The sweet summer sun flows in the natural light through the open windows of the villa. A soft breeze, chill yet comfortable following in. Rohan lays on a day bed in white soft linen clothes, his chest open from the shirt. His eyes close as he was in a blissful nap. Striding over was a sensual curvaceous woman. Fair-tanned skin, platinum blonde hair silking down, bright grey eyes with soft pink lip, her clothes were...designed to cover what needed to be covered yet still show a lot. She stands over him smiling a charming smile, sitting on the bed she brushes back his hair and proceed to kiss one closed eye and then the other lastly placing a soft peck on his lips. He opens his eyes smiling, her beauty radiant in all its glory.
"Are you a goddess?" says Rohan. "Are...are you Dibella?"
Her smile grows wider, she shifts herself by putting her leg over him so that she was straddling atop him. She leans in and whispers closely in his ear "I am who ever you want me to be my love." She begins to softly kiss down his neck to his chest further opening his shirt. Rohan lets out a satisfied sigh and takes hold of her firm buttocks letting her lips touch were ever part of his body she chooses.
This is where he belonged, this is "home". A peaceful house with a beautiful companion to share it with.
She lets out a blissful moan as her lower body begins to rock in a circular rhythm. "Is this is what you want?" she says gasping.
Rohan rolled his eyes back and and smiled, "Yes"
"This is what I want too….You need to get up."
"Oh it's up, believe me."
"Get up….get up…."
"GET UP!" shouted Ralof.
Rohan's eyes finally popped open, finding an soot covered nord shaking him awake. He was laying atop a mound hay possibly from a star built house for there was burned wood along with it.
His wrists still bound and he was covered in a dirty mix of soot and blood, the blood coming from cuts on the side of his face. His body ached from when he crashed and it was then that Rohan realised he had been unconscious for a short moment.
The air was hot like fire and sky a black grey storm looming above. The roars of the winged beast still howled throughout town over taking the continuous echoing of screams of villagers fleeing. Ralof pulled Rohan to his feet.
"Come on!" he says, "The gods won't give us another chance!"
He dragged Rohan along etching him to keep up as they both made a run to standing stone-built tower. A stormcloak was standing in the threshold of the door, waving his hands for them to make their way to the tower quick.
Rohan looked to the sky and spots the drake swooping low near the front of the village at the square, the legion garrison were trying effortlessly to put up a defence but it seemed futile. The dragon gaped its maw and a flow of fire streamed out as the beast dipped low burning whatever poor soul was in it's path. He saw fly upwards banking a hard left going to their direction. "He's coming round!" Rohan said. That gave both him and Ralof a second wind of haste as they bolted to the door making in it in the knick of time for the dragon swooped down low once more taking an unlucky legion archer in its dark talons just behind them.
The door swung shut and Rohan stumbled to the floor as he broke from speed. It seemed that the surviving rebels even the Jarl, had managed to all gather here, some were on the floor bloodied and injured while those who were able stood by to do whatever aid they could for them.
"Jarl Ulfric!" Ralof called out, "What is that thing? Could the legends be true?"
Ulfric peered through the small opening of a window and sees the carnage outside, "Legends don't burn down villages."
Rohan was still short of breath. He sat on the ground, back against a wall and watches how the rebels cared for their injured comrades, some using whatever cloth or linen to staunch excessive bleeding, others using a shared bottle of water to clean open wounds. Then there was another spectacle, Rohan sat by and watched. A rebel, face swollen and blood all over looked beyond any saving and his shield-sister next to him knew this. In her hands weren't bandages or water but a small iron dagger. She had it pointing downward at his chest towards his heart. A small tear comes rolling down her cheek but the man broken face and all still managed to form a smile. "Go to Sovngarde brother." she whimpers out.
The rebel says nothing and smiles giving her the okay to go through with it. The knife struck down peircing his light armor. He let's out a short croak, blood spewing from his mouth choking. She then twists the dagger thus making him go still.
"Can I use that?" Rohan asked as the stormcloak wiped the blood from her blade with her sleeve. She looks at him and says nothing only handing the dagger to him as requested. "Gratitude." he says bowing his head.
Taking the knife in his right hand and caps at the leather binds with a quick cut, gets to his feet and hands the dagger back to her, walking off without ceremony. The tower violently rattled for dragon was still circling around outside.
"We need to move, now!" said Ulfric.
"Where?!" Rohan said.
Ralof was at the foot of the winding staircase pointing, "Up the stairs! Quickly!"
Rohan followed Ralof as before but then they were both admissible stopped when at an obstruction of collapsed roof was keeping them from furthering their path. A young rebel was already at the mass of stones moving them for an opening. "We just need to move some of these rocks…."
BOOM!
