» Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:26 pm
"He sat in the back of a horse carriage, his hands tied and his face beaten. The carriage belonged to the army of one of the warring factions of Skyrims snowy mountains. He did not remember how he was captured or why but it didn't matter. He was going to die. Suddenly, a shadow covers the carriage, the soldiers around starts to yell in panic. A roar. Confused and scared he shoves the other prisoners out of his way to the bars that held them in place. His eyes widens as he sees the creature. Flames, flames everywhere. It descends upon them smashing the carriage with its tail. The horses and the carriage with the prisoners inside tumbles off the road and smashes on a huge rock amongst the trees. On unsteady legs he stands and takes off, not looking back at the soldiers fleeing from the dragon or the other prisoners lying dead or wounded.
Out of pure instinct he ran through the dark forest. He didn't contemplate upon it then, but he had known the dragons name. It had shouted it when it dived to seal their fates. All he knew at that point was that he had to find shelter and warmth. And the thought that he had known the dragons language didn't come to mind when an animal instinct had taken hold of him. He would come to think of it, though, when he found the Draconian runes in the ruin."
I just made this up. Probably svcks, though.