and usually it's just drunken fights."
"It's simple. Just raise your blade and bring the sharp bit down on my head. I won't feel a thing. Please."
"Yes sir. Goodbye sir." I closed my eyes and raised my sword. I brought it down and with a sickening squelch I knew it had found its target. Despite the fact that I should have dropped the sword my instincts kicked in and I pulled it out. It slide out with a strange sound. Like an oil covered Orc going down a smooth river bed. (I've dealt with that a few times so I would know.) I looked at the blade and seen the glistening crimson liquid. I threw up and when I found my footing the flames were worse. Where I had been standing had been mostly clear of the flames but in the time it had taken me to regain my footing the flames had spread and I was now surrounded. I lifted the helmet of another soldier who was now burnt beyond recognition. I pulled the helmet over my face and sprinted in a direction. At the end of the corridor there was a light different from the fire, it looked like a window. I might be able to open it for fresh air. . I followed it and nearly fell out of the castle. It was not a window. It was a hole. And on the other side of the hole sitting on the Whiterun wall, was a dragon. He blew flames through the window and I stepped to the side. I tripped and hit my head. When I looked for what I had tripped on I seen a familiar iron helmet. Beside it was a body. The body of a strong fair haired nord wearing a full set of iron armour. He was very clearly dead.
"No. it can't be." But it was. DragonBorn destined to save the world from Alduin, was dead. I stepped back to the hole and seen the dragon.
"Dovahkiin los dilon. Hi aam zu'u nu. Nu qiilaan waa zu'u. His voice was deep and shook me to the bone. That was the dragon language. I didn't know what he was saying but I doubt it was friendly. I turned and ran back down the hall. Life as we know it was over. In fact. Life was over.
