I coughed up blood as a strong pair of hands dragged me from the rubble. With a quick glance I saw the blonde from before, Ralof I think his name was. Feeling my movement and no doubt hearing me stir, he looked at me.

"Hey, dark elf. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance!"

I grunted, my ears were ringing and my vision was blurry. I no doubt looked like shit, and probably close to death. But this… Nord dragged me from the rubble to make sure I was okay. He let me go and I stumbled into a crawling position and pushed myself up to my feet with a sharp stabbing sensation in a recent wound. Without looking back at me, Ralof took off into the tower.

"This way!"

Shooting a quick glance around the town being ravaged by a mythical beast and not seeing any better ideas, I followed. Running into the tower as a couple of the Stormcloak soldiers slammed the down shut behind me as I crumpled to the ground coughing and wheezing. The poorly healed stab wound throbbed painfully.

"Why'd you let this fucking elf in here, Ralof? We should just toss him back out to get killed by the dragon!"

The other Stormcloaks were silent as the dark haired man walked up to me. I glared at him and with my raspy voice, spoke back.

"I'd back up if I were you, s'wit."

He sneered, "What are you gonna do about it, elf? You're tied up and on the verge of death."

The man was big, his dark hair and crooked face gave the appearance of a thug. Which he was reinforcing with his attitude. I stood tall, almost on par with his height. I knew I was tall for a Dunmer, standing at six foot three, my sister told me that our father was either a Redguard, an Altmer, or a Nord. She couldn't figure it out considering that we couldn't remember him. Because of that, I had learned both Nordic, Altmeri, and Yoku growing up, it would help to have a bit of knowledge about my possible heritage. I'm getting off topic, I was just going to tell you how I knocked some sense into a Nord.

It was surprisingly over quick as he rushed towards me, trying to toss me out of the tower. I slammed my foot into his abdomen, knocking him over. He rolled backwards and slammed into a barrel. I limped over to him and wrapped my hands around his neck, causing him to gasp for air and start wildly flailing at me. His allies tried to come in to assist but a single word stopped them.

"Enough."

They looked over at the Stormcloak leader, who was sitting in the corner. His hands clasped together as he stared at me. I stared back at him before I released him, leaving him gasping for the precious air he had almost permanently been denied.

"Adma'na." I grunted towards the pitiful Nord.

He looked like he was about to intervene, but Ulfric spoke up, "We don't have time for this. We need to leave. The pointless quarrel just cost us precious time."

The man stood up to his full height, and walked off cracking the door open slightly. Before a gout of flame came down and almost burned him.

"The only safe way is up, my jarl." Ralof spoke up.

I looked at him like he was a fool. But Ulfric, apparently also a fool, nodded and began running up the stairs, his soldiers following behind him. I hung my head, I didn't want to follow them, but more people was always a better option. Safety in numbers, after all. They could help fight or be cannon fodder.

With his mind made up, he ran after them and just as he made it to the next floor the head of the dragon burst through the wall, separating Ulfric and a few other soldiers. I was now on this floor with the one I just tried to murder, Ralof, and a couple other nameless soldiers. They were crushed under the rubble, and the dragon seemed to almost grin as it aimed its head in and inhaled.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

A stream of fire came flying in through the hole in the wall, heading straight towards the Stormcloaks. Including the s'wit Nord. Now, I don't know what happened here, my body moved on its own and I still to this day don't know why. I wrapped the s'wit in a hug and protected him with my body as the dragon flame singed the shirt off my back and my skin peeled from the burn. This was the hottest fire I had ever experienced, as my ashen grey skin turned a gruesome red and I slouched forward, trying to play up the idea that I was dead. Seemingly satisfied, the dragon took off towards another building.

Ralof ran up to me, clasping my back and gingerly picking me up. I grunted in pain as I stood. My hands glowed gold for a second as the burns on my back began to recede. It didn't do too much but the gnarly red color was gone.

I looked over at the stumped Nord, and nodded. Before glancing at Ralof, who looked to be having a crisis. Suddenly he looked at me.

"We need to jump across, it's the only way out of here."

"Are you insane?" I rasped, calmly.

