I Became a Side Character in the World Of Skyrim

The dragon that had torn itself free from the Dwemer prison unleashed a roar so violent it shook the cavern to its core. The sound rolled through Blackreach like a living earthquake, rattling brass structures and sending clouds of dust drifting down from the stalactites above. High over the altar, the colossal Dwemer orb still hovered in place, its ancient mechanisms humming faintly as it poured out an oppressive orange light glowing like a dying sun, as if lamenting the loss of the creature it had restrained for untold ages.

The dragon’s fury was undeniable. It thrashed its massive body, claws scraping against stone as sparks flew from the cavern floor. Heat rippled through the air with every breath it drew, the scent of scorched metal and sulfur spreading around them.

Its very presence felt wrong out of time.

The sheer scale of its body, the deep grooves carved into its scales, and the weight of its gaze spoke of an era long forgotten. This was no ordinary dragon, but a survivor from the age when the Dwemer still ruled these depths with brass and sorcery. Perhaps when the Dwemer disappeared, the dragon had been left behind abandoned, sealed inside the orb, forced into centuries of silent confinement.

“Astrid, be careful,” Alex warned sharply, his voice tight as his eyes tracked the beast’s movements. “That thing looks like an ancient dragon. It’s been imprisoned inside that orb for a very long time.”

Astrid stepped forward without hesitation. The dark surface of her Daedric armor caught the cavern’s orange glow, reflecting it in cruel, jagged highlights. She raised her Daedric shield in front of her body, the metal scraping softly as she adjusted her stance, while her other hand tightened around her weapon until her knuckles whitened. Her posture was steady, grounded ready to meet whatever came next.

But as she studied the dragon more closely, her brow furrowed.

Something was wrong.

The dragon beat its wings and rose into the air but the motion lacked grace. Its ascent wavered, the massive wings struggling to keep rhythm. Each flap came with a harsh, strained sound, as though the joints resisted the movement itself.

“Alex…” Astrid said quietly, her eyes never leaving the creature. Her voice was low, focused. “You see that, right?”

Alex narrowed his eyes, following the dragon’s erratic flight. For brief moments, the creature dipped unexpectedly, its balance faltering before it forced itself back up. The wings didn’t respond as smoothly as they should hesitating, dragging, as if they had forgotten how to fly.

“…Yeah,” Alex murmured after a moment, realization settling in. “You’re right.”

He watched the dragon struggle to remain airborne, noting every uneven motion.

“If it’s been sealed away all this time,” he continued, voice thoughtful but tense, “never able to fly freely… then its body hasn’t adapted to movement anymore.”

His gaze sharpened.

“That long confinement must have weakened it.”

Lightning gathered around Alex’s raised hand, snapping and crackling with sharp, electric cries. Thin arcs of blue-white energy coiled around his fingers, crawling up his wrist like living veins of light. His muscles tensed as he shaped the spell, the air around him buzzing faintly with power.

A crooked grin spread across his face despite the danger.

“Haha… look at it,” he scoffed, tilting his head slightly as his eyes tracked the dragon’s unstable flight. “It’s like a dragon whose wings have gone stiff from being locked up for centuries.”

The amusement vanished in an instant.

The dragon reared back, its massive chest swelling as it drew in a deep, resonant breath. Heat and cold warped the air at the same time. With a deafening roar, it unleashed a torrent of fire followed immediately by a blast of frost, the two elements tearing through the cavern in violent succession. The flames painted the walls in blazing orange, while the frost that followed left glittering ice crawling across stone and metal alike.

Its black scales absorbed the shifting light, and faint golden streaks etched along its body shimmered ominously as it moved proof of its ancient lineage and terrible resilience.

Alex’s jaw tightened. The sparks around his hand flared brighter as he lowered his stance, his voice dropping into a serious warning.

“But Astrid,” he said firmly, glancing toward her without taking his eyes fully off the dragon, “don’t underestimate it. No matter how crippled it looks…”

He swallowed once.

