~Drago the Dragonborn~ -Previous; N/A -Next; N/A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cold breeze blew over Drago, making her shiver on the dragons red and blue back. Windhelm was her favorite place, but also, the coldest. The more she thought about the cold, the colder she got. She slipped a scratchy jacket on, patting Odahviing on the head. "Uh- lets go to Solitude. Too freezing over here." Drago shivered. "Dah-" Odahviing agreed, diving down, then back up again. The freezing cold blasted past her, closing her eyes in cold. Suddenly, it turned warm, and she felt the sun booming over her. They were nearing Solitude, at high speed as well. "Slow." Drago demanded, and Odahviing slowed down. He stayed still, flapping his wings to stay in the air. "I believe we are close enough." Odahviing said, flicking his tongue in and out. She nodded, laying down on his spiny back. It was hard not to squint with the sun directly in her eyes, but the peering mountain tops helped it. Odahviing landed onto a mountain, laying down and resting his haunches. Drago jumped down, and sat on the edge of the mountain. Her feet were dangling off the edge, causing a couple rocks to fall. "Careful, dovahkiin." Odahviing warned her. "I know, Odah." she turned to see Odahviing looking directly at High Hrothgar, watching all the dragons swarm around the top. "Go home, Odahviing." Drago said. "Dovahkiin-" Odahviing disagreed. "Go." Drago said calmy. Odahviing launched up, flying away to High Hrothgar. Drago watching the blue and red dot slowy fade, then turn slightly left towards the mountain. The tallest mountain in all of Skyrim. It was unbelievable, how Drago had the whole world at her fingertips. She could bend it in any shape and size, just because she was born. Just because she was born a Dragonborn. And she thanked all the gods for that. Talos, Hircine, Akatosh, Arkay, Dibella, Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Zeinthar, and Stendarr, and, the only one who WASN'T a god, Sithis. It was apart of Dark Brotherhood culture, apparently. She looked down at Solitude, her heart sinking deep down in her chest. It was just a month ago that they raided Solitude, and she still felt a ache for the others who fought, dying for their hold. Hadvar was pretty much one of the only ones who survived the insanity, and he was knee deep in depression. But the words that Tullius said, that the Thalmor WANTED this to happen, it made her shiver. But part of her. Part of her felt it was true. And, it was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And that's the end of the Prologue! Like this cliff hanger huh? Well, you'll see a lot of them! Hope you enjoy the series <3