I didn't look for anything from him, it was a rhetorical question after all. I also didn't have any better ideas. So I backed up to get a running start and leapt out of the gash in the wall, smashing into the roof on the opposite building. The momentum carried and I slid on the ground and through a hole in the floor, and slammed onto the ground with a grunt. I landed on my freshly half-healed back. Why hasn't anyone untied me yet?

I pushed myself up, and I was starting to get genuinely frustrated with how today was going. Looking for literally anything to cut my bindings on, I couldn't see. Was there no sharp objects in this entire Azura-forsaken town?

Grumbling slightly, he stepped back into the chaos and saw the Imperial soldier trying to call a child to him. The boy eventually ran to the legionnaire as the beast flew overhead, before landing and scorching what appeared to be his father.

I looked down and clenched my hands, and muttered under my breath, "Ayh-al-Fifrah at-Hamisam."

I then ran forward as the dragon flew off. Hadvar spotted me and glanced around.

"Still alive, prisoner?" He drew his sword, "Keep close to me if you want to stay that way."

"Cut me out if you want me to stay that way." I responded.

The Nord glanced at me before sighing and using his sword to quickly cut my restraints. HE had honor, I'd give him that. I took off running, rubbing my raw wrists. My shirt had long since burned and I could feel Hadvar's eyes resting on my most recent burn. I heard him speak to a man named Gunnar and then start chasing after me.

A roar echoed across the skyline, as the dragon did another sweep. Moving quickly for someone who was dressed in armor and carrying a sword he slammed me into the wall. At that moment the dragon let out a blast of fire right where I would've been. I panted, and looked up as it took off again.

"Stick close to me, I said. Do you not know how to listen?" Hadvar growled.

"I know how to listen just fine."

"Then prove it." He stood up, and helped me to my feet, "Quickly, follow me!"

He then ducked through a burnt building, for which I followed. We stepped into the ruined streets, and saw a bunch of legionnaires firing arrow after arrow at the colossal creature. I heard Hadvar yell at Tullius, who yelled back at him. Hadvar nodded resolutely and then grabbed my arm dragging me towards the keep.

"It's you and me, prisoner. Stay close!"

We ran under an archway an Imperial soldier was shooting from. The dragon flew by and snatched the man up and flew off. It then circled around again as Hadvar and Ralof began arguing. I glanced up, the dragon was closer. I saw a bow with a single intact arrow about fifteen feet from me. Ignoring the bickering I dashed over to the bow, picking it up and nocking the arrow.

I was terrible at archery. I had never been interested in it growing up, more preferential to a good sword and spell. With the arrow fit to the string, I took a deep breath, aimed ahead of the dragon a little to account for movement and let it loose. The arrow whistled as it flew forward, and pierced into the dragon's side. It roared in rage, and turned its gaze towards me. It then started dipping low to get at me. I threw the bow at it as I rolled out the way and dashed for the door.

"We have time for your ceaseless squabbling later. Right now we need to leave. So, move it!" I ordered the men.

Seeing what I just did, which I didn't know how to describe at the time, the men followed me into the keep. I slammed the door right as the dragon landed. It began clawing at the door and roared. It then spoke to me, its burning red eyes glancing through the gash in the wall it had made.

"Hi fen oblaan, joor." It inhaled deeply, "Zu'u fen dahmaan hin ok rii ko ven."

It then took off towards the skies. I sat there panting, my hands on my knees. Surrounded by four Nords. This day was just getting better and better. I glanced up at each of them. Hadvar, Ralof, a female Stormcloak, and the s'wit. Each of them were looking at me expectantly.

"What?"

A/N: Well there's that. I found myself frustrated with this chapter because it is very difficult to write a scene like this for me. Because I want my characters to do something, and the point of this section is that the Dragonborn can't do anything. But there's that, Sodrius is starting to make a bit of an impact on the trajectory of the world. Not a whole lot right now, but every little bit counts. And there's also been a bit more of his background explained, don't expect a whole lot of that right off the bat. Just little bits and pieces every now and then. It will eventually come into play though. Anywhoosers, please do leave a review and I do mean it. It helps loads with stuff that I need to work on. I can't fix things if I don't know there's a problem. Additionally if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask, I will answer them in the Author's Note in the ends of each chapter, at least to the best of my ability. So again, thanks for reading and so long and goodnight!