NoOneInParticular17: I am sorry to hear that but honestly sucks I made him blind for a reason and I will stand by it, beside like four thousand of the words in the last chapter describe or mention he is blind the story would get really choppy and confusing if I deleted all of that :D
Also the chapter lengths they normally are an entire quest, so some could be twenty thousand words and others could be two.
"You have done well." Jarl Balgruuf congratulated the trio. "Farengar has already begun to decipher the stone, though how much use it will be is unknown." He then sighed. "Haldar I'm afraid word about you has finally reach the thalmor." Haldar paled, there was another reason he had been kept in the city. The ability to see magic was unheard of and not a single person doubted that they wouldn't painfully tear him apart in order to gain it for themselves.
"My Jarl!" Irileth cried running into the room two guards at her back. "There is a dragon attacking the western watch tower."
"What!" Jarl Balgruuf exclaimed standing up. "How long ago was it spotted?"
"Twenty minutes ago by these two guards." she said indicating to the guards behind her, who stepped forward.
"My Jarl it was circling the tower last we saw it's scales hid it until it got too close honestly I'm surprised we managed to escape." Morzan noticed something strange about what he said, the dragon they saw at Helgen had pitch black scales it wasn't sneaking up on anyone.
"What color was the dragon?"
"What? why does that matter?" the guard asked it was a dragon, he doubted it cared about how pretty it look.
"Just answer the question." the Jarl ordered.
"Brown, it was brown." the two survivors of Helgen paled.
"What is it? what's wrong?" Irileth asked seeing their faces.
"The dragon at Helgen had pitch black scales." Haltan said making their eyes widen in realization.
"There is more than one dragon. Possible dozens." Balgruuf noted and a shiver went down everyone spine at the thought of a dozen of those creatures. "Irileth!" he shouted snapping everyone out of their despair. "Get as many as the guard as can try and get some of the companions as well, they keep complaining about dying of boredom let's see how they like a dragon."
"My Jarl I am ready to go!" Farengar said eagerly walking out of his chambers. "The chance to study this can not be passed up."
"No we need you to look up ways to defend the city if Irileth and the guard fail." the Jarl said shaking his head.
"But my lord how can I make defenses against something I have never seen." he argued making a good point.
"I'll go." Haldar offered, making Farengar immediately reject it.
"No! No! No!" he said shaking his head. "You are only a child-"
"Who went through Bleak Falls Barrow, plus with my abilities there is no one better to assess the dangers of dragons than me." the boy made a good argument.
"But you are inexperienced."
"I have enough practice with magic and I gained plenty of experience in Bleak Falls Barrow, besides it's a dragon do you know of any procedures for fighting one?" the wizard frowned once again several good points. "Besides we need to know how resistant it is to magic."
"I can not allow it." he said. "It is too risky."
"I'm sorry master but I wasn't asking for permission." the citizens of whiterun gaped, the two outsiders might not have understood but when it came Farengar if he told Haldar to do something he did it. Not out of fear but respect and love.
Farengar saw the look of determination on his apprentice's face and realized whether he gave permission or not the boy would be at the battlefield with the dragon. This wasn't useful arrogance it was strict determination. It wasn't that he believed he could beat the dragon on his own but rather he could help the most out of all of them. "Alright but If you are going you are going prepared." they walked into his chamber and began to pull out supplies.
As he did that the Jarl turned to Irileth. "Irileth I want you to go to the armory grab as many enchanted weapons and armor as you can we need to take that dragon down." he than turned to Morzan and Haltan. "I am sorry to ask this but you two have the most experience with dragons will you help?" he wasn't going to waste time with pomp and formalities not when his hold was in danger.
"Of course besides if we do kill that thing I bet it will be a hit with the ladies." Haltan said with a smirk but Morzan could see the nervousness underneath. He felt it too they remembered an entire imperial legion one sent there to make sure Ulfric Stormcloak didn't escape and they were taken down with ease. In fact he would swear he heard the dragon laugh in amusement as the tried in effectually to kill him.
The Jarl chuckled, but he too recognized the false bravado that soldiers often used to hide their fear.
When the gathered at the gates they saw Farengar and Haldar handing out rings. "These won't stop the fire or ice from killing you but they should slow it down, do not think they make you invincible though, we do not know how hot dragon fire burns or how cold it's ice can be." Farengar warned as the various guards and companions slipped on the rings.
Haltan noticed that Haldar wore several rings instead of the one he wore before. "What is going on with all the rings?" he asked they all shined differently so he knew they weren't to protect against fire, though he could be wrong he wasn't an expert in enchanting.
"They are meant to increase my magic and regeneration." he told him fiddling with his hands. Haltan recognized it, it was typical after you decided to do something you were so sure of at the time only to get nervous when the time came.
"I won't lie to you." the Jarl said as the warriors prepared to leave. "Some of you might not come back, in fact there is a chance none of you will. But this dragon threatens our home and our families if we do not stop it now it will burn our hold to the ground! So go knowing that even if you fall here you will have earned a place in sovngarde!" the warriors cheered before they began to march off ready to slay a dragon like the heroes of old.
As soon as they got within a hundred meters Haldar saw it and realization of the cryptic words of the daedric prince came to him. "Let the dovahkiin slay the dragon." suddenly he understood why despite being a nord Haltan's soul was golden, he was dragonborn and it showed in the battle that came.
