Chapter 1        

    The drunk dragon

“And stay out you drunk argonian.” A small purple lizard flew out of the open door and landed face first in the snow. He stood up and started shouting back at the innkeeper in a very slurred voice.

“I thoughts I told you *hic* I’mz Not no… no? *hic* I’m ah Drangonz.” The drunk dragon continued to rant at the innkeeper, even though he had long since closed the door and went back inside. “And youz should go stickz an sword up your *hic*…”

“Oh for the love of talos, SHUT UP!” The door swung open and a bottle of mead flew out and struck the dragon in the head, though he didn’t even notice.

“Where waz *hic* I telling… Ouch... I feel dizzy.” The purple dragon stumbled around, then fell down on ground and began to snore.

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Haldor walked out of the Nightgate inn and let out a sigh. The ground was covered with over a foot of snow that had built up sometime in the night and even though he was a nord and was used to cold, walking in over a foot of snow would quickly make you tired and wet. He began to waddle through the snow and stopped when he heard something muttering at his feet.

“What… Never heard of a hobbit…. Rarity why are you in my bed…” He heard a snore then something shifting under the snow. “Rarity you look… so sexy in socks… oh yeah, I like that...”

Before I could write more, haldor kicked the pile of snow in front him causing the creature beneath to sit up and cuss in pain. The lizard stopped and looked at haldor, who was chuckling at the lizard’s insults. “What’s so funny?”

“I’ve never had an argonian tell me it was going to take a cupcake and shove it my… never mind.”

“For one I’m not an argonian, I’m a dragon. And secondly, don’t laugh at me or I will shove an cupcake up your-”

“Ok, stop with the cupcakes!” Haldor interrupted, getting uneasy at the thought. “And why are you sleeping the snow?

“I think I pissed the innkeeper off, so he kicked me out. Something about me always getting drunk and trying to bite other people, I don’t know.”

“Aren’t you too young to be a drinker?” The purple dragon looked only a few years old at the most.

“Ha, I can do whatever I want!” The Dragon crossed his arms and shifted his posture, as if trying to look defiant and tough.

“Really now,” Haldor said with a smirk, “so what are you doing?”

“I’m Uh-” The dragon paused and scratched his head, thinking, and then decided to change the subject. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“I’m traveling to Whiterun to see if I can find some work and shelter.” The pony attack on Solitude had left him homeless, poor, and very scared of muffins. Now he was looking for any work available in Whiterun, or one of the other cities scattered across Skyrim.

“I was thinking about joining the companions or working as a blacksmith, but if all else fails I can work at the brewery.” Haldor said aloud, thinking about all of his options.

“What, they have their own brewery?” The dragon said in awe.

“Yeah, I heard there was one right outside of the city walls. I don’t know if Whiterun owns it or if it’s a family business.”

“Hmm…” The dragon appeared to be in great thought, and then finally spoke up. “I’ve decided that I’m going to travel with you to Whiterun. From there we can split up or stay together, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Haldor opened his mouth to protest but stopped. It would be nice to have someone to travel with. He thought to himself, and besides, I doubt the little guy has anyone to take care of him. He thought about it a little longer, and then made up his mind.

“Well if we’re going to be traveling together we might as well introduce ourselves.” He bent down and stuck out his hand. “Name’s Haldor.”

The dragon took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “My names spike, but you can call me spike.”

“Now that names are out of the way are you ready to get going?” Haldor asked his new traveling companion.

“Yup! Here we come Whiterun brewery!” Spike shouted and began plowing down the snowy road with Haldor close at hand.

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It took them hours to finally reach the grassy region surrounding Whiterun. While they walked, Haldor told spike about his life in Solitude and then the pony destroying the town. Spike, on the other hand, didn’t have many stories or memories to share.

“I just woke up a few weeks ago and found myself here in Skyrim. I couldn’t remember anything that happened before, no friends, no family, nothing at all!” the purple dragon confessed as they walked.

“I’ve never heard of this happening before, but maybe a mage would know.” Haldor responded, rubbing his chin as he thought more about the dragon’s situation.  Suddenly Haldor heard Spike give a shout, he looked up to see a yellow blur fly past and circle above the distance city of Whiterun. He cursed aloud, and began to sprint to the city with spike following as fast as could.