Whilst General Tullius was going on about how he was the best I heard a loud roar. We all ignored it.
A priestess then started to talk her arkay shit but a stormcloak told her to shut up and walked straight to the block laying his head down.
"Geez, I wish I had that courage" I though to myself.
The executioner brought his axe above his head before bringing it down incapitating the soldier.
And now it was my turn...
I slowly walked forwards, standing in front of the block. I felt a could hand on my back pushing me down. I fell on my knees and leant forward placing my head on the block. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting...
We heard a roar and then the ground shook, I opened one eye and saw a sight I didn't expect to see. A dragon was perched on a tower right in front of my face.
"Dovakiin" the dragon drawled in a deep, rough voice.
The ground shook again bringing up dust, I squinted my eyes closed hearing everyone run away. I hear Ralof grab my arm and pull me up.
"Hey Nord. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance."
I got up and follow him inside the keep.
I run up the stairs but get knocked back as the dragon smashes into the wall. Ralof instructs me to jump through into the house bellow and keep running.
As I ran through the house and out I was met with Hadvar.
"Stick with me if you want to stay alive prisoner"
I nodded following his steps. We ran down a hill meeting with Ralof. They both told me to come with one of them, I chose Hadvar.
We went into the keep and slammed the door shut. At least I'm safe. For now...
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The Nordic Dragonborn
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