EpicVakarian
Calibration-Master General
I trudged along the route to Windhelm, hiding my face. Not one person could recognise us on the way, or we would not be able to help.
We had received word of the dragon mere minutes before; but before we could set off, another one had come in. There was one in Winterhold, one in Windhelm. The four of us had split up. Two had gone to Winterhold and we'd gone to Windhelm. We were nearly there, but we couldn't risk being seen by running.
"Can you hear it?" I whispered to my companion, Ryana Nightlake. She nodded silently. She was another part of our little group, TREA. Everyone mispronounced it; it was TREY-a, not TREE. The name stood for all our names together; Talia, Ryana, Elyvyra and Amelia.
Elyvyra. That was me. Elly, they all called me. I liked it; it was quicker and easier than calling me Elyvyra, and I liked quicker and easier.
I could hear the dragon, too. Its roars and the townspeople's screams reverberated across my eardrum, faintly, but there nevertheless. A guardsman passed us who obviously couldn't hear it; he simply nodded curiously at the two of us. Both our faces were hidden, so he couldn't see who we were, but our clothes intrigued him, probably because we were so uncovered. I was showing cleavage, wearing a tight-fitting leather bodysuit, fitted with steel pauldrons, gauntlets, hip-plates and greaves, and Ryana was wearing a corset, barely covering her breasts, leaving her belly uncovered. She wore a skirt, very short at the front but extended around the sides and back, and netted stockings over her legs. Both of us had our hoods up, monsters of things that would cover all but our mouths and chins in shadow, so he couldn't have recognised us. But he did keep looking at us as we kept walking; I could feel his eyes, my magic told me he was staring intently at Ryana's legs. I smiled slightly.
We entered Windhelm, the screams and roars very loud now. The dragon was in the courtyard in front of the Palace of the Kings, with only three brave guards attempting to fight it off. As we rushed to help, drawing our weapons, one of them was taken by the dragon; it caught his head between its teeth, shook his head to break his neck, then flung his body away like a rag doll. I had seen this plenty of times, but it never failed to hit me in the heart as I watched a man die so violently.
Ryana began to fire arrows at the dragon, her hood down now, yelling in Y'ffre to try and calm the dragon enough for us to be able to kill it. I threw fireball after fireball at it, with Nightbringer in my right hand, glistening in the moonlight, waiting for its blade to taste the dragon's blood as it had countless times before.
The guards had recognised us, but ignored us for now, preoccupied with the dragon. But before they could go any further to fight it, it Shouted, and a stream of fire burst out of its mouth, cooking them in their tunics. Me and Ryana were now left alone to deal with the only slightly injured dragon. I grimaced, and leapt aside, with more grace and skill than any acrobat would be able to accomplish. Ryana kept yelling, and it seemed to be working, now that the dragon was listening. It slowed down slightly, its eyes drooped. It still tried to kill us, but it was calm enough for me to leap nearly four feet into the air, landing on its head. I gripped its scales as it tried to shake me off, and as it roared, I gripped Nightbringer, and stabbed down into its throat. The long blade emerged from the back of the dragon's head, and it died almost instantly, the night very much brought to it. I leapt off its head as it fell, sheathing Nightbringer as I fell. I landed lightly, but there was no time to celebrate; now that the dragon was dead, the guards would be after us.
"Come on, Ryana. Quick, before the guards come to find us!" Ryana nodded again, and we sprinted away from Windhelm, heading south-west towards our sanctuary. We fled through the marshes of south Eastmarch, and found the cave, the well-hidden sanctuary. Inside lay the legendary Eldergleam tree, though no-one else but the four of us knew it was here, so we were safe here. Talia and Amelia weren't back from Winterhold just yet, so we sat down, dipping ourselves in the stream and washing the sweat from our bodies.
"That was a big one. They're all getting bigger. We're going to need to up our game if we want to keep fighting them. Look what happened to the guards back there; roasted and butchered. We do not want to end up like that."
We had received word of the dragon mere minutes before; but before we could set off, another one had come in. There was one in Winterhold, one in Windhelm. The four of us had split up. Two had gone to Winterhold and we'd gone to Windhelm. We were nearly there, but we couldn't risk being seen by running.
"Can you hear it?" I whispered to my companion, Ryana Nightlake. She nodded silently. She was another part of our little group, TREA. Everyone mispronounced it; it was TREY-a, not TREE. The name stood for all our names together; Talia, Ryana, Elyvyra and Amelia.
Elyvyra. That was me. Elly, they all called me. I liked it; it was quicker and easier than calling me Elyvyra, and I liked quicker and easier.
I could hear the dragon, too. Its roars and the townspeople's screams reverberated across my eardrum, faintly, but there nevertheless. A guardsman passed us who obviously couldn't hear it; he simply nodded curiously at the two of us. Both our faces were hidden, so he couldn't see who we were, but our clothes intrigued him, probably because we were so uncovered. I was showing cleavage, wearing a tight-fitting leather bodysuit, fitted with steel pauldrons, gauntlets, hip-plates and greaves, and Ryana was wearing a corset, barely covering her breasts, leaving her belly uncovered. She wore a skirt, very short at the front but extended around the sides and back, and netted stockings over her legs. Both of us had our hoods up, monsters of things that would cover all but our mouths and chins in shadow, so he couldn't have recognised us. But he did keep looking at us as we kept walking; I could feel his eyes, my magic told me he was staring intently at Ryana's legs. I smiled slightly.
We entered Windhelm, the screams and roars very loud now. The dragon was in the courtyard in front of the Palace of the Kings, with only three brave guards attempting to fight it off. As we rushed to help, drawing our weapons, one of them was taken by the dragon; it caught his head between its teeth, shook his head to break his neck, then flung his body away like a rag doll. I had seen this plenty of times, but it never failed to hit me in the heart as I watched a man die so violently.
Ryana began to fire arrows at the dragon, her hood down now, yelling in Y'ffre to try and calm the dragon enough for us to be able to kill it. I threw fireball after fireball at it, with Nightbringer in my right hand, glistening in the moonlight, waiting for its blade to taste the dragon's blood as it had countless times before.
The guards had recognised us, but ignored us for now, preoccupied with the dragon. But before they could go any further to fight it, it Shouted, and a stream of fire burst out of its mouth, cooking them in their tunics. Me and Ryana were now left alone to deal with the only slightly injured dragon. I grimaced, and leapt aside, with more grace and skill than any acrobat would be able to accomplish. Ryana kept yelling, and it seemed to be working, now that the dragon was listening. It slowed down slightly, its eyes drooped. It still tried to kill us, but it was calm enough for me to leap nearly four feet into the air, landing on its head. I gripped its scales as it tried to shake me off, and as it roared, I gripped Nightbringer, and stabbed down into its throat. The long blade emerged from the back of the dragon's head, and it died almost instantly, the night very much brought to it. I leapt off its head as it fell, sheathing Nightbringer as I fell. I landed lightly, but there was no time to celebrate; now that the dragon was dead, the guards would be after us.
"Come on, Ryana. Quick, before the guards come to find us!" Ryana nodded again, and we sprinted away from Windhelm, heading south-west towards our sanctuary. We fled through the marshes of south Eastmarch, and found the cave, the well-hidden sanctuary. Inside lay the legendary Eldergleam tree, though no-one else but the four of us knew it was here, so we were safe here. Talia and Amelia weren't back from Winterhold just yet, so we sat down, dipping ourselves in the stream and washing the sweat from our bodies.
"That was a big one. They're all getting bigger. We're going to need to up our game if we want to keep fighting them. Look what happened to the guards back there; roasted and butchered. We do not want to end up like that."