“…it’s still an ancient dragon.”

Without warning, the ground shuddered beneath their feet.

A deep, metallic tremor rolled through Blackreach, followed by the grinding shriek of ancient machinery awakening from slumber. Across the cavern especially near the altar massive Dwemer Centurion golems stirred to life. Their eyes ignited with a cold, mechanical glow as pistons locked into place and gears began to turn.

Jets of steam hissed violently from their joints as they straightened to their full height, brass limbs clanking with terrifying weight. Their movements were slow, purposeful programmed, inevitable as they marched toward the raging dragon.

Alex’s expression snapped from focus to alarm.

“Astrid, heads up!” he shouted, lifting his chin sharply toward the approaching figures. “Those golems just activated they’re moving toward the altar!”

Astrid spun around, her armor plates shifting with a dull scrape as she turned. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight.

Five Dwemer Centurions advanced in formation, each thunderous step echoing through the cavern like the beat of war drums, shaking dust loose from the ceiling as they closed in.

The situation collapsed into absolute chaos.

Falmer slaves scattered in blind panic, their shrill screams echoing through the cavern as they tripped over one another in desperate attempts to escape. Some were snatched up mid-run, crushed between massive claws or swallowed whole. Others never even had time to cry out, erased instantly by roaring fire or flash-freezing frost that turned bodies into lifeless statues of ice.

The air reeked of ash, blood, and burning flesh.

Astrid’s chest tightened at the sight.

Before Alex could react, she surged forward, boots striking stone as she raised her voice with all her strength, deliberately placing herself in danger.

“HEY!!!” she shouted, waving her weapon high. “OVER HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE!”

Alex’s breath hitched.

His heart clenched painfully as he realized what she was doing throwing herself into the dragon’s line of sight, offering herself as bait. Fear surged through him, sharp and overwhelming.

“Astrid !” he shouted, already moving.

Without hesitation, lightning flared in his hand as he stepped forward and screamed even louder, forcing the dragon’s attention away from her.

“No! Over here chase me instead!” His voice cracked with urgency. “NOT HER!!!”

There was no calculation in his shout, no strategy only one raw instinct driving him: protect her.

Astrid heard it instantly.

She froze for a split second, her heart lurching as she turned her head just enough to see him standing exposed, spell blazing, eyes locked on the dragon with reckless resolve.

Idiot… she thought, fear and warmth tangling painfully in her chest.

I won’t let you get hurt either.

The dragon’s massive head swung slowly between them, eyes glowing as it assessed its targets. Its chest began to burn from within, light swelling beneath its scales as heat built deep inside its body.

Then it roared.

A violent stream of fire erupted toward Alex then swept sideways toward Astrid in a blazing arc.

Astrid reacted on pure instinct.

She lunged back, throwing her weight behind her Daedric shield just in time. The inferno slammed into it with brutal force, flames roaring around her as the impact drove her boots hard against the stone.

“ALEX!!!” she screamed, panic tearing from her throat as she realized she hadn’t covered him.

But through the smoke, the heat haze, and the burning air

She saw him.

Still standing.

Untouched.

Alex let out a breathless laugh, shoulders relaxing as a smug grin spread across his face.

“Heh,” he said, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve. “Your breath won’t hurt me, you overgrown lizard! Hahaha!”

Relief crashed into Astrid like a wave, leaving her dizzy. Her grip on the shield trembled not from exhaustion, but from the sudden release of fear.

“Alex…” she exhaled, her voice tight but warm. “You seriously owe me an explanation later. How are you immune to fire?”

She didn’t see the faint glow of the enchanted ring on his finger didn’t yet understand why the flames had spared him.

The dragon’s chest glowed again.

This time, the light was different cold, pale, and merciless.

Alex’s confidence evaporated instantly.

“Oh crap,” he blurted, eyes widening. “That one I can’t tank that!”

