Shortly after returning to the Jarl's magician at Whiterun news came in that the dragon had attacked a nearby outpost and that men were being gathered to go and fight it off.
I quickly volunteered to join them and help slay the beast, though i noticed with great dismay once i caught sight of it, that it was in fact a different dragon to the one that destroyed Helgen. This did not bode well for my primary mission here in Skyrim.
The battle was long and arduous and at one point the beast latched on to one of the guards and flung him across the moor, his bones audibly snapping even from this distance. Once the dragon had taken enough arrows, it landed, the wings unable to keep it aloft. We rushed it and the whirl of steel brought the creature down.
There was a great shock to us all for as soon as I came close enough the flesh dissolved in a swirl of magic and a vortex of energy flowed from the dragon's corpse into my body. The guards were astounded. After they and I had recovered from the shock, one of them decried that i was something called a dragonborn and that I now had the power of Thu'um. He tried to explain that I could use my voice to perform amazing feats.
After the initial jokes and stunned laughter I remembered the word that had burned itself into my brain, I concentrated and it formed on my lips and a great shout rushed from me. Whatever the word was, the small bush I was facing when I shouted was uprooted with force and blown across the plain, along with loose rocks. The guards were not laughing any more.
Our solemn procession headed back to town, the corpses of several brothers in arms carried on biers, for taking down a dragon was no easy feat.
Just before we reach the town a thunderous cry rang from the nearby mountain, and several of the guardsmen were now completely convinced that I am Dragonborn, something that has not been seen in centuries.
My mind was reeling from this, granted, I was no simple man at arms myself, but a trained covert operative of the remnants of the Blades, but the only power I had before was some basic magical healing and the ability to start my own campfire without a flint. But in just a few days I had gone from a humble servant of the empire to a Dragonborn, someone who can throw objects across a field with the power of his voice.
I knew that the Jarl and anyone nearby would want to talk more and get me involved directly in the local politics, but if I was to have any success in my mission I had to flee Whiterun as soon as it was conveniently possible and make my way to Solitude to enroll in the imperial army, with any luck, nobody there would know that I was this Dragonborn once news reached the capital city that such a person existed.
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