The days turned to weeks, and I finally began to settle in to life as a Companion. Everyone had warmed up to me considerably, except for one. Vilkas still treated me as if I was unworthy to lick the dirt from his boots. I sat at the huge table in the entrance hall, absentmindedly tearing a sweet roll into pieces.
Was it something I did? I wondered. Why do I care? If he wants to be difficult, let him. It doesn't matter. I thought angrily.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't make the man warm up to me. Anytime I tried to speak with him, he would just grunt in reply, if that. Sometimes, he wouldn't even acknowledge me. I would give up and storm off in a huff. Then proceed to light the practice dummy on fire in the practice yard. For the dummy's sake, I had to figure something out.
That's when it came to me. I would ask Vilkas to help me on my next assignment. As a matter of fact, I haven't gone on any assignments in a while. I opened the back door to Jorvaskr when I heard an inhuman screech that sent chills down my spine. As I looked over the walls of Whiterun, I was frozen in shock. A dragon was circling a watch tower and occasionally shrieking at it. I took of running towards the gates, while avoiding everyone running towards their homes.
I knew I had to help the men at the watch tower, even if I had no idea what I was doing!
I sat unmoving in my room, thinking of the new whelp. Lately, she seemed to be the only thing I could think about.
I don't even like the girl I reasoned. Why can't I think of anything besides her? She isn't extraordinary to look at, with her plain brown hair and blue eyes. Maybe if I said that over and over again, I would begin to believe it.
As I began to stand up, my door slammed open. I quickly turned around and was met with the view of my brother blocking the door. He had a look of urgency on his face, and I could tell something was wrong.
"Vilkas! Get your armor and sword, there's a flying beast at the watch tower towards the west of Whiterun! People are saying that it is a dragon, just like the one they say attacked Helgen." Farkas said in one breath. I think that was the most I had ever heard him say at one time.
"A dragon? The dragons died out long ago." I said in disbelief. I hurriedly put on my wolf armor, and grabbed my greatsword.
We left Jorvaskr, and ran to the front gates. Aela, and Skjor were waiting at the gate for us. Without saying a word, Skjor led us out of Whiterun. We looked towards the watch tower, only to be met with a pillar of smoke. With curses flying, we began to charge towards the tower.
When we got closer to the tower, I heard Aela gasp.
"Is that... No, it can't be! I think Isabelle's down there!" At that, she began to run faster.
A sick feeling rose in my chest, as I hurried towards the tower. The tower was about half a mile away, but with the beast blood, that I detested so, I could smell the smoke already and see the fire clearly. There was also the familiar scent of the newest Companion.
We had almost reached the tower when the beast flew over the mountain behind the tower. So it is true then? I thought in awe.
Before any of us could do anything, the dragon swooped at something near the side of the tower. We saw a lightning bolt hit the creature as it flew around the tower. Isabelle!
We pushed ourselves even harder until we got to the tower. We were met with an angry mage. She was holding herself awkwardly, but was still maintaining a glare that promised pain.
"Get in the tower, now!" She said loudly.
Who does she think she is, telling us what to do! I thought in anger.
Before I could open my mouth, Aela spoke in a calm voice. "We'll take this thing down together!"
I saw Isabelle smile briefly, before nodding.
This is going to be an intense battle, and it hasn't even started I thought as we got into position.
When I reached the tower, a guard told me to run and get inside, because the dragon was still here somewhere. It was a dragon that I saw? Oh crap, what have I gotten myself into? I thought.
Before I reached the door, I heard the man yell. Before I knew what was happening, I was flying through the air. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!" I screamed, before I collided with the hard ground. I rolled about twenty feet, before staggering up. My rib was throbbing and I felt as if I would vomit from the pain. Got to keep it together I thought while trying to heal it with a spell. I really wish I had learned more about Restoration magic! I thought with a curse. My rib wasn't healing properly!
I made my way to the side of the tower, and heard the dragon's roar again. At least it can't snatch me up again I thought with relief. Then it flew around the tower.
I stared at it stupidly, as it just looked at me while flapping its huge leathery wings. It opened its mouth as soon as I threw up a ward. There were flames all around me, and I could feel my magicka leaving me quickly as the dragon fried my shield. It finally quit with its flames, and turned to fly away. As it turned its back on me, I loaded all of my magicka that I had left into a thunderbolt. I prayed that I wouldn't miss, as I let it loose. Right on target I thought as I heard the dragon shriek in pain.
Before I could chase it, Aela, Skjor, Farkas, and Vilkas barreled around the tower.
Fearing for their lives, I yelled for them to go in the tower. I was already thrown by it; what if it did that to them, or worse?
Aela told me that she wasn't leaving and we would fight together. Realizing it was a lost cause to argue with the woman, I just smiled and nodded.
I was at the top of the tower, with a conjured flame atronach and Aela. Aela and I were shooting the dragon with arrows when it would fly by. Skjor, Farkas, and Vilkas would charge the creature every time it landed. We had already been going at this for more than two hours.
Farkas had been thrown like me, but he seemed okay. Skjor barely avoided the dragons flame, making Aela fire arrows even faster.
Vilkas, the most tactical of the three, would move out of the dragon's path before it could touch him.
I notched my arrow, focused and put a little bit more energy into the conjured arrow. I let it loose, and watched it hit its mark with a sense of satisfaction.
The dragon slammed into the ground, ripping the earth up with its sharp scales. That was our cue to join the men. As we ran towards the dragon, I could see it standing up. I readied my lightning spells and began to shoot them fast as I could.
I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to the dragon until it was too late. The dragon's mighty jaws wrapped around my arm with a sickening snap. I screamed, and watched as Vilkas slammed a greatsword into its head. The dragon let go of me, and I immediately hit the ground. With one arm a mangled mess, I raised the other and wrapped it in fire. I stuck my hand into the dragon's eye socket and pulled. The dragons body immediately fell limp as I let loose flames into its skull.
As its body fell, I collapsed again. I heard footsteps pounding towards me, when I felt the worst sensation in my life. I heard a whooshing noise and felt something forcing its way into my body as I screamed and writhed on the ground. The pain stopped as soon as it began, and I felt as if something feral had been trapped inside of my body. The last thing I remember was worried voices yelling my name; then I blacked out.