Prince of the Dead

Chapter 6 Helgen was Attacked

Y/n POV

I didn't have much expectations of what Skyrim would be like when I left, but I did not think it to be in the middle of a civil war. I was only gone for seven years, and yet this happened.

I didn't really like the Empire, but the Stormcloaks were being lead by that man. That damn man that shouted Belada apart.

So when I heard he was being sent to Helgen to get executed I thought my mission could wait a little bit.

That would explain why I was walking through Riverwood and on the path up to Helgen.

Unfortunately on my travels here I hadn't found much about a Daughters of Coldharbour. Inn keepers told me the shrine of Azura though... like that helps, and a person in Morthal researching vampires, Falion or somthing.

Walking up the path to Helgen I see an odd sight smoke rising from Helgen. Not like one fire was lit, but more akin to Helgen itself was burning. Maybe that old woman raving about a dragon attacking Helgen was right after all.

I picked my pace up. Hopefully their was survivors and with luck one none of them's Ulfric... not like I have grudge or anything.

When I got close to Helgen and opened it's gates I saw multiple burned bodies, homes still burning and in ruins.

I searched through the homes, but I couldn't fine anyone alive. It was only until I turned a burned body over and found a journal that somehow escaped the blaze.

Flipping thorugh the pages I hadn't encountered any real information. I knew about High King Torygg getting killed by Ulfric, just another reason to not like the bastard. Although Elisif is now on the market, maybe, don't know how she looks though and not really interested.

It was only until I got to the last page with writing that I found information that interested me.

17th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Shor's bones, if only I had known sooner! The ambush, the captives in the cart with me. Stormcloak rebels! Led by none other than Ulfric Stormcloak himself! And one member of the dark brotherhood!

There's no time to explain properly. I scarcely believe it myself. If it hadn't been for the dragon, I'd not even be here to write this down. Yes, a dragon! Big, black, as large as the towers of the keep itself. It swooped in out of nowhere and laid waste to the village and the keep.

General Tullius didn't take my head today, or the heads of several Stormcloak rebels, but that doesn't matter now. Hadvar, Ralof and the other one set aside their differences long enough to help me and a few others escape alive. Only the 4 of us made it this far. They've gone back into the keep to help the other survivors while I've been asked to get warning to Riverwood as fast as possible.

I still can't believe it. A dragon. Straight out of the legends! Nobody back home will ever believe me.

"Damn it. That bastard escaped." I mutter. "Maybe there are survivors in the keep."

Getting up I head into the keep only to find dead bodies of Stormcloaks and Imperials. Unforunately before I could go further the ceiling collapsed and blocked my way from entering the cave.

'Warn Riverwood or search the cave...' I internally debated.

Something in me told me I needed to investigate the cave, and so I went outside of Helgen and searched for the cave entrance, or exit, however you wish to look at it.