Author's Note: So my vacation is almost over so Ithis may be my last update for a while which is okay because I wanted to do this chapter before I ha d to go back to school, and it's my favorite so far! I'll try to update A.S.A.P. I don't own Skyrim. Enjoy!
Birth of a Hero
It took some time, but I finally made it back to Whiterun. I went straight up to Dragonsreach to give Balgruuf and Farengar the Dragonestone. Farengar, for the most part, seemed impressed. "My associate will be delighted to see this. She was the one who provided me with the location." He turned to a woman in robes who I didn't notice before standing in the corner. "You went to Bleak Falls and got that?" "Yes ma'am." I answered happily. It was hard work and I nearly died several times over, not that it was any different from the past few days, and I succeeded. Life's great, no? "Nice work." She nodded, eyeing me suspiciously. Just then Irileth came up running. "Farengar, you're needed at once! A dragon's been spotted nearby!"
She turned to me. "You should come too. We need every able bodied man available!" We ran up the steps to Balgruuf's war room while Farengar asked questions about the dragon. He seemed to be more interested in the damn beast than the well being of those it was attacking. We found Balgruuf talking to a guardsmen who said he was from the western tower out in the plains. "The dragon came fast faster than anything I've ever seen in my life!" He exclaimed. "Was it attacking anyone?" Balgruuf asked. "No it was just circling the tower in the sky. When I saw it I ran as fast as I could. I thought for sure it would get me!" "Good lad, get some rest. Irileth, assemble your men to combat the dragon." "They're already waiting for my signal, my Jarl." She bowed. Balgruuf turned to me. "I need your help again. You survived Helgen so you have more experience than anyone here on dragons. Please help Irileth and her men kill the beast." I started to protest. "Sir, uh Jarl Balgruuf, just because I was lucky enough to have survived doesn't mean I'm any better at killing a dragon than your men are. How am I to fight this thing?" He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Though I have not known you long, I can tell from your journey that you have the courage to carry out such a task. I have faith in you." Great but I sure didn't.
I ran down with Irileth to the gates of Whiterun while Farengar was pleading with Balgruuf to see the dragon before we killed it. What a psychopath. The dragon was gone by the time we reached the tower, though the smoking bits of what was left of it proved it was attacked. As we got nearer a lone guard popped out screaming hysterically. "Get away! It's going to come back! It already grabbed Tokir and-!" He stopped mid sentence and looked up in horror. "Oh gods, here it comes again!" We looked up to see a fire breathing red dragon coming down at us. I lunged out of the way of its fire breath and unsheathed my sword. It landed in front of us and started swiping soldiers with its tail, and clawing others with its massive paws (or whatever you call dragon hands). We tried pushing forward, stabbing each time its scaly flesh came close, but the damage we were doing was minimal. I knew we couldn't just keep attain it head on for much longer, because at some point the dragon would use its wings as an advantage and pick us off from the skies. I then looked to the tower and back at the dragon. An idea formed.
I ran to the tower and up its steps until I reached its singed roof. I saw the dragon below me, it just needed to get a little closer… there! I jumped with my sword thrusted downward, into the dragon's neck. It lashed out in pain and tried to claw at me or shake me off. I held onto my sword lodged in its neck. Finally, the dragon collapsed. I wrenched my sword out and held it up in the air, victorious. The soldiers began cheering as I climbed off the body. Even Irileth was impressed. I grinned. I did it! I killed a dragon! And here I was doubting myself. Suddenly all their expressions turned to surprise. Oh no, I thought, is it still alive? There goes my luck. I turned around in anticipation, and was completely taken by surprise.
Wisps of energy seemed to be luring out of the dragon. They lingered in the air, gathering itself almost, before heading straight to me in a flash. My body surged with energy, as the wisps went from the dragon to me. Through the light I could see the dragon's skin decomposing with each wisp that came off it. Soon it was done, and the dragon was a skeleton. All the energy was built up inside me, and it felt like it was going to burst. Suddenly, the markings I saw on the runes came to my mind in such a force, that I felt I almost understood them. A word came to my mind, one that I never heard before or knew what it meant. All I knew was that I had to shout it out. "FOS!" I shouted, and a big wave of blue energy leaped from out of my mouth, shaking and pushing anything it touched. I stood back in amazement wondering what just happened when one of the shocked soldiers spoke. "I don't believe it… you… you're a Dragonborn!"
Author's Note: Cliffhanger! See you next time!