Dovahsil

Chapter 1: Escape from Helgen

A/N: God I forgot how shit EN Skyrim voice actors were compared to french.

He had seen the young elven woman walk towards the block.

Despite her size, which was surpassed only by that of the colossus, she seemed tiny. Staggering headlong towards her death. Despite the roar that echoed through the mountains, the giant's gaze was fixed on the girl, his heart filled with pity.

He had seen the shadow far too late.

Captain: In the clouds!

It pierced the air like a crossbow bolt, crashing into the top of the watchtower overlooking the journey. When the dust settled, he could see a black mass, studded with spikes and thorns black as night, a serpentine form, and eyes, red, like the blood of a freshly sliced artery. Burning, like the torches of the apocalypse.

For a moment, before his logic could return and work, he shuddered at the familiarity.

But his logic returned after the shock.

A wyvern?

Crap.

The roar of the crowd resounded as he took his first step.

Hadvar: A dragon!!!

The panic, the fear, the reflex of grabbing for their weapons. Things far too familiar.

Some froze, others fought, and others, like him, ran. But he ran even closer to the dragon.

The executioner had already armed his strike, and the dragon's shockwave had sent his axe flying towards the elf's spine. If God, or fate, had decided to spare the girl, then he'd lend a hand. Rushing along at a speed far greater than should be normal for a man of such mass. He finished his run with a shoulder bash towards the executioner, deflecting the axe to send it crashing into the ground and pushing the man off his feet.

The dragon on his tower looked up at him. And he suspected what was coming.

Colossus: Blyat.

The beast opened its mouth and howled. Not like it had done in the distance a few moments ago. But in a kind of language.

Words he didn't understand, but which generated a shockwave right in front of him. A unrelenting force that hit him like a freight train, he and the headsman taking most of the impact, protecting the girl behind them. Even if, the executioner wasn't very willing to do. His bones shattered on impact as he was hurled away like a pebble being kicked, and the colossus suffered much the same fate, propelled towards a stone wall.

It fractured when he hit it, and he fell heavily to the ground. The dragon flapped its wings, sending dust flying all around, then howled again in that language. The sky turned orange, and it began to rain meteors.

Tullius: All archers and mages, aim at that thing! Soldiers! Evacuate the village!

The soldiers began to run, and soon the execution of the stormcloaks was no longer of the slightest importance. Ulfric began to run faster than he had ever run before, towards the safety of another imperial tower with a few of his soldiers. Ralof began to run towards them, but his gaze fell on the young altmer, who had remained there stunned by all the chaos. His gaze was torn between safety and his ideals, as a stormcloack and as a man. A meteor struck the ground beside him, shaking him. But his mind cleared.

He ran to the girl, helping her to her feet.

Ralof: Come on! The gods won't give you another chance!

He dragged her as she regained her ability to walk straight towards the watchtower, but as soon as they passed the gate, a meteor struck the building again, causing the doorframe to collapse...