Chapter 14

Day 40

"Look out!" Flames coated the road as the group dove out of the way. Kharjo, the heavily armored Khajiit, had been a little too slow. He rolled over next to me and panicked a little as his tail had caught flame. I rushed closer to him and pat his tail down with my robe and hands. The flames burnt my hands slightly but I forced myself to ignore then pain and focus on the large creature that was circling over head.

"They had never hunted on the roads before!" Kharjo cried as we moved farther away from the road. We ducked in a group of trees and watch as the carts burned. "They will be okay." Kharjo said, probably more to himself than me. "We need to be moving. Else we will end up the beasts' lunch." Kharjo winced then turned to make his way along the tree line. I followed after him and kept my eyes on the sky. The dragon continuously circled the area we had been in, crying out in a terrifying roar.

We followed the tree line while cautiously watching the dragon and looking out for the others. I watched as the dragon renewed the line of fire along the road each time it began to die out. The cloth of the robes I wore felt uncomfortable as they clung to me. Sweat began to pour off my face as the flames continued to lower and rise.

"We need to get across somehow." I heard Kharjo say as he stopped to catch his breath. Smoke was spreading around us as the trees had now caught fire. I looked up at the dragon that circled us and I could judge from its size that it must be an old one. Maybe it was an ancient dragon like in the game? Those mainly showed up when the dragonborn was a higher level to fight them. But then again, this wasn't the game. It was as I was looking at the dragon that a loud sound could be heard. A burst of energy, what looked like a large blue stream burst into the dragon. With a shriek the creature fell to the ground, tossing and turning within it's own flame.

Kharjo and I stayed rooted to the spot as we watched the dragon inhale and suck all the fire on the ground into it and get back to it's feet. Its scales were emanating a faint blue that beat in tune to my heartbeat. It let out an enraged roar before speaking in a tongue I couldn't understand. I assumed it was the language of the dragons but unlike in the game, the tone in which the dragon's voice had made it almost impossible for me to understand it. As it was speaking it let out a cry of pain, three arrows had hit its muzzle and left eye.

I looked around to see who must have shot the arrows, had one of the caravan members got hold of a bow? Where they okay?! While I had been looking around I didn't notice the figure that appeared atop the dragon's back until they had delivered a blow to the dragon. From where I was I could see that the figure was slim, hooded and armored in what looked like dragon scale from the game. I had a hunch on who the person was but my suspicions where confirmed when the dragon bellowed a very audible "Dovahkiin!"

The figure continued to slash away at the back of the creature with their two menacing swords then proceeded up it's back and to its neck. The dragonborn delivered the final blow with a downward stab into the area where the dragon's head meets the neck. With one final cry the dragon fell to the ground, dead.

The dragonborn dropped to the ground, placed their hand on the dragon's head and bowed their own. It was something I hadn't ever seen in the games but it was surprising to see. The dragonborn seemed to have a love for the dragons and I wondered weather or not they wanted to kill the dragon. The air suddenly changed around us. The dragon's body began to burn away as the air was sucked into it. As the body finished burning away the air was suddenly dispersed and guided to the dragon born. A flurry of colors coated the dragonborn's body as the soul of the dragon was absorbed into them.

The dragonborn raised their head and looked around, with a nod they sheathed their swords then held up a stone. It looked almost like a soulstone but it was hard to tell from the distance Dharjo and I stood away from them. The dragonborn crushed the stone and was covered in black mist before disappearing completely. I had never seen anything like that in the game! Where had they gone? Why did they leave suddenly? Luckily for me though I had glimpsed something about the dragonborn that gave away their race. I had seen a fuzzy tail protruding from the backside of the armored person. While I wasn't able to discern the sex of the dragonborn I was able to tell that they where a Khajiit.

"So she's alive after all." I heard Kharjo whisper next to me before a smile formed on his furry face.

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