As if the wall to their right had exploded, "GET BACK!" Ralof yelled grabbing Rohan down a few stairs with him. It was just in good timing when they moved from blown wall where the dragon poked its ugly head through and breathed inferno out. The blown from the wall killed the stormcloak instant and his corpse wrenched into char from the drake's breath.
The dragon took off giving both Ralof and Rohan the chance move up again. Though path going up was still blocked a fortunate new opening came from the blown opening the dragon had left. There Rohan caught the vista of the chaos this demonic beast had wrought.
Helgen once small hamlet in the mountains now a pool of fire and death. It was still difficult to take in. Was this really happening? Is this really happening!?
"Look there." Ralof pointed downward to a barely standing house, there was a agaped caval on its roof close enough to jump through and break a fall. "Think you can make it?"
Rohan nods, "It's all we got, you?"
"I'll have stay back a bit. Help the others." says Ralof looking back down the stairs to where his comrades were. "You get a head start, I'll catch up later."
Rohan was a bit hesitant he was sure to that he could make the jump but he was not keen on leaving Ralof behind.
"GO!" Ralof shouted, "I'll be fine."
"See you soon." Rohan said
Ralof smiled, "Talos guide you." He then darts back down stairs.
Looking below, registering the steepness from the jump, Rohan took a deep breath and leapt forward keepings his legs stretched out for a direct landing.
The jump/fall was everything but graceful, aiming for the burned hole in the roof, Rohan made it in barely. He had still hit some straw from the roof and the crash was intense. But he made it and was alive, barely.
Pain shot through his legs for they had absorbed most of the impact but luckily were not fractured. Rohan agonisingly got back on his feet and he had to make it out quick for it was still a home that was in the process of burning down.
Coughing from the smoke, Rohan had managed to crawl down the first level of the home and out an opening to a wall, where there he saw an old man, wrinkled fellow covered in black ash trembling and trying to stay out of sight. Accompanying him was a legion soldier both were trying to stay from the main road for dragon was keeping its path in that compass.
Rohan recognize the soldier, the nord from before. He was standing near the road calling out to a boy who stray ahead and out in the open. The poor lad was presiding over to what looks to be his father who was too injured to move.
"Hamming!" He heard Hadvar call out to him. "You need to get off the road!"
"GET OFF THE ROAD BOY!" the old man yelled.
The boy looked on to the soldier and elder calling to him, his face matted in tears and dirt, but he looks back to his father who was holding in whatever was coming out of his stomach, blood most of it. "Pa….I can't…." the boy whimpered.
"Go….little….cub…" His father murmured, "You'll do me proud…Go."
The child slowly gets to his feet taking a step back but not truly committed to leave his father's side.
The startling inspiration the finally came for the dragon slammed into a landing not but a few feet away from him. A fear struck the boy almost immediately as he too paralyze to move quick enough for the fire come roaring from the dragon's mouth. He turns to run knowing the back of his mind that it was too late for him and his father when suddenly someone had grabbed him, sweeping him off his feet carrying him and running to where the old man and Havar were.
He didn't knew who this stranger was but he looked over his shoulder and saw the fire pour out near them burning his father instantly.
Rohan dropped the child into the old man's arms. "Thank you." Hadvar said. "Strange to see you still alive prisoner."
"I'm trying to find my way out of here." Rohan said, he was short of breath.
"Stick close and I can take you." said Hadvar, he then turned to the old man who was consoling the now crying child. "Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find Tullius and join the defence."
The old man, Gunnar nodded his head, "Gods guide you Hadvar."
The majority of Tullius's unit where at the front gates, there and few groups of volunteers were all trying whatever arsenal they could to drive the dragon back but every action seemed frivolous.
The General ordered every battlemage they had to the front, using their magic to shoot the dragon down. Fireballs were hurling at it as fireballs rained down. Every soldier they had a bow was aiming up all flying at one target but to avail. "Wings!" Tullius commanded, "Aimed for its wings!" While an defence was in place, surviving civilians were told to head to the legion garrison fort keep, for shelter though the call was out mostly everyone was for themselves.
Rohan was now following Hadvar through a now desolate part of town, nothing frames of burned homes and burnt corpses was all they saw. Curring through a narrow path between a home and wall, Rohan spotted the dragon as it stealthy flew overhead. "Quick! Get down!" Rohan grabbed Hadvar by the collar of his light armor and flew him to the wall with him. A half a second later, the dragon perched itself overhead and burned a few unlucky soldiers nearby along with a small group of civilians whom the soldiers were escorting.
Rohan closed his eyes at the horrid sight, hearing their howls of terror chilled him to the bone yet the flow of the heat from the dragon's fire breath seethed at his face.
