Chapter 5
I'm back! Sorry I haven't put up a new chapter in forever. It just someone, who's name shall not be said, kept the copy of Skyrim I lent them and didn't give it back. I just received it about a week ago. Kind of hard to create with no inspiration. But on with the story!
We arrived at the trading post just as it opened and headed inside. "Hey! We got your claw-thing back! Give us money now." I said.
The store owner looked at us before giving us about 200 gold each. I smiled before turning to leave, only for the owner's sister to leap onto my shoulders and whisper in my ear, "thank you, make sure you come back any time." Before smiling and letting me go. Camilla had to drag me out of the shop.
Eventually, with the tablet in hand, we made it back to Whiterun. "Thank you for bringing this to me." The wizard guy said. (I can't remember all their names!) and gave us our reward. Before we could do anything else, though the Irileth came and told us a dragon was spotted. Camilla and I looked at each other before nodding and following her up. We heard the account of a soldier and then the Jarl asked us to go and fight the dragon. He also let us go and buy land in the city and gave us iron boots that resist fire. After that we headed out.
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When we arrived at the watch tower it was in ruins. Fire lay in patches with crumbled rock laying around. We spread out to look for the dragon. We went into the actual tower where we found a guard. "No, it's still here. It just grabbed some other guard when they tried to make a run for it." It was the. That everyone heard a huge whoosh and a loud roar. Camilla went out and shot fire at it, trying to tackle it from the ground. But I went up the stairs, and pulled out my bow that I had found off one of those zombie things back in bleak falls barrow.
"Well, here goes nothing." And I pulled an iron arrow back and shot at the dragon. I heard a small *thunk* and knew that it hit. "Wow, thank god I took archery back home." I said. But before I could go and launch another one I saw the dragon swooping down at me. I yelped and ran back into the tower and crouched while a wave of fire washed over me. This was repeated until he eventually landed. I ran down the stairs, seeing dead men and fire everywhere I looked. Eventually I saw Camilla standing before him and knew that she probably wouldn't survive. I charged ahead and slashed at the dragon, getting its attention. I sliced at its head before jumping and bringing the ax down, killing the beast in one fell swoop.
Before it died, I heard a voice scream "Dovahkiin, no!" And the body burnt away. Leaving only bones.
A guard went up to me and said "you must be a dragon born. One of the few who can kill a dragon and take it's power. That's what just happened there, right." I just scratched my head, not sure of where this should go. "Well than, try to shout. That should show if you are a Dragonborn." So I closed my eyes, and this word came to me. Fus. So I shouted it. And a force flew from my mouth, knocking down anything in its way. "Then it's true," the guard finished, "you really are a Dragonborn."
Not sure what to do after, Camilla and I headed back to Whiterun. On our way to the Jarl there was a loud noise that could be heard for miles. It seemed to be coming from the mountain. When we finally got to the hall it was obvious that the Jarl was already in a conversation. It seemed to be about the noise we heard earlier. "What happened at the watchtower?" He asked when he noticed us.
"The watch tower was destroyed, but we killed the dragon. Oh! And I might be something called a 'Dragonborn'". I finish
"How do you know about the Dragonborn?" He responded. Then I told him of what happened at the watch tower with the soul and the shouting. "So it's true, the grey beards really were summoning you!" He said in amazement.
"Who are the grey beards?" I ask. He just looks shocked.
"The grey beards are masters of the voice. They live on top of the thought of the world. The Dragonborn is unique in the ways of the voice. You have the ability to focus your vital essence into a shout, or thum."
I stood there in shock as they continued to talk about me. I was a Dragonborn! But how? I was born on earth! How was that possible? They got my attention again when the Jarl addressed me. "You've done a great service to me and my city. By my right as Jarl, I name you Thane of Whiterun. I give you Lydia as your personal housecarl. I'll also notify the guards of your new title, wouldn't want you to get mixed up with all the riff-raff now would we? We are honored to have you as our thane."
And that's a wrap! Again, sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I'll try not to be as late between new chapters as that.
Arrivederci.
