"What in Oblivion is that?!" the executioner exclaimed, dropping his blade near Sonmia's face.
"Is that...is that a dragon?!" Legate Rikke's eyes were full of fear and wonder.
The dragon sat upon the tower. Sonmia turned herself around and looked at him. He was massive, greater than any Nord tale could ever explain. His scales were blacker than the night, and his eyes screamed "I am your worst nightmare." He looked right at Sonmia and shouted. Sonmia blacked out for who knows how long. When she awoke, everyone was running. The dragon was terrorizing Helgen. Everything was on fire. Sonmia looked around to see where she could run to.
"Hey, woman! Get up, the gods won't give us another chance!" Sonmia looked around and realized a Stormcloak soldier was talking to her. She followed him into the nearest tower, where two other Stormcloaks were hiding, along with...Jarl Ulfric?
"Is this really happening, Jarl Ulfric? Could the legends be true?" a Stormcloak soldier asked. He was huddled in the corner, clutching his tiny steel war axe.
"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric replied. "But never mind that, we need to get out of here! Up through the tower, let's go!"
Sonmia followed Ulfric and the other Stormcloak soldiers up the stairs. Halfway up, the dragon's head burst through the wall. It looked around, then exhaled fire. Sonmia could feel the heat from 10 feet away. A nearby Stormcloak was burned alive. The dragon flew off, leaving a giant hole in the wall. The rest of the stairs were barracaded by rubble.
"Crap, there's no way up! What do we do?!" a small, meek female soldier asked, completely terrified.
"Look, see that inn down there? The roof is busted, we could probably jump through," Sonmia suggested.
"I don't like the sound of that, but there's not much else we can do." Ulfric made the first jump. Sonmia looked down to see if he was okay. There was smoke blocking her view. She gave it a moment to clear, and when it did, she saw that Ulfric had run off.
"That bastard, how could he just leave us?!" one soldier exclaimed.
"There's no time to worry about him, we have to jump!" Sonmia held her breath, closed her eyes and jumped. When she landed, an immense pain exploded in her ankle. "Shit, shit, shit," she said to herself as she tried to stand up. Another giant roar from above made her forget the pain. She needed a way out of here. She gave a good look around, and the only way out was through a giant hole in the floor. Sonmia jumped down, which only reminded her of the pain in her ankle. Whether it was broken or not, she was determined to get out of there. Sonmia made it through a hole in the wall to her right and back outside where some Imperial soldiers were hiding behind some rocks.
"Hammel, you need to get over here, now!" An Imperial soldier was yelling at a young boy who would be burned alive if he didn't move. Thankfully, the boy followed the soldier's orders. Something told Sonmia that the soldier was the boy's father. "That a boy, you're doing great. You there," the soldier turned to Sonmia, "stay close to me if you want to stay alive. Gunnar," the man turned to the other Imperial soldier, "take care of Hammel. I need to find Tullius and join the defense. Follow me, prisoner."
"Gods guide you, Hadvar," the other Imperial soldier said.
Sonmia and the Imperial soldier named Hadvar made their way through the burning town. People passed by, some on fire, some with lost limbs; some in uniform, some in prisoner's clothing. Everything was going to ruins because of this dragon that appeared out of no where. Why is this dragon here? Where in Oblivion did it come from? Shouldn't they be dead? Sonmia asked herself these questions as they kept moving forward.
"Rolaf, you traitor!" Hadvar yelled at a Stormcloak soldier.
"I'm getting out of here, Hadvar. Out of my way!"
"I hope that damn dragon kills you and all your other rebel friends! Come on, prisoner, into the keep!" Sonmia followed Hadvar into the Helgen keep. "Looks like we're the only ones that made it. Come here, let me get those binds off of you." Hadvar cut Sonmia's binds off, which she completely forgot about.
"Thanks, that feels a lot better," Sonmia said. "Where did that dragon come from?"
"Who knows. But we need to keep moving. Have a quick look around, see if there's any gear or weapons to take for yourself. I need to find something for these burns." Sonmia looked in a chest nearby, which had light Imperial armor, boots, an iron sword, and a key. Sonmia took all of it.
"Hey, don't look this way, I'm changing," Sonmia said to Hadvar. She put the armor and boots on and equipped the iron sword. She then looked back in the chest and picked up the key. "Hey, what's this key for?"
"Let me see." Hadvar took the key and scanned it over. "I think it's for that door. Here, I'll give it a try." Hadvar walked over to the door leading to the next hallway and tried to unlock it. The lock clicked, and Hadvar opened the door. "It worked. Let's keep moving. Keep your weapon drawn, we don't know who else is out there." Sonmia did as she was told and drew her weapon, and kept her guard up for whatever could be out there.
They turned right through the doorway into a hallway. There was a large, circular room just down the corridor. Sonmia could hear voices coming from the other end.
"Hey, you hear that?"
"Yeah," Hadvar crept up to the gate closing off the room, "looks like Stormcloaks. Let me do the talking. Maybe we can reason with them."
"Reason with Stormcloaks, are you serious?" Sonmia gave a tighter grip on her sword.
"Just keep your mouth shut." Sonmia did as she was told and followed Hadvar into the room, limping as fast as she could. The Stormcloak soldiers noticed them right away. They drew their weapons, completely intended on killing Hadvar and Sonmia. "Now hold on, we just want to talk-"
"Talk? Why should we talk to you? We should just cut your head off," the female Stormcloak replied.
"Look, we don't want to fight, we just-"
"Well we do." The male Stormcloak drew his battleaxe and lunged towards Hadvar.