Helgen Dragon: The large beast that saved my life and then immediately tried to end it. Though my memory of its attack is burned into my mind, I had only caught a glimpses of it. It was the size of an entire home with pitch black scales and horns protruding from its head, but what truly disturbed me was that it seemed to speak as it lay siege to Helgen. It wasn't just a ferocious beast, but it was likely intelligent and had purposefully decided to attack the people of the village. I had thought dragons extinct, perhaps even pure fantasy, but proof of their existence lays on the smoldering remains of Helgen. It's breath spat hot frames and it's screeching deafened all around, I must warn the Jarl of Whiterun. But how one would protect against such a force of nature, is beyond me.
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I am Dragonborn, what that means I'm not quite sure, but after killing the dragon at the Whiterun watchtower, I feel some sort of innate understanding of dragons. Not to mean that I actually do understand them, it's something more subconscious. Whatever I absorbed from Mirmulnir granted me some kind of knowledge. It's just knowledge I can't understand yet. One thing that is screaming at me in my head is that the Dragon at Helgen is different from the rest, something about him is much more terrifying. I did not believe in fate, not truly anyway, but that Dragon freeing me in Helgen was no coincidence. My mind is certain that if that Dragon had known what I was, he wouldn't have allowed me to survive. Gods it's like I'm trying to make myself not sleep. If Vlaric and Irma can see me now, please give me strength.