Panic seized him as he turned and sprinted, diving behind Astrid just as the dragon unleashed a devastating blast of frost.

Astrid planted her feet, muscles straining as she raised her shield once more. Frost exploded against it in a howling gale, ice crawling across the metal as the enchanted barrier absorbed most of the magic. Even so, the cold seeped through, biting at her arms and shoulders.

She gritted her teeth, breath coming out in white mist.

Over the roaring wind, she shouted back without looking at him, a sharp edge of teasing cutting through the tension.

“Hey! You were so confident earlier where did all that confidence go?!”

From behind her, Alex’s voice came back, half-laughing, half-breathless as he clutched his coat against the cold.

“I’m immune to fire, not ice!” he protested. “My ring’s enchantment only works for flames!”

Despite everything the chaos, the dragon, the cold Astrid felt a faint, stubborn warmth spread through her chest.

He ran behind me… because he trusts me.

And she wasn’t about to let that trust be broken.

The dragon’s frost breath finally faltered, the howling gale dying out into drifting shards of ice and mist.

For a heartbeat, the battlefield fell eerily still.

“That’s it now!” Astrid snapped.

She triggered Whirlwind Sprint.

The world seemed to warp around her as she exploded forward in a violent burst of speed, her form blurring into a streak of motion. Stone cracked beneath her boots as she closed the distance in an instant. Sliding low, she drove her blade into the dragon’s front leg, sparks and blood flying as steel met scale. Without stopping, she twisted her body, momentum carrying her past the creature’s massive frame, and slashed hard at its tail, carving a deep, burning line across the thick hide.

At the same moment, Alex thrust his hand forward.

“Chain Lightning!”

A deafening crack split the air as electricity leapt from his palm straight into the dragon’s head. Brilliant arcs of lightning exploded across its scales, crawling violently down its neck and spine. Plates of blackened scale tore loose and scattered across the cavern floor, sizzling as they landed.

Astrid felt the shockwave rush past her but the dragon’s immense body acted as a barrier, grounding the lightning away from her.

The dragon reeled, wounded and bleeding, chunks of its armor-like scales shattered and hanging loose. Dark blood streamed down its neck, hissing where it hit the frozen ground.

But it did not fall.

With a thunderous roar filled with pain and rage, the dragon lashed out wildly. Its claws slammed down, its tail whipped through the air, and its wings battered the cavern with hurricane force. Astrid and Alex were forced into constant motion rolling, leaping, ducking striking only when the smallest opening appeared.

“Tch…” Astrid hissed through clenched teeth as she sidestepped a crushing claw. “Just as expected of an ancient dragon.”

Then

THOOM.

A massive ballista bolt tore through the air and slammed straight into the dragon’s back, punching deep between its scales.

The dragon shrieked in agony, its entire body convulsing as it stumbled forward. It spun around violently, wings flaring wide as it searched for the source of the attack.

Behind it stood the Dwemer Centurions.

Fully activated now, the towering golems advanced in unison, steam blasting from their joints as gears screamed under ancient strain. Their weapons locked into place, mechanical eyes glowing with merciless precision.

The dragon’s focus snapped entirely toward them.

Astrid and Alex locked eyes for a brief moment, both breathing hard.

“Aren’t those Dwemer Centurions?” Astrid said, disbelief flickering across her face as she glanced back at the advancing machines. “Why are they attacking the dragon? Weren’t they allies?”

Alex followed her gaze, quickly assessing the shifting battlefield.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said decisively. “The dragon’s distracted. This is our chance create distance and hit it from afar.”

Astrid gave a sharp nod.

“Good idea.”

She retreated a few steps and reached over her shoulder, smoothly drawing her Daedric bow. As she nocked she froze.

“…Wait.” She checked again, then cursed under her breath. “Alex, I’m out of arrows. Do you have any left?”

Alex didn’t hesitate. With a quick motion, he reached into his inventory system and pulled out a bundle of Dwemer arrows, their metallic shafts glinting in the cavern light.

