Connie Ashford is a young Breton who dreams of becoming a hero like in all the stories she's been told of the dragonborn. After years of despair from the tragic fire that killed her parents, and her brother Skylar, taken, Connie battles her first dragon. At the moment of absorbing the soul, she awakened. All the stories were true. She exists as the dragonborn.


6. The New Recruit

As the sun rose to a brand new day, and birds chirping in the trees, a new fire is lit with more wood. Each man training to fight by sparring, and shooting arrows at the target, as Rona and Fanar supervised.

Taking my bow, I snuck through the woods. A sabercat jumps out. I run back pulling out an arrow, and turn to aim and release. It leaps, and falls to the ground.

I pull the arrow out and carve out a pelt and take out one saber tooth. Continuing down, I see something black run through the trees. Taking out an arrow, I hurried to follow it.

A big wolf leaped onto a deer. I released the arrow, hitting it straight into the back. The wolf howled and walked on two legs down the hill. Oddly enough, I've never seen a wolf so huge walking on two legs before.

I went down after it, a man remains lying on the ground with an arrow in his back. He grunted. I put down my bow and kneeled to help, "Hold on, I got you." I pulled the arrow back out, and took out a red bottled health potion I bought from an alchemist.

Taking out the cork to let him drink, his wound healed, "Oh... Thank you." He breathed heavily, "Don't mention it." I put the bottle back in the satchel. Looking back at him I backed up, "Is that fur coming out of your ears?"

He held them alarmed, "Ah!" He sat away. "What are you even doing out here?" I asked, "What are you?"

"I was hunting until... an arrow shot me in the back." I looked down, "Sorry about that."

"Oh that was you?"

"Yeah..." I replied, "I thought you were... uh... a danger."

"Well I am if I'm attacked, you have nothing to worry about otherwise miss. And about what I am, I am a werewolf, obviously."

"I never thought werewolves existed."

"Well, they do." He said. I stood, "Again, I'm real sorry." He looks up at me as I turn to leave, "Hold up." He got up off the ground, "Are you one of those hunters camping nearby?" I looked to the smoke rising ahead, "Yeah I am."

"I would appreciate it, if none of them come out here."

"Afraid you'd have another arrow to the back again?" I asked, "Don't worry; we're not staying for long. We're not out here to hunt things like you."

"You're not?" He stepped forward. "No. We're hunting dragons." I turned again to leave.

He mumbled, "Dragons?" He followed up, "Dragons are the most impossible creatures to kill. How are you going to do that without letting... it fry you first?"

"The men have shields, but it's not going to be enough to hold back fire or frost. But arrows on the other hand, if aimed right you might be able to take down the dragon before it takes action."

He scratches his head, "So... you have to be very skilled in archery, and blocking, and... sword fighting?"

"It's something like that." I stopped and turned, "You know, we could use someone like you. From what I've read, werewolves have stamina and strength; you might be able to help take down a dragon."

"Well I... I'm no good with a sword." He stammered. "I can help you with that. I might have to ask Rona and Fanar to recruit you though." We walked back to camp. He stayed by, getting nervous around the men sparring and releasing arrows at the target.

I went up to Rona and asked, "I found him out there in the woods alone, and he would really want to come join us on the hunt."

"You live around here?"

He points, "Yeah, just a shack somewhere up there."

"You live by yourself?"

He replied, "Um... yeah."

"What happened to your parents?"

"They... they passed away."

She nods and then goes to the table, "Sure we're always accepting new recruits." She took out the list of names and a feathered pen from the inkwell, "What's your name son?"

"My name's uh, Colin Woodsly."

"Is it Woodsly with an E?" She asked.

"No ma'am."

She writes down his name on the list, "Thank you for joining us Colin." She smiles. I drag him with me by the arm, "Ok. You have a choice, swords first or a bows?"

He looks over at the men fighting, and then looks to me, "Um... bows?"

I gave him my bow and quiver of arrows, "Ok. Pull out an arrow and put it in the bow, with the end on the string."

He feels for one behind him and pulls one out and tries to stick in the bow. I sigh and come up to help put the arrow in place with the string, "Like that. Now, pull back."

He pulls back the bow, "Aim straight for the bullseye." He releases the arrow. It flies over the target. He sighs in failure.

"It's ok. You have many more arrows to go. Just keep at it, and you'll be hitting the bullseye like a pro." He looks to me, "You really think so?"

"Of course, we're all terrible at first. It takes practice. Trust me."

He pulls out another and tries again. The arrow hits the corner of the target, "See, you're getting there." I clapped. He looks to me and smiles, and then looks back to go for it again.

He got better with time. Each arrow hitting the bullseye as camped out in our next location. We were one step closer to the mountain which isn't that far away. Fanar kept a map of Skyrim, marking out every mountain.

Colin's hands got shaky when I said I'd teach him to use a sword this time. He coward begging me not to hurt him, I said, "I won't hurt you, I promise. I'll go easy on you, ok? Look." I tapped the blade on the sword he held, "See. I'm not hurting you am I?"

He taps mine back, starting feel a bit at ease. He stands back up, "Ok, take a position you feel comfortable with, keep your feet apart so you can balance without the enemy having to knock you down."

I continue to tap at the blade and so does he. He felt ok about it. It isn't as scary as he thought. In fact, it turned out to be fun.

He knocks me over, "Bam, you're dead." He points the sword at me with a smile. I got up and brushed myself off, "Ok, ok, you win."

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