"Gods!" Hadvar cursed as the dragon then flew off. Happy that the dragon did not spot them below. "Let's keep moving and stick close to the walls."
Tullius was cups full in task foreboding in the current situation. From coordinating the evacuations of the townsfolk to rallying defenses. But at the rate this dragon was going, it was starting to become less villagers to save and less soldiers to muster.
Casualties were mounting faster than he could count, and the general didn't need to read the report some praetor gathered on Helgen's losses, all he had to do was look at the bodies strung around him. Death and chaos, there was no sleepy hamlet before him anymore.
He stood frozen, his armor matted in blood and soot, sword still clenched tight in his hand yet he did not stir. Only keeping his eyes to the sky, following the black scaled drake as flew above clawing and burning those closest to it.
What….what is happening? Tullius's mind shuttered. You were never trained for this...you still cannot gather the intensity of this situation because you still cannot believe that is truly happening.
Screams of townspeople were hollow around him, soldiers scrambling to any vantage they could find. His senses dulled almost to a point where time was moving slow around him, the only conscious thing was his thoughts.
Is this punishment for the choice I made? Are the gods striking down at me for choosing to end this war here and not at an imperial court!? ARE THE DIVINES PUNISHING ME!?
His fear was hollow but it slowly morphed into anger and determination. NO! Dragon or not I will not falter no more dying in a futile battle, no more of men shall fall to this winged demon.
A soldier bloodied from battle but still able to move runs to the general who was still standing still with a hard scowl on his face. "General Tullius sir!" the soldier called out, snapping Tullius from his trance, "What are your orders? Must we continue with the primary attack or change strategy!?"
Tullius was silent for a moment.
"General?"
"No." Tullius finally spoke, "We cannot defeat this beast, sound the retreat."
The soldier said nothing, his face showing disbelief.
"What are you waiting for!?" Tullius snapped, "Get everyone into the keep! HELGEN IS LOST!"
"Y-yes sir!"
"Sound the horn!" Tullius, "Full retreat, everyone in the keep!"
Hadvar and Rohan finally made it from adverting through alleyways to the main front when they heard horns siren off. "What's that?" Rohan asked.
"Tullius called the retreat, it means anyone who can make to the main barracks thus need to now." said Hadvar.
Rohan snorted, "General finally got through his thick head no one can't kill the damn thing."
"I don't think he was planning on defeating it."
Suddenly their attention caught to the sky when they both spot the dragon swooping out of the dark gray clouds and flying down.
"RUN!" Rohan screamed.
"THIS WAY!" Hadvar yelled.
Rohan sprinted as fast he could while trying to keep with Hadvar's suggestion. He could the carnage happening behind him as the dragon attacked a small group of soldiers, somewhere trying to flee while others try to muster a defense both fruitless.
Hadvar could see they were getting close to the main keep's entrance when he spots someone running out of the smoke from a burned home heading in their direction.
His eyes went wide then both it and his mouth snarled into a scowl as he stopped in his tracks, his sword drawn. "RALOF!" he growled. Ralof stood but a few feet away from, panting for breath yet still an axe in his hand. Rohan caught up with Hadvar a smile a relief to find Ralof still alive and unharmed...barely.
"You damn traitor!" Hadvar continued, "Out of our way!"
"We're escaping Hadvar!" Ralof said, "You're not stopping us this time!"
A tinge of fear and concern shrouded Rohan like a blanket, he looked to sky, while those two bicker and rival, his concern was a valid fear. For in a split second Rohan spots the dragon swoop down towards him and in a slam lands right in between him, Hadvar and Ralof.
The landing knocked all three nords off their feet and once the gust of dirt cleared, Rohan was struck frozen in terror as the dragon was standing before him. The hot steam of breath flaring from its snout brushed upon Rohan's face and those terrible red glowing eyes stared directly at him as if the dragon was bearing down his soul.
It's head cocked as it eerily stared down at him. "Mah deh sos tin dov!" It growled. Rohan was paralyzed in disbelief, was this thing talking to him?
"PAH!" the dragon. "Mah deh joore! Av dilon!"
The dragon cocked its head back where a bright hot fume began to seethe in the drake's throat. It was ready to let out its fire. In a sudden burst of hot confidence and fear, Rohan quickly scrambled to his feet making a run to the nearest door.
The flames roar, chasing him in hot fury but Rohan made into the stone made keep in time, where someone was already at the door open for him and waiting to then quickly shut it in time.
A/N: I know a little long updated so I decided to do a double chapter.
Dragon translation: Mah deh sos: "I sense blood." Tin dov: Of dragon. "I sense the blood of a dragon." Mah deh joore: "I see mortal" or "I see you mortal." Av dilon: "Join dead!" or "Join the dead!"
