Hello again. Here is the second chapter of Leira's new beginning in the land of skyrim. I decided to try and take this chapter from her point of view just because I would like to be able to have the audience relate to her better. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 2: Escape Helgen
L.P.O.V.

"DRAGON!"
"Run!"
"AAAAAHH!"
Screams. Yells of terror. Fear coursing through several veins. Horrifying screeches. I could hear the townspeople run for their very lives. But I was stuck. Nonmoving to the spot. The chopping block is where I laid, gazing into the eyes of the creature above me. A dragon. A being so majestic and rare they thought to be extinct. But no, this one was very real. It's sharp eyes pierced into my soul, searching, watching for signs of... Well I don't know. While everyone was running amok I was staring at the monster they all feared. If anyone had a reason to run, it was me.
The dragon rose his head and lurched it forward roaring a powerful voice so strong it started a swirling storm in the skies. It shouted again but barely any sound escaped, instead a magic aura seethed out of its mouth. It keeled me off the block. My head jerked as it connected with the ground. My mind was gnawing away at me. Vertigo began to take hold of me as all the sounds blurred.
A memory flashed quickly, almost too fast for me to comprehend.
'I was running again. The same scenery my last thoughts were of. Though this was different. Men's voices were heard behind me. Taunting me. "Come on back here little red!"
"We just wanna play with ya."
"Yeah a little game of peek-a-boo!"
The laughing of men were echoed in the background but another voice rang out above the others.
"RUN LEIRA! RUN!"
A younger lads voice. It held fear and desperation for me.'
The vision blurred as another familiar sound came to my ears. "Come on prisoner! The guards won't give us another shot!" it was the blonde Stormcloak, Ralof. How did he get rid of his bounds?
I stood up, still staggering from that blast. "This way!" Ralof yelled.
I followed him to some sort of keep. Rubble and stone were everywhere. I could feel heat plastering on my face. Turning my body around I saw the source. Fire was blasting from the sky hitting houses and people. I caught the outline of the black dragon flying through the thick clouds. I was mesmerized by it. The way it carelessly slaughtered innocent people.
My thoughts were again interrupted as I watched a fire ball heading for Ralof and I. I pushed us into the building avoiding a searing death.
The keep was in a stable condition but it wouldn't hold against a dragon. Ralof was catching his breath when we both noticed other beings in the same vicinity. "Jarl. Could the legends be true? Are dragons coming back from the dead?!" he asked desperately.
Ulfric Stormcloak stood a good six foot four and a decent ten inches above me. He didn't seemed fazed at all by the chaos outside. While i remain a shaken mess of this situation. "Legends don't burn down villages." was his stoic response.
There was a couple laying by each other in one another's arms. The woman looked severely injured and losing blood at a rapid rate. Both were crying. This scene made me wonder, would anyone cry if I died here? Would anyone grace me with a glance like Ulfric did on the wagon, to my grave? Do I even have a family that misses me or is frightened by where I'm at?
My thoughts became blank as i heard Ralof. "Quick, up the stairs! Maybe we can evade the dragon!" he shouted.
Quickly I started running. If I can pride myself in one thing that's my sprints. I'm fast. I don't know why or how i knew that.
I quickly became the second person in our small train up the stairs. The bonds made me slower which I soon thanked for. There was a man in regular clothing that must've been a citizen of Helgen in front of me. The stairs we traveled were attached to the wall with no railing. Just as we were reaching another floor the wall beside us suddenly burst open knocking the poor man off his feet into rubble. I fell into the arms of Ulfric who gripped me firmly making sure I didn't make a move forward. Out of the gaping hole appeared the snout of the dragon. It's snarls sent shivers down my spine. It opened it's jaws and released an unrelenting barrage of fire. The man who fell into the debris was soon engulfed in flames. I don't believe he even had time to scream in pain. The bright fire was so intense i could feel sweat start to bead down my body. The dragon must have flew away because the keep shook and I watched it's shadow disappear.
I retched myself out of Ulfric's grip and up the stairs to peer outside the hole. There was a house below with it's roof missing. I could jump it. But there was flames tickling at the edges taunting me. I could hear voices behind me but I ignored them. If I was to escape I had to take my chances. So I jumped.
I landed on my feet and tried to roll but it made my body go into some flames. My skin was slightly seared with pain shooting up my body and blood seeped out of the side of my arm. I forced myself up, can't stay in one place for too long.
No one followed my actions from the keep.
I went down another hole through the floor to reach ground level. Outside was bad. Houses were either demolished or lit aflame. Shouts and cries could still be heard along with roars of the dragon. I had tread through a house that had crumbled due to a mix of fire or the dragon's weight. There were two corpses. Both were singed beyond recognition. I couldn't tell what gender either were.
Finally reaching the outside of the development I witnessed Imperial soldiers shooting at the dragon. Which was right in front of us!
They were attempting to make the house in front of them cover. Around the building I recognized the list man running holding a child's hand. He made it to safety,...sort of. We were just lucky the dragon took off. The list man had seen me and made me known to the others. "Still alive prisoner?" he spoke with a little excitement in his voice. Almost as if the adrenaline was pushing him to show no fear. But the terror still showed on his face. Such is the way of the soldier.
"If you want to keep it that way follow me!" he rose from his spot shielding the child and made his way around the burning house. I followed him. A few other soldiers also took part in advancing with us. Strength in numbers I guess.
We began to creep in between two buildings when I was toppled down. Looking up I saw what attacked me, the giant wing of the rampaging dragon. It's head was facing to the east of me and began roaring and breathing fire. It again took off leaving me alive.
The list man ran to me and lifted me up from the ground. He tugged me forward to keep following.
We passed multiple houses and other buildings that seemed to be praying to not be attacked.
We reached a clearing where we also ran into Ralof. He held a sword in his hands. The list man immediately gripped his tighter. Both men began bickering at each other. Eventually they both left each other and headed into opposite directions. The list man went to the opening to what looked like a cellar. Ralof went into a debris covered opening of similar appearance. I didn't know which to follow. But I had to make a choice quick or that dragon might not think twice again about eating me. Ralof already went inside his opening and the list man waited outside...for me? He cared enough to wait for me and risk his safety?
My mind was set I ran to the list man.