Here's a look at the day Helgen fell by Alduin from Vilkas's POV. I hope you enjoy ;)

Chapter 2: The Last Dull Day

It was meant to be a simple rescue mission. Vilkas had done missions like these many times. Usually, he would push these types of tasks onto the new-bloods, but everyone else was busy. It suited him just fine though. He needed to get out, clear his head. Refraining from transformations had taken a toll on him. The beast begged to be released. Even when he didn't transform though, he still had a keen sense of smell, hearing, and eyesight.

Treva's Watch was in the Rift. Horses weren't an option since most horses didn't take kindly to a wolf on their backs. Carriages were usually a good second option, but the carriage to Riften would have taken him out of the way of the fort. So, he was walking. It took a few days, but he finally saw the fort. Outside, there were a few Nords camped around a fire. They looked worn, tired, like they had lost everything.

One of the Nords noticed Vilkas approaching. He asked, "Are you here to help?"

Vilkas thought it over before answering. A little more coin for the journey wouldn't hurt, especially if what they need is close by. He asked, "What do you need?"

The man seemed relieved. "Finally, reinforcements have arrived. I was expecting more though. You'd better be good," he said.

Vilkas's patience was waning. "I think you were expecting someone else. I'm from the Companions and I've been sent to rescue someone from the fort."

"Hail, Companion. I don't want to stand in your way, but perhaps we can help each other?"

"I'm listening."

"Good. The place is crawling with bandits. We lost some good men trying to take it earlier. I suspect Brurid planned this, there's been bad blood between us since the king's death. But to invade my home, kidnap my family."

It seemed there was more at stake than a girl from Falkreath. It was Vilkas's duty as a Companion to help and see this through with honor. "You spoke of a mutual agreement; do you have a plan?"

"The front gate it locked, so you'll need to use the mine entrance behind us. Open the front gate and we'll try to give you some support."

Vilkas nodded. "I'll do it."

"I wish we could offer more help, but our last attack went sour and we're all that's left. Good luck."

With another acknowledging nod, Vilkas ventured into the cave entrance. Bandits were typically easy to defeat. These ones proved to be no different. With his sword, shield, and battle prowess, he made quick work of them. He found Narri, but she seemed to be the only live civilian in the place. It was only after all the bandits were dead that Vilkas found the switch that let the Nord and his guards in.

"The fort is yours," said Vilkas.

"Thank you for your help. Did you see my family inside?" the man asked.

"No, I'm sorry." It was only through his keen instincts that he was able to tell the dead inside weren't part of the man's family.

"Hopefully they made it to safety before the attack. I'll begin the search after a quick restock. Anyway, here is your reward. Thanks again." The man handed Vilkas a spell book. Vilkas had no use for magic, but he knew he could sell the book for some coin, so he thanked the man and began the walk back to Falkreath.

Narri thanked Vilkas for rescuing her and had even tried flirting with him. He gave her what he hoped was a kind but firm 'no'. They didn't speak much for the rest of the trip other than for Vilkas to ask where she would like to be dropped off. She told him she worked at the tavern in Falkreath, Dead Man's Drink.

"I'm sure a handsome man like you could get a fine room there or a flagon of mead, free of charge," Narri tempted.

"No, thank you. We'll stop in Ivarstead for the night, then continue on to Falkreath. I'll sell the spell book and collect the coin promised to the Companions. Then, I'll be on my way back to Jorrvaskr," said Vilkas.

"I wish I could be an adventurer like you, but I can't leave Valga on her own."

Vilkas nodded out of politeness. He wished he could walk straight to Falkreath, but it was getting dark. He might be able to stay up nights without sleep, but not many could. Vilkas only slept when he had to, preferring to be awake instead of the dreams he had.

When they arrived in Ivarstead, Vilkas bought Narri a room while he sat in a chair by the fire. He had enough supplies to get them to Falkreath and wanted little for himself. He didn't think he would, but he wound up drifting to sleep.

A black dragon appeared. It opened its mouth and spit fire. With a shout, clouds overtook the sky and fire rained down. Another shout, and more dragons appeared. They covered the sky. Cities burned to the ground. Then, a flash of light and the dragons disappeared.

