The Adventures Of Fjord

A Dragon White As Snow

           Fjord began his slow decent down the seven thousand steps. In his haste to fetch the horn, he had forgotten to check the conditions outside. It was snowing, yet again. A complete blizzard, and he couldn't see four feet in front of him. He wasn't feeling anymore, and in the back of his mind, he knew he was slowly freezing. That's the hazard of adventure. I could sure do with a nice warm drink if I get back to Ivaarstead...  After one more hallowing hour of walking, Fjord could see the light of the town. He was quite a sight when he stumbled through the door to the inn, frost and snow clinging to every part of his exposed fur. A barkeep walked up to him.

"You alright, lad? You look rather frostbitten."

"I'm fine. I just need... to keep my cool." Fjord's teeth clattered.

"I'll get you a warm drink. Go sit by the hearth, you frozen cat." Fjord obeyed, stiffly walking over to the hearth. He began to feel himself warming up, and literally defrosting. The barkeep walked up to him, and gave him a warm honey mead, some bread, and a beef stew.

"Feelin' better, lad?"  The barkeep maintained eye contact, for a oddly long time. Her eyes... they unnerved Fjord. It was if they didn't have pupils...

"Yes, and thanks for the food. How much for this and a room?"

"Twenty gold. Didja hear about the dragon that's been sniffin' around here?" This piqued Fjord's interest. 

" No, I haven't. Care to tell me?"

"A young frost dragon. He almost appears as if he's looking for someone." This made Fjord choke on his mead. It couldn't be that dragon from the mountain, could it?

"Ye alright, lad? The mead not up to par?"

"No, no. It's fine. I was just wondering where he was sighted last."

"Near Riverwood. We fear an attack."

"Interesting. Can I have my room now?" Fjord handed her a small pouch, containing twenty septims.

"Right this way." Fjord was led to a room on the left side of the inn. He shut the door after she left, and stripped of his armor. Fjord didn't even bother changing before he collapsed on the warm furs of the bed. He wasted no time in falling asleep, and the blackness ate him alive...

          Fjord dreamt of pupiless, white eyes, and a large black and grey mass. He awoke with a start, and sighed heavily. Just a nightmare... He put his armour on, slipped his ebony sword into its sheath, and packed up his belongings. He had just left his room when a loud roar shook the inn. He heard shouting from outside, but he already knew what it was. A dragon. He darted outside, slamming the inn's door behind him. What he saw outside made dread settle into his bones...

A pure white dragon sat atop the smithy,  the jet black spikes and claws contrasting it's scales. He looked at its tail, and saw an ebony arrow, sticking out. Fjord drew his bow and arrows, and started firing. He wasn't a great shot, but a few struck the beast before it leapt into the air, roaring in fury. Their eyes met for a split second, the dragon's pale blue eyes searing a hole in Fjord's brain. The dragon broke eye contact, and began circling overhead, shooting frost at his attackers. Fjord felt an overwhelming urge to run, to abandon the town guards. His conscience stopped that, however. The dragon had taken to killing the guards rather than him. Fjord did something stupid, but brave. He turned his head in the dragon's direction, ears flattening against his head, and yelled.

"OI! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU SCALY MENACE?! BRING IT!" The dragon's head whipped in his direction, and it landed. Fjord was confused, right before the beast lowered its head and charged him. Fjord flung himself to the side, leaving the beast's jaws snapping down on thin air. It whipped around, and hit him with a frost shot. Fjord was knocked to the ground, and the beast towered above him, ready to make the final blow. A town guard stabbed the dragon in the side, and it turned away to deal with her.