Thanks for kind reviews. This chapter is a bit boring, to me at last, and not so much thinking, but I'll make up for this in the next one. They are short ones anyway, aren't they? And it doesn't look like they were going to get longer in the near future. Anyway, I'm gonna skip as much as possible in the next ones, but I will get the first dragon killed BEFORE I'm going to head to the Companions, so few more chapters in the way. I think I'm going to be able to update everyday for a week or so, so watch out for more stupidity! :D
Anyway, I've never thought that writing could be so much fun. Even if you'll find this chap terrible, I won't really mind. Just tell me what went wrong.
RainbowWhisper - self-insert stories are fun, 'cause they allow you to look on the world you see in game, film or book from the other perspective. And I'm happy that it made you laugh, even if it wasn't intended. I just tried to imagine what I, myself, would be thinking at that situation, and it come out, I'd be sarcastic at myself, and checking out guys, sadly. :D
xcaliber - yeah, I thought it would be horrible boring to read a thing everyone who played Skyrim knows by heart. That's why I don't like *this* chapter. But I'm still struggling to learn how tonot repeat the game in the fanfiction.
And the bad part, Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, not me. In the other case, the main quest would be plain, honest dragon-killing, not some sneaky business. I hate that stuff on *this* playthrough. My Dovahkiin is a Companion, after all.
To say I was scared sensless would be a mild wording. I could barely hear the harsh voice of an Imperial Captain, calling me to the block. It took me a push from a soldier to move forward. Still paralysed with fear, I stumbled upon a Stormcloack slodier's body, it's dead weight making me want to throw up. It only get worse, when I was forced roughly on my knees, facing face-to-wound the severed head of the warrior. I had to force myself to hold back a sob, but I hadn't managed to stop trembling. I watched the bloodied axe of the executioner as it rose, knowig that I couldn't close my eyes even for a moment, if the dragon decided to show itself in time.
And it bloody well did. I thanked every single god that could hear me at the moment in my thought as it's bat wings showed on the sky behind the man's back. The giant beast landed heavily, and it was all I needed to get on my hands, but I wasn't fast enough. It's roar knocked me back on the ground, making my vision blurry. I struggled to rise again, but failed miserably until somebody's strong hands caught me and helped me up.
"Get up! Gods won't give us another chance!" the Nord - Raloff, if I could remember correctly - cried in my ear, then ran away in the direction of the tower.
"This way!" He added, looking back at me.
I followed him as fast as my shaking legs allowed, stumbling now and then. Still dizzy from the dragon using it's Voice on me, I hasn't really comprehended what was happening around me, dead bodies lying around, screams of the wounded mindling with the tumble of the rocks and the roar of flames, the scent of blood and smoke filling my nostrils.
"Jarl Ulfric! What is that THING? Could the legends be true?" asked my savior, tearing me out from my daze.
"Legends don't burn down villages " came the jarl's calm answer, his deep voice soothing my panic.
The call from Raloff had me ready to run up the tower's steps. When the wall get blown up mid-way, I looked down in fear. I won't be able to manage this, that roof is too far, and there's fire down there...
"Jump!" the Nord screamed. And I jumped.
I barely managed to catch myself on the roof, nearly loosing my eye in the process. I rolled helplessy on the floor, but the survival instinct was stronger than my lack of strenght. I get up on my feet and jumped down again and forced myself to run, this time to face the Imperial officer.
"Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way!" exclaimed the man, somehow looking more alive than I before. He head out fast, forcing me to follow, nearly in front of the dragon, and all I could do was to keep my balance with my hands stil bound.
We rushed through the burning city, the dragon still causing destruction. I knew that when we get to the keep, this whole nightmare would end. Then I caught the sight of Raloff, and knew that all be well now.
Or, rather - I corrected myself - as well as it could be, considering current circumstances.