Aeonian Hero
Aeonian-Adj-continuing forever or indefinitely
A/N: This is the Skyrim story that features the immortal Nerevarine being stuck as the Dovahkiin. She's not quite all there, at least that's what everyone says, but she does know that Alduin is a great conversationalist; even if he's cursing everything from her toes to her mother's mother.
Chapter One: Anew We Begin
Ralof watched the Imperial Legion load up their latest prisoner, a Dunmeri female who had been found sound asleep under a great tree. He wondered why they had even bothered; pondering on how the men had seemed almost like they were sleepwalking as they did so. The exotic, even for a Mer, female was clad in Daedric armor. He had only previously heard tell of the fabled armor, and on top of that she was armed to the teeth with Daedric weaponry of all kinds. He was sure he had spotted at least two daggers and shortswords, a katana like the Blades had had but much bigger, and a bow. Ralof got the feeling they really should have just left her alone.
Almost frightened, he watched as the slumbering beauty stirred. "Oh my…It seems someone is bent on bringing the Apocalypse again." Ralof ignored her obviously insane ramblings and introduced himself and his King, completely forgetting about the cowardly horse thief. She nodded cordially and spoke politely, as one should when they are held hostage with rebel royalty. You never knew when being nice to royalty came in handy. "I am Nerevar of House Telvanni, among many, many other things." Ralof nodded in return and watched with wide eyes as she stretched her arms out; he had watched them bind her so how had she gotten free? "Like they could ever trap a Fox like me." Was all that she said in response to his silent question, as she then ungagged Ulfric. "Thank you for that Dunmer." Her eyes narrowed at Ulfric like she had caught sight of a skeever in her underwear drawer. "I have a name Nord and I have given it. Or are you truly without your cherished Nordic honor?" His king glared and she put the gag back in, much to Ralof's guilty amusement. The wagon was silent as they entered Helgen, with only the people of the town talking to break the suffocating silence.
They all listened as a little boy protested he wanted to watch their execution causing Nerevar to turn to the child and his father, shooting them a grin with too many of her teeth displayed. "I'm sure your son will make a fine recruit for the Brotherhood. Good luck and may the Dark Mother never seek your head child!" She grinned as the child paled and the father turned to look upon his son with horrified eyes. She was pleased by how the insolent brat shut his trap finally; Martin would have scolded her for her actions along with Vivec. After that she paid no attention to anything really, until she heard the virago of a Legionnaire demand she get down on the chopping block with the masked executioner hoisting his axe. Nerevar had learned much about the Legion while Martin had still lived and she knew the Legion never ever changed unless it had no other option. So she spoke as formally as she could, drawing on her time as various Guildmasters and Head of House Telvanni, and spoke in the third person as nobility was fond of doing in order to lure the virago in. "This one is currently innocent of wrongdoings. This one knows the Legion's Code. For trying to execute this one without evidence or trial, even under martial law, your life is forfeit to this one." Calmly she drew her dai-katana and loped off the offending woman's head without as much as a twitch. She sniffed at the corpse imperiously, remembering how a Telvanni was supposed to act during such times. "Trash should know their place. At this one's feet."
No one dared to breathe as they watched Nerevar gaze upon the corpse in distain, except the Stormcloaks who were resisting the urge to laugh. A trembling Legionnaire stepped forwards. "You're free to go Lady Nerevar, our deepest apologies for our former Captain's offenses. She will be expelled from the Legion due to dishonorable conduct posthumously on the orders of our General." She nodded and blatantly cast upon him a bright green spell without care for the couple dozen witnesses, including the general of the entire Legion. "You will return unto me my pack and coin in their entirety." The Legionnaire's eyes glazed over and he grinned like a skooma addict on a high. "I should bring Lady Nerevar's things to her." The Legionnaire worked quickly and returned her things to her, with nary an item or septim missing. It was then the Dragon swooped down and scorched the executioner.
The villagers started screaming, the Stormcloaks ran for cover, and Nerevar smiled widely at the Black Dragon that hovered in front of her. The Dragon could not give her an eyebrow arch, but she knew on the inside he was. "Strange…you do not fear me Kril Joor." Nerevar shrugged with a mischievous grin; somehow she understood the language he had spoken, 'Brave Mortal' indeed. "I'm no Joor. But I was admiring your Brit scales Norok Dovah, they're very nice and as a Fox I do appreciate the pretty things in life." The Dragon landed and took a step forwards and lowered his head to look into the eyes of the mortal who addressed him as 'Fiercest Dragon', neither paying attention to the awestruck audience. "I am Alduin. Do you fear me now not-Joor?" She looked surprised, carmine eyes widening a bit, before shaking her head. "No. I do not Alduin." He snorted, blowing a jet of fire into the ground. "Foolish, Sahrot, Dovakiin." Mighty was a word suited to one who felt no fear due to him. Alduin launched himself into the air only to find someone had hitched a ride on his back. Alduin roared wordlessly in fury as he heard the Daanik, doomed, female Dovahkiin giggle. No one dared to move as Alduin roared his fury and barrel rolled, trying to dislodge the happy Dunmer upon his mighty onyx back. "Wheeeee!"
The Stormcloaks watched deadpan as Alduin accidentally began to burn Helgen to the ground as he tried to hit the obviously insane Dunmeri female. In his tower Ulfric turned to Ralof. "Am I hallucinating this?" Ralof impressively resisted the urge to use sarcasm and satire on his Jarl. "No my Jarl." Ulfrin turned to his men, not knowing a certain general was about to say about the exact same thing. "Who else thinks this 'Nerevar' would make a fine Stormcloak?" All nodded vigorously. Meanwhile Nerevar was having the time of her life! When Martin had turned into a Dragon she had been envious, till Akatosh had left Martin a statue for all his troubles, but now she could fly too! She called out to her new Dragon friend Alduin. "This is wonderful! I'm having the time of my life!" Alduin said something she could not quite make out, but she was sure he was insulting everything from her toes to her ancestry. Using her strong thighs to grip his back, she began to pry off a handful of the fist sized onyx scales, which made Alduin more than a little upset. Quickly the kleptomaniac Fox pocketed her treasures just before Alduin finally managed to scrape her off his back with a particularly tricky aerial maneuver. She actually had no idea a Dragon could bend like that, let alone in midair! Too bad for Alduin that she performed an Intervention just before his ivory white teeth could close around her.
That was when Alduin made Helgen a massacre to remember.
When Nerevar fell into a stream in some town in front of some shrine, all she could do was giggle at the remembered look in Alduin's eyes. She paid no attention to the people who were staring at the apparent mage who had fallen from thin air. She thought to herself idly as she picked herself up and dried herself with a quick spell 'It's too bad Alduin's a Dragon bent on eating Nirn. He was quite the conversationalist. Though I'm curious how I knew his language… Eh, must be something to do with the latest Prophecy.'