Snow Elf's Path

"Who said that?" Yelled the one and only Olaf One-Eye(unless for some reason someone else is also named Olaf One-Eye), in great anger but still feeling a bit nervous... The man who claims to capture an actual Dragon, scared of a voice opposing him?

"I did!" Yelled out Arlond in a rough cold tone as he lowered his hood and showed his face clearly. Managed to Interrupt and intimidate the Great Olaf One-Eye, managed to kill their party and at least slowed down the execution. What got these entire room of Nords with murderous looks on their eyes, was the snow white color on Arlond's skin. Nobody wanted him there and they all wanted to slash Swords against him.

"Now who the hell are you? How dare you interrupt me Snow Elf?" Yelled Olaf in clear anger. But the eight divines knows well that this was just a distraction. The Guards were already approaching him from each side.

"I'm one of the few survivors, your nordic bastards couldn't catch." Taking a deep breath and afterwards screaming from the top of his lungs.  "Skyrim is ours, go back to Atmora."

Avoiding the coated truth, Olaf One-Eye lost his last bit of patience and yelled out. "Skyrim...Belongs to the Nords!!" This rather elongated sentence was less of a statement and more of an order to attack. Guards have Arlond surrounded by each side, except from behind for some reason. And that was their flaw, their gap, their downfall.

Before the Guards could charge, Arlond was quick and swift. Noticing the unclear order, he took a few steps back, grabbed a 2 foot tall barrel of beer from the cart and threw it towards the group of Guards with all of his might.

The Barrel broke on a Guard's head and the beer spread on a few of them as well. But it knocked out the first victim cold. Arlond didn't even wait for a second, he raised his hands forwards and fire broke through from them right away. Elves commonly have Magical Powers, the Arcane arts are available to anyone who is willing and able to learn them. The fire he unleashed from both of his hands, was just a basic spell. Anyone can learn it with time dedicated to it and a few Gold Coins.

Once the fire made contact with the spilled beer, the beer caught on fire in a blink of an eye and it wild spread. Everything happened so fast, the group of guards dispatched, from being a group to running around like animals. Only few were concentrated in battle but kept losing it due to the screams of pain around them.

As Numinex(The Dragon), saw the opportunity, he used the opportunity right away and blasted fire through his mouth and towards those filthy Nords.

Fire was spreading wild on the Guards because of the beer, if a Dragon was to breathe fire on them, they would be as helpless as a newborn child. The Chaos indeed doubled with the Dragon's help.

But Numinex's effort was short lasting, Olaf One-Eye made a big leap from the fire and dug his LongSword down on Numinex's Forehead all the way in with only the Sword's handle left visible. How could one person have such strength?

Numinex died on the spot, but so did the Guards. All because of the beer, the dragon's fire breath and because of Alena. Yes Alena! Her beautiful Nordic features were just a mask of a true warrior. Disarming Guards, dodging arrows, breaking arms and stabbing one Guard after the other with their own weapon. It was fair to say that she caused half of the Havoc.

Alena used the havoc situation the most and killed half of the Guards in that large room. No doubt a skilled Warrior. But more Guards are sure to come, as all of Whiterun heard this disaster no doubt. Screams were so loud, louder than a shout.

Grabbing a Dead Guard's Iron Long Sword, Olaf One-Eye arose the Sword he obtained upwards and yelled out! "Numinex is dead. And you are about to be as well. Filthy Snow Elf." Continuing in a lower, colder tone. "Your kind are weak. The Nords rule all of Skyrim."

But suddenly, something was going on with the big dead Dragon. Is he coming back to life? Well the illusion would make it seem that way for a moment. But no. The Dragon was, how do you say...decomposing. But not like you think, rotten flesh that would kill a sense of smell wasn't to be seen, and everything started happening so fast. The skin from the dragon just burned up and faded in the cold air. Only the Bones were the remains of the Legendary Dragon, Numinex.

But something else was happening? Is it? Could it be. Could it be that the DragonBorn, the almighty Dovakhiin is in this very room?

The very soul of the Dragon was rising from its dead body(or skeleton). But it wasn't raising towards the sky to spread into nothingness. No, not at all.

The white like light started floating towards...you guessed it. Arlond. This is incredible. And straight up mad. The first ever Snow Elf to be a DragonBorn. This is revolutionary. This will turn the tides. But for the moment, it was time for Olaf One-Eye to die.

"Fus Ro Dah!!" Shouted Arlond. This Shout wasn't his intention. It felt like something that he urged to let out of his body as soon as Numinex's soul entered his body, and he did. But as he did, he was of course aiming towards Olaf One-Eye.

His shout, was so strong to oppose. For Olaf, it was like a very strong sudden wind f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y pushing him from his feet. And it actually did.

Olaf was pushed from his feet and was sent tumbling all the way to the edge of the big room which had a wide opening at the edge.

The very opening Numinex flew in seconds before he was captured by the huge wooden structure around his neck which was actually able to keep a Dragon Down. Otherwise the situation would of been way different.

Olaf One-Eye took a moment to stand on his feet again. But against a shout, will he be able to stand and fight? An Elf, with the blood of a Dragon floating down his veins is powerful even if he didn't know how to hold a dagger.

The very moment of which Olaf One-Eye took to stand up, is the moment of which Arlond used to swiftly run his way near to the edge, near Olaf One-Eye.

"Don't do it." Begged Olaf in a desperate tone. He felt outmatched.

"This is for my brothers and sisters in war that your kind massacred."

"Fus Ro Dah!" Shouted Arlond and blew away Olaf One-Eye as if he was a parchment. He Blew Olaf far away from Dragonsreach. The building itself was very high off of the ground so Olaf's fate was certain.

"Help! Help!" Alena yelled for the Guards. Not for them to capture Arlond but to trick them about this situation. They need to make it work to their advantage, they can't fight all of Whiterun.

Although first confused, Arlond quickly noticed what Alena wanted to do. He had complete trust in her. "did she betray me" wasn't the first thing he thought. He covered his head with a hood once more and started yelling

"Help!" along with Alena.

Over ten Guards entered the scene a moment later and saw Alena and Arlond "Terrified".

"What happened here?"

"The Dragon! The Dragon started attacking and almost broke loose. My friend Arlond managed to stop and kill the Dragon but he was unfortunately too late." There is no eye witness so of course the situation is how Alena and Arlond tell it.

"What about Ola…"

"I'm sorry. He didn't make it."

Coldly Said Arlond.