A Bedtime Story about the Dragon Bridge

Bedtime Stories, Vol.

“Son, let me tell you a story.”

“C’mon Dad, I can’t help you on your trip to the city if I don’t get any sleep tonight.”

“Son, this is important.”

“What could be so important-”

“Shush. This story is about our town, and where we come from is important to

Nords like us.”

“Yeah, alright, but couldn’t you tell me about it tomorrow?”

“No. So, once upon a time-”

Sigh

So, once upon a time, there was no Dragon Bridge, because there wasn’t a Dragon Bridge. But one day, someone built it, and there was a reason for our town to spring up here.”

“Thanks Dad, nice story, now can I get to bed?”

“I’m not done. No one knows for sure who built the bridge or why it has a dragon head on it, but there are a few takes on why. One is that once a great stone dragon roamed the land, in the days of Tiber Septim. It kept harassing the Nords Tiber wanted to join his army, so he went off on a hunt alone, and for days he wasn’t seen, until he was spotted riding on the great beast’s back and battling it. Legend has it that he forced it down toward the river, and when it spread out its wings he stabbed it then cut it in two under its armpits.”

“I’ve never heard that legend.”

“Well, now you have.”

“Sounds fake to me.”

“Maybe it is a little far-fetched. But not so far-fetched as—”

Yawn "I don’t need to hear every legend, Dad.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you what I think and then I’ll let you get to sleep.”

“Thank you.”

“My money’s on the ancient Nords; if I had to guess, I’d say they built it some time either soon before or after the Dragon War. Before, I’d assume they’d have built it at the behest of the Dragons, like everything else then, but I like the irony that after their liberation, the Nords would be walking on their oppressors. What do you think?”

“You know, Dad, I think they built the bridge so they could cross the river.”

“Oh, you’re no fun. Now go to sleep. Something you should take to heart, son, is that things are never so mundane. To live in Skyrim is to change your mind ten times a day lest it freeze to death.”