A new thing that an anonymous commenter wrote about. I'll start showing who the story is following at the current moment from now on.

Draco

They got into the main hall, and saw what the soldier had been talking about. Through the windows they could see the army of draugr and dragon worshippers outside, climbing up towards them. Esbern walked up behind Draco and grimaced.

"They have ten dragons flying about as well. That's what killed the forsworn down there. Our unknowing guardians were just burnt in their beds," Esbern sighed.

"What about the traps in the cave? They can't be good enough to get through those."

"They don't need to, Huntress. The men with them, the Cultists, they are stronger and faster than any normal man. They climbed the walls to the levers that deactivate the traps. All we have left is the final door to defend ourselves."

"Esbern! The dragons on the cliff side are beginning to bring up troops! They have twenty already!"

"Send some troops out there, Delphine. And a few Blades for the dragons! You see, Dragonborn? We are in great need of more troops!"

"We'll do what we can," Draco assured him. He got everyone together and told them what their jobs were. Calder, Aela, and Draco would cover the main entrance, while Siren and Dross would be on the cliffside.

The door was almost open when the first dragon broke through the cliff wall. Draco ran up to it, slashing at its face. It roared and snapped at him, but he just bashed it on the nose. The monster roared, and began a shout.

"Yol-Toor-Shu-" Draco stabbed it in the throat before it could finish. The shout came out halfway, not reaching the door defenders. He slashed at its eye, and then stabbed at its neck again, before finishing with Frost Breath.

"Fo-Kraah-Diin!" The head of the dragon stopped mid-roar as its nerves all froze. The dragon just collapsed into a heap in the hole, its body beginning to burn.

Draco engulfed the soul, and then turned his attention back to the door. It was open, and the draugr were being barely held back by the soldiers. He jumped down and threw an ice spike, which embedded itself in a draugr's chest. He swung his sword at a deathlord, decapitating it in a swift blow. He kicked another in the knee, stabbing it through the chest, and finishing it with another swift kick to the head.

Siren

Siren was sitting in the medical wing, hands covered in blood. As much as she wanted to fight, she was one of the best alchemists and the best healers that the Temple had. She had been sitting in this room putting bandages on and pouring potions for around an hour. She wiped her brow, running to help people, and saw Vilkas.

"Vilkas! What happened!" she rushed to him, pouring a potion down his throat. He had a horrid gash in his side, and small cuts and scrapes all over.

"Death lords on the cliffside. They used their Shouts to just flatten us."

"Where's Lydia?"

"With Esbern. He's so old, and she's pregnant, we didn't let them fight. What's that sound?" a banging was heard. It sounded like the door was about to come down.

"They're getting in!" Siren pulled out her knives. Vilkas struggled to his feet, pulling out his greatsword. The other soldiers who could still fight drew their weapons as the door collapsed, showing a few draugr. Siren yelled out as the first one ran in, its battle axe raised. She sliced it up with her daggers, kicked it, and then stabbed it in the throat to finish it. Vilkas had two already fighting him, and the others were taking down the last three. Siren helped Vilkas by backstabbing one of them, and then threw one of her daggers to kill another. She ran over and pulled her dagger out, sheathing it quickly.

Esbern

Esbern was sitting in a locked room, with Lydia leaning against the wall to his left. He knew he couldn't fight very well, but waiting here was unbearable. He heard a noise, and knew that there were draugr outside. He drew a sword, and beckoned for Lydia to follow. He checked through the keyhole, and could see two of the undead creatures.

"Lydia, I need you to, when I open this door, kill the draugr on the left."

"Yes sir," she whispered to him. He quietly unlocked the door, counted to three then threw it open. He stabbed at the draugr on the right. It spun around right as he slashed, cutting through its neck and killing it. Lydia already had hers down and she looked down the hallway. They saw a figure lying in the hallway, and Esbern recognized it in an instant.

"Delphine!" He ran up to her broken form, turning her over. Lydia ran over and checked for a pulse. Esbern could see multiple big slash marks, along with some stab markings. They could see what damage she had done further along in the hallway. Maybe fifteen draugr lay dead on the ground, and those two must have been the ones to take her down. He looked to Lydia for a pulse.

"I-I can't feel any pulse," she held her hand over Delphine's mouth, "No breath either." Lydia was close to crying. Delphine had been the only other female Blade in the temple, and one of her close friends. Esbern crouched down next to her, and felt the fallen woman's neck. He felt nothing and lowered his head. Delphine had brought back the Blades, contacting the Dragonborn.

"We are not going back to that room," he picked up his sword and began to walk towards the fight, "Come, let us avenge our friend."