“Here,” he said, tossing them to her. “Use these.”

Astrid caught them cleanly and immediately took position, drawing and firing in smooth, practiced motions. Arrows streaked through the air, striking whenever the dragon exposed itself while fending off the golems.

From beside her, Alex raised his hands again, spells flaring as he launched controlled bursts of magic into the fray.

From a safer distance, the two of them fought in perfect rhythm Astrid’s arrows and Alex’s spells supporting the remaining Centurions as the battle raged on.

After what felt like an eternity of relentless combat, the dragon was finally pushed to its limit.

Its massive body was riddled with wounds deep gashes split its scales, cracks ran across its armored hide, and dark blood poured freely, splashing onto the stone floor in heavy, steaming drops. Each breath it took came ragged and uneven, its chest heaving as if even standing had become a struggle.

Of the Dwemer Centurions, only two remained.

Both were barely functional one dragged a leg that no longer responded properly, its movements jerky and uneven, while the other’s torso sparked and hissed, chunks of brass missing where the dragon’s claws had torn through it. Steam leaked constantly from their joints as their ancient mechanisms strained beyond their limits.

The battlefield had become a cruel rhythm.

Whenever Alex or Astrid launched an attack, the dragon would instinctively turn toward them, rage flaring briefly in its dulling eyes only to expose its flank or back. In those moments, the Centurions struck mercilessly, ballista bolts and crushing blows slamming into weakened scales.

Again and again, the dragon was forced to choose.

Again and again, it suffered.

It was trapped caught between living warriors and tireless machines.

One by one, the Centurions finally gave out.

With grinding shrieks of tearing metal, their bodies seized up and collapsed, crashing to the ground in lifeless heaps of twisted brass and steam. The cavern echoed with the sound of their destruction, then fell into an uneasy silence.

And yet

The dragon still stood.

Barely.

It swayed on unsteady legs, wings hanging low and torn, blood dripping steadily from its jaw. Its once-blazing eyes were now dim, clouded with exhaustion and something deeper something hollow.

Step by labored step, it staggered toward Alex and Astrid.

Alex’s hand snapped upward on instinct. Lightning surged around his fingers once more, sparks snapping sharply as his stance lowered, ready to end the fight in a single decisive strike.

Before he could release the spell

“Wait.”

Astrid’s voice cut through the tension, sharp yet unsteady. She stepped half a pace forward, one hand lifting slightly as if to stop him, her gaze fixed on the dragon.

“Alex…” she said softly, almost afraid to speak louder. “It’s not attacking anymore.”

The dragon continued its slow approach but there was no hostility in its posture. Its head lowered slightly, its massive neck bending with effort, and its eyes once filled with wrath now held only resignation.

Astrid swallowed.

“It looks like…” she whispered, her voice trembling just a little, “…it’s surrendered.”

Alex frowned, confusion knitting his brow as the lightning around his hand wavered.

“Huh?” he said, glancing at her. “You were furious at it earlier because he killing the slaves. And now you feel sorry for it?” His voice softened despite himself. “What’s gotten into you, Astrid?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she looked at the dragon at its broken wings, its trembling frame then back at Alex.

“You said it was imprisoned,” she said quietly. “Didn’t you?”

Alex froze.

The sparks around his hand flickered erratically, then faded away altogether. His fingers slowly relaxed, and his arm lowered at his side.

“…Yeah,” he admitted, his voice heavy. “I did.”

He exhaled, the tension draining from his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

The dragon was now only a few steps away.

Lowering its massive head with visible effort, it drew in a painful breath. When it spoke, its voice was deep and ancient, cracked by suffering and exhaustion each word carrying the weight of centuries.

“O Dragonborn…”

Status

Main Level: 32 → (35->36 (after sleep))

Perk Points: 0 → (3 ->4 (after sleep))

Destruction: 69 → 72

Restoration: 45 → 50

Alteration: 28 → 32