SECOND CHAPTER IS UP EVERYONE! I'M REALLY HAPPY THAT I GOT SOME FEEDBACK FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER SO HERE'S THE SECOND ONE. i'M GOING TO TRY TO GET A CHAPTER WRITTEN AND POSTED ONCE A WEEK. I REALLY DON'T LIKE IT WHEN A STORY DOESN'T GET UPDATED IN A LONG TIME SO I'M TRYING NOT TO DO THE SAME THING. ANYWAYS LET'S GET THINGS UNDERWAY HERE!

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General Tullius was a military man through and through. He had been through many battles and had seen many things in his many years of life. He had led soldiers into battles that weren't in their favor and come out alive. Hardly anything could surprise him now, except for this.

They had been making their way back to Solitude after a successful attack on a Stormcloak encampment in the Whiterun Hold. The Stormcloaks there had been intercepting so many of the Legion's couriers and supply lines that he had decided to come out here himself to end it. The battle had been swift and successful, no stormcloak was left there alive. Hadvar had told him as they were making their way back that those traitors would be back, and he couldn't agree more. Those nords always seemed to have a way of bouncing right back and that was a major thorn in his side. Their trip back was supposed to go smoothly, without any delay. The Eight seemed to have different ideas apparently.

The thundering shouts had spooked their horses and some of the newer soldiers. A couple of horses had knocked off their riders and ran off. His horsed reared and shook its head frantically in a fright. He took hold of the reins and pulled his horse out of its frantic state. He looked all around to find the source and what he found was...shocking.

A large white dragon loomed over someone that was covered in mud and blood, wielding a blue glass sword and clutching their leg. They looked absolutely terrified but he watched as the person shouted at the dragon, provoking it closer.

"They're going to get eaten."

He watched as it came closer to the person, its heavy foot falls could be heard all the way over to where he was. He snapped out of it and shouted commands to his men, sending them in to take the dragon down. They reacted quickly and some dismounted their horses and began to fire arrows at its large, scaly hide. Others ran straight ahead and charged at the beast. The giant creature had found its attention drawn to his men and roared.

As they drew their swords to face the beast, he dismounted and quickly made his way over to the injured being laying in their own blood.

What he found was odd.

The person who had fought the dragon was a small, bosmer woman. Blood was splattered across her angular face and what he guessed was once yellow warpaint was now nothing more than a smear. Her long and curly auburn hair was now knotted and soaked with mud. Two long scars were on the right side of her face, one below her eye and another on her lip. She seemed so weak...

How could such a small thing stand and fight a dragon?

She had just lost consciousness when he reached her broken form. Her sword was still in her hand and her left leg looked broken. Blood trickled down her face and into her hair making it even darker. He quickly called over Hadvar to keep an eye on her for him. The soldier rushed over from the fight and before he could argue Tullius was already up and gone.

When he stood and looked back over to his men he saw that one soldier was caught in the beasts large jaws. His mouth was open in a silent scream as the dragon bit him in half. The dragon reared its head back and threw the soldiers' body away, flying like a rag doll.

He shouted a curse and charged over, unsheathing his sword and swinging at its ugly snout. He sliced at it as more of his men came over and helped him take it down. It reared its head back and shouted at them, the noise nearly bursting his ear drums. He had just barely gotten out of the way in time, but two of his men were flown backwards. He heard a sickening crunch and one cry out in pain upon impact.

He shouted at the dragon, attempting to draw its attention away from his men. It snapped at him with its giant teeth and Tullius side stepped away. He raised his sword and brought it down on its neck, digging in deep between the scales. The dragon roared painfully as he took another swing again, blood splattering his face as he did so. The dragons large tail swung around wildly as though it was panicked. He took one last swing and finally got down to the dragons spinal cord, severing it.

The large creature swayed and fell to the ground, the ground shaking upon impact. Tullius breathed heavily as he sheathed his sword and stepped away to look at the carnage. Two of his men had died, and another injured. He was going to have to write a letter to the men's families about their fates now.

He turned and made his way back over to the bosmer. Hadvar had her head on his lap, the woman looked even more paler than before. Hadvar raised his eyes at him and shook his head.

"She's not going to make it without proper treatment. This head wound looks bad and her leg is pretty banged up." He informed Tullius.

He looked back down at her, her face seemed...familiar in a way. Had he met her before? He would have remembered seeing someone so out of place. Hadvar must have noticed him staring at her and smiled a little.

"Remember Helgen? She was that prisoner that wasn't on the list. She helped me out of there, you know." He mused.

"I even went as far as to asking her to join up with us. Though I'm pretty sure that day wasn't the best day of her life at all."

