When the imperials said my name wasn't on the list I thought, 'maybe they'll let me go and this will all be a big misunderstanding.' But sadly I got a date with the chopping block anyway. "Next, the Breton!" As I went up to the block I herd a strange noise. "What was that?" One of them said. "It's nothing, carry on." 'What the fuck did I do to you?' I thought. As I lay my head on the chopping block I thought I saw something in the sky. Then I realized what I saw. I looked at the executioner, trying to worn him with the fear in my eyes what was about to happen, but he just chuckled and raised his axe. Just as he was about to chop my head of a dragon landed on top of a tower, and shouted just like the ancient Nords my father told me about when I was a kid. As I lay on the ground the nord on the cart, reolf, told me to follow him. I did so and he led me to a tower where more stormcloaks where. "Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Can the legends be true?" He replied "legends don't burn down villages." While they where talking I was in the upper levels of the tower where I thought I was safe. But the dragon broke the stone wall and breathed fire everywhere. I saw that I could jump into a building from there and reolf thought the same thing. So I literaly jumped out of the frying pan, and into the fire.