So hey, first fanfiction here, don't go too hard on me!
It basically encompasses the story of the dragonborn Dwemer, and what happens after he finds out about his blessing. I don't want to reveal too much, so read on and I hope you enjoy!
Alduin POV
He surveyed the world below silently, brooding almost, yet savagely gleeful, as his kin were slain beneath him. He was the world eater after all, so what could be expected of other than a love for destruction? The betrayal of one of his most trusted advisors had caused the current bloodshed, and sweet as it was, it was time to reinstate the balance of the forces of nature.
His gentle glide transformed into a violent, steep dive, air roaring past him as he swooped. He opened his wings and swung down in a near graceful fashion landing on the wall with a crash, the earth trembling as he righted himself.
Before him stood three Nords. Two men and a woman, weapons raised. He spoke to them in the dragon tongue, before pushing with his powerful hind legs towards the sky.
Suddenly, he felt a force hit his body, and suddenly he was falling from the sky, blue flames flaying the flying magic from him. He heard the words "Joor Zah Frul" and realised what they meant.
The words "mortal", "finite" and "temporary" echoed around his head over and over as he was dragged to the floor. Dread filled him as he realised what was to happen. As quickly as it appeared though, it was gone, evolving into anger and rage. He shifted in the air and landed, and knew who had given the mortals their voice.
He knew that Paarthurnax had defected, but to go to an absurdity as far as teaching the mortals the ancient magic of the dov? It was unheard of. And once he had dealt with these three puny humans, he would see to it that it was never heard of again.
His claws dug into the soft snow atop the throat of the world and the three Nords attacked. First the woman, then the two men. he pit and slashed at them all, and saw the oppurtunity.
His head darted out like a cobra, jaws snatching around the woman's waist and teeth puncturing through her armour and into her gut like arrows into hay. He lifted his head and swung her lazily over his shoulder. She cartwheeled through the air and flew of the mountainside, dead.
he spun around to face the young man and opened his mouth, releasing a torrent of flame towards him, he ducked and buried himself in the snow, shouting to the other about an Elder Scroll.
He span around, confused, but realised too late what was happening. From his sleeve the old man had drawn a metre long golden tube, studded with amethysts. He opened the side and unrolled the scroll.
Its surface blazed white with magic and suddenly the dragon felt a rushing, pulling sensation it dragged him along before it picked up speed, dragging him into the portal that had opened behind him. He was dragged through and as the portal closed a bright flash exploded forth from the spot where he had been.
The dragon turned around and all he saw was a burning white glow, with streaks of green rushing past. He tried to figure out where he was before the pulling sensation returned and he was blasted out of wherever he was.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed that! It was interesting to write from the POV of a dragon, especially in such a chaotic scene. I tried to include Alduin's enjoyment of destruction in, but I'm not too sure how well I did. Anyways, reviews/favourites are appreciated! Till next time!