Vilkas woke with a gasp. He hadn't slept long, but it seemed long enough. He waited until Narri was ready to go. He didn't waste time in getting them back on the road. It was early morning, but cloudy. It may rain, Vilkas thought.

They were approaching Helgen now. It wouldn't be long before they were back in Falkreath. Vilkas felt a chill go down his spine when he heard a roar echo across the sky. Something big was coming and it was close. "Get down," Vilkas ordered. They hid in some bushes and that's when he saw it: a black dragon. It soon began attacking the city.

"Shor's bones! What do we do?" asked Narri.

"We'll have to go around the city. The place is likely to crumble soon. Quickly," said Vilkas. They kept near the wall until they couldn't anymore due to the fire.

"Is that really a dragon? Could the legends be true?" asked Narri.

"Looks to be," Vilkas replied. They didn't waste time, actually running some of the way before they had Helgen behind them and the dragon was no longer in earshot. Vilkas still walked quickly. His wolf didn't like it. Unnerving, for an animal to be faced with an alpha. If it had been another day or a different circumstance, Vilkas may have tried to do something about it. His priority was on getting Narri back to Falkreath safely, however.

The rest of the trip was, thankfully, uneventful. Vilkas was able to return Narri to Dead Man's Drink and grab the gold promised. He paid a few coins for some extra food for the road, sold the spell book at the general store, and began the trek back to Whiterun. Admittedly, his eyes often looked to the skies, expecting his view to be eclipsed with that big black creature.

For whatever reason, he never saw it again. He did get attacked by some wolves on the way back, but it was no hard task. Wolves don't come out in the daytime. Something is wrong. Perhaps the appearance of that dragon had set nature off-balance. He tried to ignore the topic, half scared of the implications.

He was finally able to breathe easy again when he put Whiterun's doors behind him. He doubted Whiterun was any better defended than Helgen, but at least Dragonsreach could hold a dragon, if it came to that. Right, and how would a dragon be captured anymore? The adventurous warrior in him wanted to track the beast down and kill it. Then, there was his practical, cautious side that told him he needed more information. Entering a battle without knowing something of your opponent invited death.

When Vilkas entered Jorrvaskr, his fellow Companions were seated at the table around the fire. Kodlak looked at him knowingly. "What is it, Vilkas?" he asked.

"I saw a dragon attacking Helgen," Vilkas replied.

A few of them laughed, but Kodlak didn't. "What of Helgen now?" asked Kodlak.

"I doubt the dragon left anything. The very walls were on fire."

"Aw, what a shame. They had good mead," said Torvar.

"How did the rescue mission go? Were you able to return Narri to Falkreath?" asked Aela.

"Yes, the rescue mission went well. Excepting the dragon, everything else was normal," said Vilkas.

"So, she flirted with you?" Aela teased.

Vilkas scoffed. Before a fight broke out, Kodlak spoke, "We should inform the Jarl of the dragon. While Helgen was attacked, I still have faith in our walls. Riverwood, however, is in the most danger. Vilkas, go speak with him, tell him he needs to send guards there. A few trained men guarding the town might make the difference if the dragon decides to go there."

"Aye," Vilkas replied. It had been some time since Vilkas had been the errand boy, but he felt he could make an exception in this case. The Jarl was receptive and guards were sent to Riverwood. With that done, Vilkas returned to Jorrvaskr.

That night, after supper, Vilkas went to his room. As he was putting his shield and sword away, he noticed the blade was getting dull. I'll have Eorlund sharpen it tomorrow. His body was weary, but he knew he couldn't sleep. He would just have more nightmares. He heard his brother snoring across the hall. Vilkas scoffed. He didn't know how his brother was faring so well with ignoring the call of the blood. Kodlak, he understood, because Kodlak had a strong will. Somehow, Vilkas thought, will wasn't a factor with his brother. He doesn't think much of it. If only I could do the same. So, sleep evading him, he re-read one of his books until morning came.

I actually don't remember if Vilkas and Farkas have their rooms across from each other or not. I think they do though. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. It's easily remedied. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We'll be checking in on Rayna next week, so please keep reading and reviewing till then, thanks :)