After the defeat of Volcanic Dragon, we thought the amount of deaths couldn't get any worse. By deaths, I mean animals. We must've fought for a solid 30 minutes. We as in, Me, Sofia and Ansien. A stranger we agreed to help escort towards Darkwater Crossing. He said he just wanted to mine for work. To make a decent living. I did the best I can to protect everyone with the spells I know, but it wasn't enough. Ansien didn't suvive the battle with Volcanic Dragon. Sofia for the first time started limping. I felt drained on Magicka but in a few minutes, it recovered and we were well on our way again after restoring our health. We had a debate whether or not she should return home and after careful consideration, I decided to send her home until there were no more Dragons left. That was weeks ago. The bones left in front of me is a potent version, Magma Dragon. It was unexpected, one minute I was conversating with a face scarred younger lady, and the next, I felt a quake on the ground along with dusty wave spreading across the town of Falkreath. As soon as I made eye contact, with it's red-yellow eyes, it let out a thu'm similar to what Volcanic had done. A thu'm that summoned meteors from the sky, crashing everywhere. There must've been 20 of them, I wasn't counting but the Stormcloaks, they all united, even a warrior who I've never noticed until now, charged towards the Dragon. As usual, I knew this was going to be another Battle that will not be forgotten. With all my spells to enhance by defenses, I through everything but Fire at the beast. This battle was shorter than Volcanics thanks to all the guards of Falkreath. There was even a point where all the cries of the Stormcloaks ceased around me. The wings of the Dragon felt louder as it was ready to land. I looked around and all I saw was bodies. Just bodies... There must've been more than 10 scattered around Falkreath. The last time I saw something like this was at Helgen. No. This... This is probably worst than Helgen. I can't really decide. I just kept staring at the Soldiers on the ground. Then I thought about Sofia. She could've been one of them right about now. The quake from the dragon landing abruptly interrupted my thoughts and I immediately turned towards it once more, staring at it 30 feet away from me. The wounds all over it's body signified the last strength the Warriors had at damaging the beast. So I will finish it. For their Honor here in Skyrim. I refused to disrespect their bodies by conjuring them back to Life for support. Instead, I will hold the heals on my left hand. And Summon the aid of Lightning by snapping my Fingers of the Mountain. But by the time I was able to swap spells only using my right hand, the Dragon breathed Fire towards me. I knew this was going to happen. For as long as I can repeat casting the healing, I should be able to hold my ground. The fire was so intense, I wasn't able to see through it. I was blinded as I was slowly losing energy. I grabbed hold of Wall of Lightning and blindly fired in front of me. The flames... As much resistance I have on it, it still burned. It burned more and more each delay between casting the heals. I wasn't going to let Magma take Falkreath like was Alduin did to Helgen. But what could I have done?? The flames kept dragging me further away by the force power of it's breath. My damn lightning attack was in vain. All I have power for is healing at this point. That would be no point either. Each delay of casting the heals resulted in me getting even weaker than gaining health. Just when I thought, The college is about to lose another Arch-mage, just when I thought Sofia would receive a letter from the courier, just when I thought Falkreath was going to be another Helgen result. The flames stopped. I was down on both knees staring at the ground. I removed my Nakriin mask and dropped it on the ground in front of me and saw the smokes emanating from it from the flames. I looked up to see why the flames stopped and saw the Fingers of the Mountain. It responded my call. My Wall of Lightning was still on the ground and for as long as a target comes in contact with the wall, Fingers of the Mountain will strike anyone coming in contact with it. Sort of like a Beacon for a target. The growl from the dragon was loud, but it was the last as it's head dropped on the ground, the lightning stopped and the Wall of Lightning vanished. It didn't take me long to notice the only Stormcloak beside me was the only one left in Falkreath. The cow, the chickens, even they weren't able to take shelter. I stared at the Stormcloak and wanted to ask if he was alright, but he gave me a stare already answering the question before I could ask. The tears on his left eye revealed he had connections with his comrades. Then, he finally spoke.
"Talos... Why am I alive..?" Said the Stormcloak Lonewolf.