This was going to be a one-shot from an idea I had, but there is just too much I want to write that it would be too long, I decided to make it into chapters how many I'm not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I'm still trying to learn the right way to use dovazulian for the chapter titles, so there might be a few errors in the chapter titles.
Tummah
The skies over Solstheim where darkening, roaring dragons could be heard in the distance as they reached his temple. Miraak stood there watching unfazed on top of his temple at the approaching assault. Reaching for his Dragon priest mask and taking it off his face, looking at it a symbol of his position and loyalties to the Dovah Thur.
Carelessly he tossed it aside it was a worthless symbol, he served a new master the Daedric Prince of knowledge and fate Hermaus Mora. A master who he would regret allying himself with. To show his new loyalties he had a new mask, one that would be more fitting for a servant of Hermaus Mora.
Battling the Dovah outside his temple was easy, killing them and devouring their soul making him stronger. Miraak's pawns fighting the foot soldiers of his opposition. It wasn't long before Vahlok made his way to Miraak.
"Traitor!" Vahlok spat "You will meet your end on this day!"
Miraak couldn't help to chuckle at this bold declaration. "No Vahlok, it is you and the Dovah you blindly follow who will meet their end on this day" he arrogantly replied before charging at his opponent.
The battle felt like a blur of swords clashing, spells and shouts. Miraak could feel the ground shaking beneath them, Vahlock was strong for a normal Dragon priest. But he was nothing the Lon Dovahkiin or so he believed, Mirrakl's focus was solely on his opponent, he almost missed the sight of a far off archer shooting at him, she swiftly turned and swung his sword to deflect the arrows, followed by a retaliating lightning bolt spell.
With his back turned on Vahlok, this was the opportunity the Dovah-Sonaak needed to end this. Vahlokl impaled his sword through Miraak's back, the Dragonborn fell to his knees in pain. Vahlok stood in front of his enemy, reading to deal the killing blow.
"You brought this on yourself Miraak..." Vahlok spoke in a melancholic tone, raising his blade. "I warned you about those books, and now it has come to this, now you will die here, no one will mourn your death" he spoke as he raised his sword before he could swing the blade Vahlok saw eldritch tendrils coming out of a pitch dark ink-like spill, obstructing him from killing Miraak.
Before his eyes, Miraak was gone to think Hermaus Mora saved the Dovahkiin. Miraak's life might have been saved by the Daedric Prince of Fate and Knowledge, Vahlok knew Miraak would eventually come back, and once he did Miraak will face his end. Vahlok walked out of the temple and declared that the traitor was defeated. Both sides seemed to stop their battling, those who fought for Miraak where captured, while others managed to flee. The victorious Dovah-Sonaak vowed to the Dovah that he will be vigilant for the traitor's return.
Eras passed and all traces of Miraak where gone his temple laid in ruins, his name forgotten only known as a traitor by the Skall who have kept the tale of the battle, except his discarded mask laying there under dirt and ashes, until it was finally unearthed.
Man I haven't written a fanfic in a while but I hope this was still a good start.