by She~Wolf » Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:15 pm
James walked in the darkness of the city, not looking at the corpses or damage. He couldnt take another look, it made him to sick. Alistair, his faithfull hybrid shepherd walked next to him, whimpering softly.
Claire sobbed into her wolfs fur, missing her parents and her little brother.
Our hero, our Hero claims a warriors heart,I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.With a voice wielding power of the Ancient Nord Art,Believe, Believe, the Dragonborn comes.It's an end to the Evil, of all Skyrims Foes,Beware, Beware the Dragonborn Comes.For the Darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows,You'll know, You'll know the Dragonborn comes