Kulaan

The great beast roared and took off from the tower. Kulaan immediately jumped up from the head block, and moved to get out of the open. Looking to his side, he saw Miraak doing the same

-Meet me by the tower next to the main citadel- Kulaan spoke into his brother's mind

Miraak nodded and ran off.

"Get moving prisoner!" The guard he had attacked yelled at him, grabbing him and dragging him away.

"Yol Toor Shul"

The words echoed through the air, and seemed to reverberate within Kulaan's very soul.

The great black dragon opened its maw and unleashed a river of fire from it, incinerating everything it came into contact with, and causing many buildings to burn.

The meteors were still falling, causing explosions wherever they hit.

Another stream of fire rained down from the sky, and Kulaan ducked into a tower, where he noticed Ralof, and none other than Ulfric Stormcloak.

'Hey wouldn't have anything to do with this, would he?" Kulaan thought to himself, but no, he somehow could sense that this dragon didn't claw its way from the realm of myth at the beckon of a would-be king.

Ulfric was talking to his men as the climbed the stairs; Kulaan followed, but did not listen. He was concentrating on the wind, searching, searching.

Suddenly, Kulaan felt it, the change in the air, the beast beating its gigantic wings, it was near, it was…

"Right outside,' He said to himself, "Get Down!" He yelled at the soldiers in front of him

The men reacted too late, the wall exploded in fire and all but four were killed.

The beast moved away from the tower, likely to deal with the Imperials that were shooting at it.

He tried to get up, but stumbled and nearly fell of the stairwell, when someone grabbed his bound hands.

"Come on lad, we've come too far to die now," Ralof said, pulling him back up.

"Thanks," Kulaan said.

"Your Welcome, now, let's get out of here."

The smell of burned flesh had made its way up the stairwell, nearly causing Kulaan to vomit, he couldn't agree more.

Once at the top, he saw Ulfric and two others somehow on the ground, making way for the citadel.

"There's an underground passage out of this place under there, that thing seemed to be able to control when and where the meteors fall, they're preventing anyone from getting out those ways. We better get in the citadel before it realizes that there's a way out that way too."

"It already knows."

"WHAT? How do you know that?"

"Surely you heard the words it shouted before it unleashed that fire from its mouth, it has language. That means that is it sentient, just as you and I are. It didn't come here to hunt, it came here to kill. It's herding us so that there's only one way out, it's trying to find its victim."

"You seem to know a lot about this."

"I'm a hunter, I know how to read things, animal or not, everything follows certain patterns."

"Well then, that's interesting but it doesn't change things much, that's still the only way out, so, let's go."

Ralof jumped down to the second story of a burning building, and then ran off.

"This would be a lot easier for me to do if I could use my arms properly," He thought to himself, but jumped anyway.

He landed hard and rolled, stopping just next to an open patch of flame. Slowly, he worked his way down to the ground floor, taking care to avoid the weakest parts of the floor.

He got to the ground, and was greeted by the guard again.

"There you are, come on!" The guard grabbed him, and started dragging him to the citadel.

'I am really getting tired of this," Kulaan thought to himself.

Looking up, Kulaan suddenly grabbed the guard and pulled him to the side, as a meteor landed right where he had been a moment ago, as it was, the force of the explosion sent them both flying.

"Thank-you," The guard said.

"Your welcome, now let's go,"

The two ran to the citadel door, avoided the weapons of the dragon's wrath whenever they became pointed on them.

Once at the door, Kulaan looked around for Miraak, and found him running towards the door, with Ralof and another Stormcloak soldier.

Kulaan began to smile when he saw the beast flying right for them, beginning to open its maw

-LOOK OUT!-

Kulaan mentally screamed out towards his brother.

Miraak had just enough time to look up to the sky, when the same horrid three words echoed through the air, and fire erupted onto the land.

"NOOO!" Kulaan screamed and made to run to his brother, when the guard grabbed him and started pulling him into the citadel.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Kulaan roared.

"There is nothing you can do for him, getting yourself killed helps no one!" The guard screamed, finally getting him through the door.

The two panted for a few moments.

"I'm sorry," The guard said, "There was nothing you could have done for him, he's gone."

"He's not dead." Kulaan said adamantly, "I can still sense him, he's hurt, but he's not dead."

After a few more seconds,

"My name his Hadvar by the way."

"…Kulaan,"

"That's an interesting name, never heard it before."

"My family isn't from around here."

Hadvar seemed like he was about to say something, when Kulaan suddenly put his arms in Hadvar's face, looking pointedly at his bindings, which Hadvar quickly moved to cut the rope.

"Now then, I'm going back out…" Kulaan stopped as he heard someone approaching.

Someone's coming, he mouthed to Hadvar, who discreetly drew his sword.

Two Stormcloak soldiers walked up, not paying attention to their surroundings.

Kulaan moved around to sneak behind them.

'They really are fools,' Kulaan thought to himself, 'One dressed up as an Imperial, but it is obvious that they're Stormcloaks, this is Imperial land, and two enemies wouldn't be talking.'

Suddenly, one of them noticed Hadvar, and made to lung at him, drawing his sword.

Kulaan leapt from behind, grabbing the neck of the soldier. As the soldier made to try to stab him, he grabbed his sword arm with both hands, and broke his wrist.

Kulaan grabbed the sword before it could hit the ground, and promptly slashed the soldier's throat, he then went up and grabbed the other soldier who was fighting Hadvar from behind, and then did the same to him.

"That was easy," he noted.

Hadvar kept his sword drawn, looking at him warily.

"Where exactly did you learn how to fight?"

"Nowhere and everywhere," Kulaan answered, reached down to the soldier with the Imperial arm or, and beginning to strip it off of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I need armour, and you need a partner, if there's anymore hostile warriors in here, we need to work together if either of us want to get out of here alive, so what do you say you sheath that sword and let's get going."

