Reamra couldn't believe that she was being hauled off for a crime, she never committed. These stupid Stormcloaks were getting everyone in trouble.

The nord next to her had begun a conversation with her and the horse thief. Reamra had deemed him a decent man and was polite, but the thief disgusted her to her core. All he does is whine and complain about how he didn't deserve to die.

The wagon slowed to a stop next to a Headsman's block.

"When your name is called step to the block." A Nord in Imperil armor said.

"The Empire loves their damn lists." Rolof said disgusted.

Reamra couldn't help to smile at his jeer.

"Jarl Ulfric of Windhelm."

Reamra watched, with great interest, as the Jarl walked towards the block with his head held high and a fierce determination in his grey eyes.

"It's been an honour, Jarl Ulfric." Rolof said, bowing his head as a salute.

"Rolof of Riverwood." Rolof stepped off and stare at the caller for no more than a second before joining his brothers and sisters

"Lokir of Rorikstead!"

The poor bastard tried to run for it, "You'll never catch me!"

The Imperial Captain called orders, "Archers!" she yelled. Three bow sand their deadly song as Lokir toppled face-first, blood gushing from his back

"Idiot." She thought, blowing a stray brown hair out of her eyes. Reamra speculated on the idea of blasting her way out but decided against it when she saw the exits were guarded by….no one? Reamra looked at each of the exits and noted the lack of anything. She responded to the Imperial's orders with a vague disinterest as she seriously began considering fighting her way out. Her bonds wouldn't last a second against her fire and she still had her dwarven dagger tucked in her bodice.

The sickening sound of flesh separating under metal tore her focus back to the grim reality. Reamra looked at the headless corpse and sent a prayer to Arkay to guide his soul to Sovngarde.

"As fearless in life as he was in death." She heard Rolof mutter.

Fear surged through her veins, right next to anger as the called her forward and placed her on the block; the blood of the last victim, soaked through her dress. All she could was watch the axe rise and rise.

When the axe reached its peak; a massive black form descended from the heavens on to the tower behind the Headsman, unleashing a most, terrible sound that turned the sky red. Both Stormcloaks and Imperials alike scattered as meteors smashed into the ground and leveling the surrounding structures.

Reamra stare at the massive lizard's red eyes; paralyzed by fear. The beast's head swung to face her and she could've sworn the beast was smiling at her.

"Come on! The Gods won't give us a second chance!" Rolof's voice cut through her thoughts. Forcing her legs to cooperate; Reamra managed to stumble in to the tower before a meteor crashed were she had been not a second before.

Kirmir's plan had gone perfectly until the dragon showed up.

/"Did not see that coming"/ Boethiah said in surprise.

'Course not. Why would she? Kirmir watched as the female take refuge in the tower, opposite of his position, with a breath of relief before turning his attention to the dragon. Kirmir recognized the lizard at once.

"Faan Al" Kirmir gasped, his Voice shaking the earth. (The Destroyer)

"Geh Fahdon." Alduin responded looking straight at him. (Yes friend)

Tightening his grip on Blade, Kirmir snarled at the goliath, "Nid Dinok Morokei Dov!" (No death [here] glorious dragon)

"Sahlo Vul Gein" the dragon chuckled. (weak dark one)

This time it was Kirmir's turn to chuckle, "Daar Vul Gein Evanaar Faal Alduin." (This dark one [will] extinguish the world eater)

"There!" three men in red armor burst from the barracks, swords drawn.

"Have fun Vul Gein." Alduin said before taking flight to begin terrorizing the townspeople.

"Mey Joor." Kirmir sighed as the humans slowly approached him. (Foolish Mortals)

With a roar, Kirmir suddenly sprang across the twenty yard gap, plunging his sword into the first man's heart. With his forward momentum, Kirmir spun; dragging Blade with him and Blade sung her song once again, with a sick pleasure. Alduin's roar grew distant; Kirmir looked to the north-west and saw the beast fly off into the distance.

"Fuck!" He snarled as he shot towards the keep, leaving the dead soldiers to leave this world in their blood.

Kicking the doors of the keep open with such force; the door flew off the hinges. Greeted by silence and the smell of blood, Kirmir's blood still boiled from the souls he had devoured on his way here. Blade had fallen silent as he made his way down the keep, noting the bodies that had an ice spike, tinged red from the blood, stuck deep in their chests.

Cursing in the language of the Deadra, Kirmir began to sprint once he saw the dead spiders strewn about before an opening to the wilds. Kirmir burst through the opening with a roar that would rival a dragon. Running down the road at full speed, his roar was answered by the howls of wolves. Two, by the sound of it. Kirmir veered to the right off the road and into the trees.

/"The webs of Fate sing interesting fates of the road you travel down, nephew."/ Mephala whispered in his mind.

Two humans and three wolves appeared as Kirmir dodged through the wilderness. Kirmir saw the male Stormcloak fall to the ground under the assault of two wolves and the female limp as she tried to fend of the third wolf. A plan began to form as he neared. A plan so mad, even Sheogorath would be proud of him.

Skidding to a halt, Kirmir twirled Blade until he held her like a spear. Several possible scenarios played out in his mind.

"Aw…screw it." Kirmir growled as he threw Blade.

Reamra felt like shit, but the flying sword had scared her shitless. She is not ashamed to admit she screamed.

The flying blade pierced her wolf through the throat and into the ground. Two more flashed were followed by yelps of pain.

"Shor's bones!" Reamra heard Rolof curse.

"Damn, I can't believe I actually managed to do that." A deep masculine voice said. Reamra turned and saw a tall nord step out of the trees. Reamra's breathe caught as she looked at this gorgeous Nordic specimen. Well over six feet tall, his shoulders were not broad nor were they slender. Dressed in black leather, that outlined his well-muscled chest and abdomen, and his face? Oh his face! Mara must've come down from the heavens and sculpted this face herself. The only thing wrong with this gift from Autherius was the demonic red eyes that looked down upon her with almost giddy light. Strapped across his chest were four elven daggers. Reamra noticed more daggers sheathed to his hips and to his outer thigh

"Did you see that?!" his voice vibrated through the air, as is it was charged with power.

Reamra glanced over to the wolves and noticed two elven daggers buried to the hilt in the base of the two wolves skulls.

"Who the hell are you?" Rolof asked massaging his shoulder.

"Kirmir Dagon." The stranger said as he walked over and pulled his daggers out of the wolves and with a flick, got rid of the blood. Sheathing the blades in the top two chest places, this Kirmir, again walked to the extremely long, sword; that still had a dead wolf. With a sickly look on his face, Kirmir grabbed the hilt with one hand and placed his leather boot on the wolf's limp head. Kicking and pulling at the same time, the sword was free. Swinging it over his shoulder, the sword magically stayed there when his let go. He turned to look at Rolof. Walking up to him with his hand out in front of him Kirmir said.

"Kirmir Dagon, traveling Deadra hunter. How can I be of service?"

Hiya guys. I apologize for not including Reamra's little walk out of Helgan but I really wanted to include Kirmir's chat with Alduin. Please post reviews, anything is welcome and have a Alun Brit Evgir.