For every blow the average warrior managed to strike the dragon with, he hit ten. He had a look of elation on his face as he fought the dragon fighting like a man possessed.
Both he and Haldar did the most damage to the beast, Haltan with his reckless disregard for his own protection and Haldar with his magic doing more damage than anything else. Blades slide off it's hide and only the strongest of blows managed to even scratch it, even one of the orcs in their party entering a blood rage barely managed to draw blood and as soon as he did the dragon burnt him to a crisp.
Haldar downed another magicka potion before he threw several lightning bolts at the dragon they seemed to be the only thing that affected it out of all his magic it ignored the ice and seemed to enjoy the fire his water spell did nothing and even his earth and wind just seemed to annoy it.
The lightning did very minor damage but what was that old saying death by a thousand cuts is still death. In the hour since they had engaged the dragon it had slowed it assault and had been forced to land more often and as soon as it did they attacked the wings to stop it from being able to flee, but it seemed pride wasn't just a problem for man and mer but dragon as well despite beginning to lose it refused to leave.
Haldar struck the dragon with a bolt of lightning that did some damage but unluckily for him it seemed the dragon had had enough of him as it turned it's gaze to him. With a roar and the shout of a word of power than vanished from his mind as soon as it entered. It's fire slammed against his shield Haldar had dropped his staff and forced all his magic into keeping up his shield, he didn't even notice that his staff had been reduced to crisps by the dragon's fire.
The dragon's pride turned out to be it's downfall, when it saw Haldar's shield holding up againsts it's fire it refused to back down even as the other warriors attacked it. Haldar let out a cry of pain as his shield cracked fire slipped through burning him half of his robe had caught on fire, it was only the inlaid magic that stopped from setting him on fire. Luckily for him many apprentice mages in the past had set themselves on fire often enough that it became common to just add the charms before hand. His shield broke and the fire rushed him he barely managed to roll out of the way even than his arm was caught in the fire burning it so badly that even with magic it would leave a scar. Once more the magic of his apparel saved his life putting out the fire before it could burn him to a crisp.
Haltan charged forward on the dragon caught up in the rush of the moment his blood singing and spirit soaring, the dragon let out a cry of challenge and he returned it. The dragon reared back to roast him and instead of retreating he charged forward, the dragon let loose it's fire and he blocked with his shield pushing forward even as the metal heated up and began to burn him, he smacked the dragon in the face with his shield turning it's head just enough for him be able to stab the dragon in the eye with his sword killing it.
The last words of the dragon were ones of fear. "Dovahkiin! Nid!" as it realized what it's slayer was, the only thing that could permanently kill it the Dragonborn.
The dragon dropped to the ground and the group stared in disbelieve, till one man began to cheer than another and another till everyone was cheering. They had done it they had slayed the dragon! The dragon's body began to glow and everyone stopped cheering and backed up in fear. Was it not dead? Did it somehow survive. Slowly the body of the beast began to burn up leaving only the bones and some scales behind. The energy that formed as the dragon died entered the body of it's killer Haltan.
Haltan felt euphoric as the dragon's energy entered him, he looked up as it did and followed his instincts and spoke a single word. "Fus!" the air shook as a burst of power was released kicking up dust even when it was aimed at the sky.
Haldar stared in shock as the spirit of the dragon was absorbed in Haltan, it broke past his pain as the Dovahkiin reveled in the power, releasing a shout of power that shook the air. It was like his spirit feed off the dragon growing stronger. He realized he was wrong with his earlier analogy he wasn't a sleeping bear he was a dragon and now he was awake.
He felt someone go through his bag and vaguely recognized it as one of the guard. The guard pulled out a healing potion and poured it down his throat. Forcing himself to swallow he felt relief spread through out his body as the pain slowly went away. Reaching into his bag he pulled out several more potions drinking two for himself and giving the others to the guard with hoarse instructs to give it to the injured. He pulled out a potion of magicka and drank it before casting heal on himself he looked at his hands and saw that only two of the rings were still there the one that increased his magicka reserves and the one that increased his rate of magicka recovery.
After about twenty minutes of people tending to the wounded Haldar felt well enough to stand. Slowly standing up he felt relieved that he wasn't in as much pain as he could be. He looked around and saw that there were only twenty left of the original one hundred, the dragon had destroyed them. Now that most of the injured were out of danger the Warriors began to talk about what had happened with the dragon and if that would happen to them if they killed one.
"It's because he is the Dragonborn." Haldar said interrupting them, many of the warriors began to listen in, some of them had thought that he was but it had felt like blasphemy despite the white gold concordat many of them still worshiped Talos.
"And how do you know that mage?" one of the newer guards asked scoffing at the word mage, he could tell he was new because most of the guards had learned to respect his magic and this guard had the dismissive tone of the typical nord.
"I saw him absorb the soul of the dragon and devour it's power." Haldar said. "As well as the fact that his magic looks just like the dragons, not the normal purple of a nord but the gold of a dragon." as if to prove his point at that very moment the earth shook in a manner reminiscent of Haltan's shout. As the earth shook a call rang through the air.
"Dovahkiin!" with that said the earth stopped shaking and the power that filled the air vanished.
Haldar turned to the guard with a smirk. "Still think I'm wrong?"