Without much effort, she busted the front gates open. The great city was already in ruin. Eyra snapped her head in the direction of a woman with a thick nordic accent who yelled "Dragon!"

"Dragon?" Eyra said to herself "Like the ones from the stories?"

A huge explosion cut her train of thought off as she dove out of the way of the huge, black monster. Time slowed for Eyra as the dragon landed right in front of her. The huge, ebony black dragon stared directly into her soul; his vibrant, blood-red eyes looking into her bright, turquoise blue eyes. They both stood there and stared. This dragon seemed interested in who this brave woman was. She watched as he lifted his head, his black, ebony scales reflecting the late afternoon sunlight.

The massive beast began to suck in air. Eyra knew what was coming next. She was not planning on getting burned today. In an instant she ducked behind her shield, her soft boots becoming soot as the power of this dragons fire seemed endless and infinite. Then it ended. She cautiously lifted her head over her shield so she could see why the dragon had stopped. She was forced backwards as the monstrous beast flapped its giant wings and lifted it off the ground. Her head hit a part of a fallen building and her vision instantly went blurry.

"Hey, hey you. Get up!" She made out a tall figure walking toward her holding some sort of weapon. As her vision cleared, she saw that it was a man. A nord to be more exact. His form shrinking as he crouched down next to her.

"C'mon, we have to get out of here! Can you walk?"

She nodded her head wearily and stood up, using her sword as support. She picked up her shield and followed the strange man out of the smouldering city through the gates that she had entered.

"Wait." He ordered and pulled her behind a pine tree as the strange black dragon flew away. He had held her there, a little too close for comfort. She could smell his rancid sweat. "Damn, just when you think they're extinct, they come back anyway." He commented cheerfully when it flew out of sight. She looked at him closer.

He wore a helmet with down-pointed horns, his pale blue eyes poking through the holes in the helmet. His hide boots were old and worn. His studded armor had left his chest almost completely revealed. She had noticed that he was clean shaven as well. He noticed her staring at him. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just... where did you come from?"

His face showed confusion. "Now come on, don't tell me your family never told you about where we all came from?" He answered jokingly.

She showed a quick smile that faded at the reminder of family. He saw the sadness in her eyes. "Helgen."

She looked at him mirroring the expression of confusion he had moments ago.

"I'm from Helgen. I heard the screaming and was on my way out when I spotted you being thrown around by that dragon. Figured I'd help out a fellow nord." He smiled warmly at her.

She began to feel sorry for him. He had probably lost his family during the attack and had barely made it out alive. Yet, somehow, he had time to stop and lead her out as well. And for that, she owed him her life. Which angered her. She hated having debts.

"Hello? Are you still here?" Her thoughts were broken by his waving hand in front of her face. "S-sorry" she stammered "I was just... thinking..."

He chuckled. "Must have been some thought."

How could he be so cheery when he just lost everything to something that was supposed to be a myth. It showed up out of nowhere. And on the most beautiful day too.

"Yeah..." She answered awkwardly. "So, thank you for saving my life, but I must be off." She waved and began to walk away, leaving the man still standing next to the tree. She hoped that he wasn't going to follow.