Hadvar II

The defense of Whiterun was hopeless. It had been from the start. I am not sure which officer had decided to lie on the report, but it had gotten me thrown into the jail beneath Dragonsreach.

I was beginning to wonder how the battle was going when Thane Uther, Ireleth, and Jarl Balgruuf came marching into the prison.

"Get up, Legionnaire." Jarl Balgruuf commanded.

"Yes, my Jarl." I stood at attention.

"A dragon is attacking my city while the army fights outside my walls. Both sides are trying to call a ceasefire to fight the dragons, but neither sides men are stopping." Jarl Balgruuf explained.

"Sir, I don't think the men can hear you and they are not paying attention to who is waving what flag." The Thane spoke. Then I took him in for the first time. His armor was covered in blood. Not much of it looked to be his own. His sword was a mess and the man looked exhausted.

"Whatever the case may be. I am sending you two to fight the dragon. I do not know what good it will do, but Uther has knowledge on the dragons." The Jarl explained.

"But does he have experience?" I blurted out.

"No, not many really do and still breathe." The Dunmer housecarl snapped.

"Well why send me?" I asked. I had not fought dragons.

"Well I will consider it your punishment for lying to me. If you live to see the death of the dragon then I will consider you to be free of guilt. If you die, well tough luck." The Jarl opened my cell and gave me armor and a sword.

Thane Uther wasted no time in us leaving the city, but we did not go riding up through the middle of the battle.

There was a hidden exit in the throne room we took and came out from under the Great Porch. We had horses waiting for us at the bottom and rode them around until we dared get no closer on the animals.

I dismounted and gave my horse a smack on the rear to send it running the other way while the Thane just jumped off his and went running into the fray.

He wasted no time in cutting down any men who stood in his way. He slew Imperial and Stormcloak alike as he fought to get to the dragon. I noticed he avoided anyone wearing the yellow of Whiterun.

One Stormcloak charged screaming in with his greatsword held high only to look at his stomach and see a sword disappear into it. He could not see it come out from his back but he saw his own blade when Uther pulled his sword out.

An Imperial archer shot at the Thane. It pissed me off because I knew that Whiterun was serving the Empire, but the Thane was wearing armor that represented neither side and he was killing men left, right, and center. The arrow caught in the man's armor but did not seem to faze him. He snapped the arrow and turned to face the archer. The archer began to panic and drew back another arrow. Then he flinched and found an iron dagger in his shoulder. The man would live but would find it difficult to draw a bow again.

Then the dragon crashed down near us. While we had been fighting it had taken flight only to be shot down by the archers of both sides. Not that they were that talented at shooting, but they shot enough arrows at the dragon to provide shade for the men on the ground. Many fell that day due to friendly fire or as the unintentional victim of the bow shot.

The dragon rolled off its back and let its wings spread wide. A great roar burst from its mouth and let loose a jet of flames.

"Thurri du hin sille ko Sovngarde!" The dragons mouth opened as it if spoke.

Uther ignored the strange noises coming out of the foul beast mouth and dove in for a slice at its jaw. I darted in beside him and swung into the worm's neck.

"Brit grah. I had forgotten what fine sport you mortals can provide!" It did speak!

Uther ran up to the membrane around the dragon's wing and ran his sword through. It would definitely do no more flying and was now in immense pain. I did the same to its right wing and crippled the terrible creature.

"You are brave. Balaan hokoron. Your defeat brings me honor." The dragon looked to me and slammed its wing into my chest. It was still strong despite all of its pain. I was sent flying back rolling backwards until I came to a complete stop at the base of a large rock. Trembling I lifted the sword in front of me. I knew it was futile, I knew the dragon could eat me in one bite.

Then Uther was standing on the dragon's head and brought his sword swinging down low. He drove it through the dragon's skull and just like a man the dragon died in an instant. No final words.

As the dragon collapsed so too did the man who saved my life. He was unconscious. Then I heard it, a roar. A roar that was louder than the battle or the dragon had ever been. The men on both sides of the fight all cheered at one time for their savior. They had all seen the ceasefire flags or heard the horns while we fought the dragon.

Then I saw a purple flame burn from the dragon, it turned a bright orange and the scales on the dead beast began to disintegrate. It looked like burning paper, only this was a large beast who had killed many men. Then when the flames had burned all but the bones of the dragon a new flame leapt from it and consumed Uther. It was a flame of many colors, but it did not burn the Thane of Whiterun. It only went form one body to the next. Uther never woke

I had just dragged Uther into the palace when I saw the delegates from the rebels walk into Dragonsreach. A large Nord with a red beard and a bear skin on his armor, Ralof, and a younger man who looked like Ulfric all walked together to the table where we would negotiate.

"I ask you to hold, the savior of Whiterun must be placed in a bed and then be seen to by the Court Mage." The Jarl stepped to meet them.

"I don't give a damn who he is, get your ass out here and speak with us." Bear guy growled.

"Galmar, you asked for a parley the same as we did." Legate Quentin Cipius stated.

"I expected you to honor that. Or do you only honor agreements your Elven masters allow you to?" The bear guy, apparently Ulfric's right hand man Galmar Stone-Fist, sneered.

And the world shook from ancient frozen Atmora to the shores of Alinor as a new Dragonborn was called by the Graybeards. Every Nord in Tamriel regardless of allegiance knew the stories. A new age was upon us.