My Little Dovahkiin
Chapter 2
As Petalbeam stood there looking straight into the dragon’s emerald like eyes she felt a almost familiar feeling, almost like she had done this thousands of times. She kept calm which made things easier for the dragon. It lunged straight for her, snapping its jaws as it got closer. In contrast to Petalbeam’s complete calmness the whole village was running around in utter pandemonium, stalls were being pushed over, ponies were being trampled and worst of all a small army of Stormcoats had turned up to save their leader. Steel met steel as both sides met in the village centre, and on the sidelines Petalbeam was dodging the dragon’s lunges at an unponylike speed, clearly annoying the dragon. The small war that was raging stopped when the dragon let a large burst of fire erupt from its mouth. This startled Petalbeam and she snapped out of the stupor that was saving her life, she began backing away until her rump bumped into a door. The door suddenly burst open and a Stormcoat pulled her in. “Get in, quickly!” The Stormcoat said frantically.
“Whats going on?”. Squeaked Petalbeam.
“Its that big fucking dragon, are you blind?” Said the Stormcoat, his voice strained from stress and fear.
He handed Petalbeam a steel short sword “Here take this and help me kill some Imperials, would you?” He said casually
“Actually, I’d like to kill that big fucker of a dragon, if you don’t mind”. Said Petalbeam fiercly
“So be it”. Snarled the Stormcoat and before Petalbeam could stop him, he slashed her flank. Bleeding heavily she turned around and swung er sword at him, he blocked and countered, making a gash in her side. Seeing spots in her eyes, from the pain and feeling dizzy from the blood loss, she began thinking frantically until she had an idea, she swung the sword at the Stormcoat but feinted the blow and slashed at his belly, instead of his neck. She put so much force on the slash that she split his stomach open and some of his entrails slid out onto the floor. Feeling sick and disgusted at herself she began walking up the stairs of the tower looking for a potion of healing. Midway up the tower the wall toher left burst open and the dragon looked furious. The shock knocked Petalbeam off her feet an she fell part of the way down the stairs, exhausted, aching and feeling sick, she drew her sword and ran back to the dragon, slashing furiously. The first swing missed the dragon, but the second swipe cut off a shield shaped clump of scales. Snatching up the scales, she ran back down stairs and used the strap of the Stormcoat’s scabbard to make the scales easy to hold. She ran back to where the dragon broke through the wall, only to find it gone.
Continuing up the stairs, Petalbeam reached the top of the tower, and found a spelltome for Firebolt. Down below she could see the Imperials fighting the Stormcoats ferociously, she then looked directly down and saw the dragon breathing fire. She considered jumping and before s knew it, she had jumped and landed perfectly on the dragons back. She hacked and slashed at the dragon’s neck before it noticed that she was there and swiped her off. She landed hard on the ground, she had hacked away at alot of the scales of the dragon on the back of its head. I need to get back on it and strike its exposed skin, thought Petalbeam. She knew she had pissed the dragon off and feared the consequences. She began to sprint away from the dragon, She swiped a steel greatsword from the ground as she ran, She immediately regretted it as its weight put a strain on her. She ran around the tower and carried on sprinting when a crash made her stomach clench she heard a demonic voice roar "FUS RO DAH!" and the tower of which she was running in the opposite direction began to fall. There was no way she could get out of the way in time and the tower fell on her. The dragon roared in triumph and turned back to the fight, obviously intending to destroy the rest of the buildings. The dragon began spewing flames and wiping out soldier after soldier, it smashed buildings with its tail and it shredded the crops. The two factions continued to battle disreguarding the dragon that hadn't been seen since the 1st era. The battle suddenly stopped and everypony that was alive looked at the dragon, the dragon had roared so loud that the clouds began to break up and the sun began to shine its rays through. Petalbeam was stood on the dragons back with the steel greatsword jammed in the dragons exposed skin. She had stabbed with so much strength that part of the hilt of the sword was in the dragons neck. The dragon fell to the floor, obviously dead and both sides of the war began to cheer to Petalbeam. Both sides of the battle retreated back to their cities. The remnants of the village were cheering and Petalbeam jumped off the dragon and held her front legs out wide, as though to air hug the whole village. The cheers died out instantly as a large shadow began to loom over Petalbeam. Her eyes widened as the dragon lunged down and swallowed Petalbeam whole.
It took Petalbeam seconds to figure out what had happened. She was trapped in the vast stomach of the dragon and she could only think of one way out. She drew her steel shortsword that she had been given by the Stormcoat that she killed.
"This is gonna get messy". Muttered Petalbeam as she lunged at the wall of the stomach. She stabbed low and dragged the sword up and cut a whole to freedom. The dragon fell once more and she stabbed it through the piercing emerald green eye for good measure. The relief of killing the dragon dissapeared just as quickly as it came, the dragon began to glow and slowly its skin began to flake off and evaporate and Petalbeam felt a rush of power surge from the body of the dragon straight into her chest.
"Behold, as the new Dragonborn is here!" Shouted the Village Elder.
The village Elder hobbled upto Petalbeam and said "In the ancient language of the Dovah, you are Dovahkiin, literally translating to Dragonborn".
"What happened with the dragon when it died? Why is it just a skeleton now?" Petalbeam wheezed weakly
"You just absorbed its soul and now you harbinger the power of their language!" He replied in an excited voice
"How do I use this power?" Petalbeam said between breaths.
"Alas, I don't know, there is not a person alive today who knows about the way of the Dragonborn." The Elder said mournfully.
"I need information, any information on Dragonborns, is there a scroll or book with such information?" Said Petalbeam with a hint of desperation
"There is a book, named 'The Book of the Dragonborn' but it hasn't been seen since the 2nd era."
"How many copies of the book are there is Tamriel?"
"Just one, and how can we be sure that its even in Skyrim?"
"I don't know". Sighed Petalbeam
"I know where you could possibly get more information on this book" Said the Elder quickly
"Where, I need to know right now!" Said Petalbeam a sudden rush of hope and excitement
"There is a very old colt, older than me infact, who is the libaraian at the Winterhold College, He may have more information"
"Thank you so much!" Said Petalbeam as she spun around and pelted out of the village, Its gonna be a long journey, thought Petalbeam as she took one last glance at the smoky remains of Helgen.