The memory of that day came back to him. He had watched stoically as she stepped off the cart, in dirty rags and a scowl on her face. She didn't look anything like a stormcloak would, and why his soldiers took her prisoner was beyond him. She had stepped up to the block grudgingly but had held her head up high. That same trait had apparently stayed with her. Before he could call off her execution however, that black dragon had attacked, and everything went to Oblivion afterwards.

He snapped out of that memory when he heard a series of crackles behind him. He turned around and froze as he watched the dragons remains begin to burn, unaffected by the now light rain. The fire licked away at the dragons remains and charred the moist ground around it. The white scales cracked, the muscles burned, and the bones were all that remained. The bones kept the ominous glow of the fire, making it seem as though it was still alive.

Suddenly, the bright glow began to materialize and before he could do anything, it shot towards him.

The light brushed past him, gliding across his armor and making its way to Hadvar and the bosmer. Hadvar looked ready to shit himself as the light found home and hit the bosmer. For some reason it seemed like it was being taken in by the bosmer. Absorbing the energy.

The yellow light danced across her skin and she became less pale. Almost like it was restoring her. He watched, fascinated by the strange sight before him. She seemed to glow with life and look stronger as the light entered her body, like some sort of goddess.

As the light began to fade, the bosmers chest shuddered as she took in a breath. She gasped for breath for a few seconds but her breathing became more even as time went on. One of his soldiers looked around at everyone before pointing at her in shock.

"By the gods, sh-she's the Dragonborn!" He exclaimed.

He remembered hearing Rikke and some of the other soldiers talk about Dragonborns back at the Solitude barracks. They said that Dragonborns could absorb a dragons soul and steal their powers, killing the beast permanently. He had scoffed and had returned to his work.

Sure he had heard rumors of one wandering Skyrim, but he never imagined anyone other than some hulking Nord. She was the complete opposite of what he and his soldiers had thought of. Now he owed Rikke 100 septims.

Hadvar looked between him and the woman. "Sir, what should we do?" He questioned.

His first thought was to take her to Whiterun, but distance wise Rorikstead was far more closer to them. His troops could stay at the inn there and they could give this Dragonborn proper medical attention. He turned and faced his soldiers now.

"We head to Rorikstead, dead and all." He announced. His men looked between themselves and nodded, moving quickly under the rain, collecting their comrades remains. The more experienced soldiers were use to seeing such things, but that doesn't mean that they aren't affected.

The rain began to finally lighten up, leaving them completely drenched. If they didn't get to Rorikstead soon, they might all just freeze thanks to Skyrim's lovely weather. He disliked this weather, but he was stuck here until this damn war was over and Ulfric's head was on a platter.

He walked over to his horse who, to his luck, did not run away. He reached out and patted its neck. "Good girl." He muttered. The horse raised her head and whinnied. Before he mounted however, he turned and looked at Hadvar and the bosmer. The soldier was wrapping her up in a damp bed roll, trying to keep her warm. She looked less pale but the icy chill would get to her. He made his way over two the them and took her in his arms.

"Your horse ran off, She'll ride with me for now." Tullius stated. Hadvar looked at him questionably but nodded an acknowledgement. He turned and headed back over to the other soldiers while Tullius stood there with the bosmer in his arms, feeling slightly triumphant. She seemed even smaller now in his arms, but even unconscious she seemed to have a scowl on. He had to admit that it was pretty amusing.

He struggled a bit with trying to get on his horse while holding on to her but after a good minute he finally managed. He placed the small bosmer on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. The second her head hit his shoulder she nuzzled even closer, searching for warmth in her sleep.

The corner of his mouth went upwards at that but it quickly fell as he looked back at his soldiers. They all looked expectantly at him, waiting for orders from their general.

"MOVE OUT!" He shouted and urged his horse forward. His soldiers quickly followed him. Most of the more able bodied walked while the rest rode on horses, keeping a hold of the dead and wounded.

The uneven road twisted and turned as they made their way to the town. The night became calmer now as the stars broke through the clouds. The light from them shined down on the grass and trees around the group, making the landscape shine.

As they continued on Tullius looked down at the woman in his lap. She seemed at peace and even had a smile on her face as she leaned into him. He felt something inside him stir at this unintentional affection.

That made him smile as well.

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THIS CHAPTER SEEMED TO HAVE FALLEN A LITTLE SHORT IN MY OPINION. I JUST THINK THE FIGHT SCENE COULD HAVE BEEN LONGER BUT OH WELL. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND I'LL GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON! ANY OPINIONS ARE WELCOMED.