Hadvar seemed to consider for a moment, before complying. Kulaan put on the armour, and the began to walk

As the two walked down the hall, Kulaan sent a telepathic call to his brother.

-Miraak, are you all right?-

What Kulaan received in return wasn't an answer, so much as an impression; Miraak was alive, but very very weak. However, he seemed to be safe enough now, wherever he was.

Kulaan and Hadvar walked a ways, making for underground passages. Even from down there, the battle above could still be heard. However, it was dying down, neither of them entertained the delusion it was because the dragon was being defeated.

Walking a ways down, the two heard the sounds of a battle. Readying their weapons, the prepared for a fight.

Two Imperials were facing five Stormcloaks. One of the Imperials opened his hands, and bolts of lightening fired out at his opponents.

'Magic' Kulaan thought to himself, he'd never seen it before, but he'd heard of its power, and how dangerous it was.

Hadvar leapt into the battle, but Kulaan merely watched, and waited.

He saw an opening when one of the Stormcloaks stood in front of him with his back turned, he lunged forward and stabbed the Stormcloak in the gut, and took his sword.

Using the two swords, Kulaan leapt into the fight, and with the numbers quickly evened out, the Stormcloaks fell.

"That was quite impressive," The magic user said, "And may I ask who you are?"

However, Kulaan was busy looking at the room, it was filled with cages, and dead bodies, and, spikes.

"What is this place?" Kulaan asked

"A torture chamber," Hadvar answered reluctantly and somewhat bitterly, "Wish we didn't need them, but…"

"They do serve a purpose," The sorcerer, the torturer said, with a smug smile on his face.

Kulaan remember the bodies of his parents that he'd found in the woods, even with all the decay that surrounded them, he could still see the signs of torture inflicted upon them.

Fuelled by his rage, Kulaan took the second sword and through it straight into the torturer's chest. When the other Imperial moved to attack, Kulaan quickly dispatched him to.

"What are you doing?" Hadvar yelled

"I am not on your side! Nor am I a fan of beings that gain joy out of inflicting pain on others. I can understand killing if you have to, but this," He motioned his arms around the room, "Is just wrong. Now, we still need each other, but is you want to stay in this den of inequity, fine, I'll go off on my own."

Kulaan started walking off, Hadvar thought for a second, before joining him.

"I know it definitely isn't the highlight of the empire, but those rooms do serve a purpose. We've uncovered plots that would have meant the deaths of thousands of people, and stopped them."

"There are other ways, tell me, is it easy for you to fight for an empire that uses such means."

"My father was and Imperial, his father before him, I've been raised to be a soldier since the day I was born, so, yes, it is rather easy. What about you?"

"I was raised to be what I needed to be in order to survive, nothing more."

The snuck through the tunnels, dispatching hostiles as they came across them, though not all the Stormcloaks were hostile, some just wanted to get out of this hell hole, Kulaan couldn't blame them.

Eventually, the stone tunnels have way to natural ones, ones filled not with warriors, but animals. There was a nest full of frostbite spiders, which was a pain to get out of.

"Their venom is meant to weaken, not kill, and it does not last long," Hadvar said as the walked passed the corpses.

"I know, there are some just south of Skyrim's border, I've dealt with them before."

However, they came across something that was not going to be easy to get out of.

"Cave bear," Kulaan whispered with dread, they were deadly beasts, furthermore, this one looked like it hadn't eaten in a while. While this meant it wasn't as strong, it was a lot fiercer.

Kulaan looked and saw Hadvar readying his bow.

"Wait," He whispered, "One arrow isn't going to be enough, and if he realizes where he are, we're dead.

"What do you suggest we do then?" He asked impatiently.

"Sneak passed," Kulaan replied, "He hasn't fed in a while, he's weak, he's also tired, if we go by quietly he won't even know we're here."

While he seemed calm, Kulaan was actually quite nervous. He mastered staying quiet on his hunting trips, which, combined with patience, was critical. However, he had never walked right past a starving cave bear before.

The two crept by slowly, making sure to make no sound. Several times it appeared as if the beast was going to wake, but every time it merely turned over, and continued to lie on the cold ground.

All in all, it took about two hours to successfully get far enough away from the bear that they needn't worry about it chasing them.

-Miraak, I made it out, how about you?-

Kulaan waited, but there was no reply from his twin.

Suddenly, a cold thought ran through him. There had been times when he had been unable to contact his brother; when they were too far apart from one another.

"How far away from Helgen are we?" Kulaan asked, panic rising in his heart

"A fair ways, those passages were designed so that people could escape a raid, they had to wind up far away from Helgen."

"Tunnels? Was there more than one passage?"

"Yes, there were nine, each heading in a different direction. Why what's wrong?"

"I can't hear my brother," Kulaan said, and in that moment he wasn't the warrior that had survived a dragon attack and had cut down his enemies in order to get to safety, in that moment, he was an eighteen-year-old boy who just wanted to be with his brother.

"My parents are dead," Kulaan said after a few moments of silence, with only nature providing noise, "Miraak is all I have left."

"You said you could sense that he was alive, when we were in the citadel, can you still sense it?"

Kulaan closed his eyes and concentrated, searching, reaching, until he finally felt it.

"Yes, he is alive, and I am going to find him."

"Yes, I have a feeling you will, but now, you're weak, I'm weak; we need food and shelter. There is a town a small ways to the north, I have family there that will be willing to open their door to us for the night."

"…All right."

Well, chapter two is done, what do you guys think? The next chapter will be happening at the same time as this one, and will be from Miraak's point of view. That's how it's going to be from now one, one from Kulaan, and one from Miraak.