Hello! This chapter should be nice and long, as it interchanges between my current two POV characters. Hopefully you'll like the way it's set out. Enjoy!
Jytte POV
She stared at the Altmer from across the keep's courtyard. Her hand rested on the hilt of her dagger, stuck into her belt. She wondered what he was thinking. She nudged her brother next to her and whispered.
"What's his name, Had?"
"Who?" he responded quietly.
"The Altmer, the one with the rings in his beard."
"Oh. Says his name's Mzar. Odd fella, from what I've gathered."
"Whaddya mean odd?" She enquired.
"Well y'know how the high elves always seem very...superior? Well we offered to have this one's remains taken back to Summerset Isle for a proper burial, and he just asked to be dumped into the nearest Dwemer ruin. Weird dont'cha think?
"Well the rings in his beard are Dwemer metal. Perhaps he's some sort of historian?
"How would you know if they were Dwemer metal or not? They look like gold to me." Hadvar said.
"As a thief you learn to spot the difference to between fake and real gold. They aren't gold." She responded.
"Whatever..." Hadvar grumbled. He didn't like being reminded of his sister's preferred pastime.
From somewhere up in the mountains there was a deep rumbling noise. Like some sort of trumpeting noise.
"What the heck was that?" Hadvar asked aloud.
The General turned around, gazing up at the mountains. His eyes narrowed as he turned back to face Ulfric Stormcloak. "Nothing." He spoke over his shoulder. "Carry on."
The General motioned for The Captain to start with the execution. "Give them their last rites." She ordered to The Priestess of Arkay standing next to her. As the priestess began to speak, a Stormcloak barged forward. "Spare me" He said.
The captain pushed him down onto the block. As The Headsman's axe took of his head, the roar could be heard again. "Avalanche?" She murmured to Hadvar. He didn't look very sure.
The Altmer was called forward. He moved to the chopping block with a sigh. He didn't seem very bothered by all of what was happening.
Mzar POV
His mind was elsewhere as events transpired around him. He was more bothered by the dragon-shaped seal than losing his head. He couldn't die without questions unanswered.
He heard his name called and mindlessly strode towards the chopping block. He sighed as he let his head rest on the rough wood. He heard the shifting of The Headsman's robes and prepared for the blow. His anticipation grew but the blow never came. Instead he heard a shout from one of the Imperials.
And then his world erupted in flame.
Jytte POV
As the headsman raised his axe, the noise resounded again. It was much closer. suddenly she heard shouts of "Dragon!" and "Divines save us!"
The Headsman's axe never came down. The tower behind her shook and all were thrown forward by the force. She flipped around and spun out her dagger gracefully, and her eyes widened at what she saw.
A Dragon that looked to be carved from pure ebony gazed down at them, its eyes as red as blood. It opened its mouth and spoke in a grand, booming voice of another language. As the last syllable escaped from it's mouth, the sky hazed crimson and boulders the size of horses began to fall.
She sprang forth and sprinted up the road from whence they came. The dragon had taken off and the tower that it had been perched on had began to lean precariously.
She sprinted with all of her speed up the road. As she ran past she could hear the tower crumble behind her. She was safe.
And completely separated from the rest of the group. Which meant no more following orders.
Mzar POV
He fell to the floor, vision blurring, and saw a shape dart past him behind the tower as it crumbled. He heard a roar, close enough now that he recognised it: He had heard it when the Elder Scroll had teleported him!
He sprang up and saw an obsidian-like tail snake behind a tower. It was all he needed to confirm that it was the black dragon.
He sprang up and sprinted for the tower, barging through the doors and up the stairs. Hopefully at the top there would be some other way down.
He ran up the stairs and heard started climbing a pile of rubble at the top. He squeezed himself through as the wall exploded behind him, and the dragons flame filled the room.
He continues to ascend the tower and emerged on the top. Nearby was a small table and under it a guard had left his dagger.
He threw himself under the table and managed to grab the dagger. He managed to position it so that he could cut through the leather binding his hands. He cut through and shook his hands of the shredded bindings. He snatched up the dagger and a nearby pair of boots, ramming his feet into them.
He risked a glance back over his shoulder. He saw the tower that had fallen, the one that someone darted under. On the other side of the rock barricade a woman in Imperial armour was sprinting up the road, in the opposite direction to where everyone else was going. Smart.
He glanced over the edge of the tower. and saw a thirty foot drop onto a straw roof. Thankfully it was not burning. He realised that one side of the straw roof peaked out over the village walls. If he slid down it...
He realised that it was his best option and took the jump.
He dropped through the air and hit the thatch at an angle, sliding down it on his side. As he neared the drop over the wall, he turned to his front and took a fistful of the straw.
He halted at the edge of the roof, clinging on to the straw. All of his body apart from his hands was dangling off the roof.
He had been right. This house was not a residential one and it's back wall was actually a part of the perimeter wall of the town. He looked down and saw a ten foot drop into some shrubs. At the bottom of the wall there was a hole blown through.
He released his grip and dropped into the bushes. He emerged from them and peered through the hole in the wall.
He saw a bar, now slightly ruined by the wall falling away from it, and two large mead kegs. The building was a tavern.
He jumped inside and found it desolated. He crept down to the basement and found it empty too. All that was inside were a few tables, a bookshelf, a wardrobe and an alchemy lab.
He sprinted in and snatched up a knapsack lying on the floor. He stuffed into it some proper clothes, a change of boots, and a bulging coin purse that had been under the bar, He also found a sack full of flour.
He emptied it and threw in all the food he could fit, then under the blade of his dagger he crushed some ice wraith teeth that he found by the alchemy lab and threw the fragments in as well. It would do to keep the food fresh for a while.
He put the sack of food in the knapsack and ascended the stairs, changed and with a knapsack with a change of clothes, food and around a hundred gold.
He hopped out of the hole in the wall and drew his dagger cutting at the undergrowth as he fled from the scene of carnage. He glanced up through the branches and saw the dragon fly north.
Jytte POV
She glanced the High Elf atop the roof of a tower on the other side of the wall of rubble. after that she had turned and started jogging backwards out of the town, up into the Pale Pass, the crevasse in between the Throat of the World to the north and the Jerall Mountains to the south.
She was heading east through the pass, with the Throat of the World on her left. She knew where she was headed. Once she emerged from the pass, it would be a few hours of walking south-southeast to Riften. She was going back home.
A/N: Hoped you enjoyed that! I didn't want it to end with the Dovahkiin and Hadvar escaping the usual route, so I mixed it up.
Mzar dropped off the north wall by jumping onto and sliding down the roof of Vilod's house, which he can be seen standing on the porch of during the execution. The Inn is what you jump into, and that is on the opposite side of the tower. But in this Fic I've decided that Vilod's house would be the inn and the original inn didn't really matter. Mzar is currently headed aimlessly north.
Jytte on the other hand fled up the road that comes into the east of Helgen(the same one Lokir tries to flee up) and is going through the Pale Pass (which is actually a traversable route in the game). She's headed to Riften, which is for those who didn't know the home of the Thieves Guild.
Phew, that was a long author's note! I thought I should explain because I think it may get a little disorientating at some points. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a favourite/review to tell me what you think. See ya!