Summary: For weeks, there has been peace and no dragon attacks, or even sightings. That is, until the Dragonborn, Roran,finds a new prophecy wall in Sky Haven Temple that predicts the return of the mother of dragons
A/N: This may suck, but it's just to get the story going.
Roran staggered into the Sky Haven Temple, arms laden with a week load of supplies for the rest of the Blades.
"Finally you get back." Delphine said as he entered the commons area and threw his bags onto the table.
"Why can't we just pay someone to do this?" Roran asked with a sigh.
"Because we need the money for other things. Come on, Adrianne has been waiting for that ebony." Roran sighed again and searched through the stock for the ebony ingots and followed Delphine onto the overlook where Adrianne had set up some of her forging equipment. Since there were two Blacksmiths in Whiterun, Roran had offered Adrianne the chance to do work for the Blades and earn more coin in the process. The others were outside as well. Lydia and Mjoll were absently chatting while watching Jenassa and Aela firing arrows at targets. Torvar and Argis were sparring with J'Zargo and Marcurio were blasting fire bolts into the air. Everyone greeted the Dragonborn as he approached before racing back into the temple to eat.
"Hello, Dragonborn." Adrianne said as she accepted the ingots. "Slow week huh?"
"You have no idea. " He looked at Delphine. "Do you think we killed all the dragons?"
The woman scoffed. "Of course not."
"Is it possible that they've all disappeared?" Adrianne asked.
"I don't know, but their absence is concerning. I'll go talk to Esbern." She put a hand on Roran's shoulder. "You should go rest. I'll wake you if there's any news."
Roran nodded and went back into the temple. He walked down to the baths, shed his Blades armor and sunk down into the hot spring. He scrubbed his chest and rubbed soap into his long brown hair with a sigh. Before the sudden disappearance of the dragons moments like these were hard to come by. Now, they were mundane occurrences and he realized that he didn't like this at all. The Blades needed to be kept active. Perhaps they could try to put an end to this stupid civil war. He finished his bath and put on one of the fur loincloths that were kept in the baths and made his way to the barracks. Halfway there, he became aware of a strange rustling noise. Delphine came around the corner. "No,Wait!" Too late. The entire floor caved in, taking Roran and Delphine with it.
"Oh, my head." Delphine groaned as she slowly shifted herself through the rubble surrounding her and got to her feet. Roran was already up, having used one of his Shouts to extract himself from the debris. He looked up at the giant hole above them and sighed. "Are you alright?" Delphine asked, seeing blood on his back.
"I'm fine. Where the hell are we?" They were in some kind of cavern. Roran cast a few magelight spells into the air and it illuminated a great wall, depicting dozens and dozens of dragons. Alduin's wall could hardly compare to the size of it. "What is this?" There were dragons of every shape and size, and at the very bottom there were small one, babies, and eggs. "I thought the only dragons were only those that Alduin was bringing back to life."
"Apparently not." Delphine said. "But look, Alduin is at the top." Sure enough, there was the great black dragon, kneeling with his great wings spread, in front of what appeared to be a human woman.
"Who is that?" Roran asked.
"I don't know. It's like they're gathering, to bow to her." She stepped forward and began wiping at the bottom of the wall, clearing away the dust.
"There are words."
"Can you read them?"
"Barely. I'm not as good as Esbern, but I think I can make it out." Roran cast a few more magelights. "It says, All Akavir, kin of Akatosh will reclaim the world. All will bow as the dragonborn is defeated and her great son, Alduin spared. All children will bow to the mother. The Mother of Dragons."