Hey guys!
Well this is my first fic ever and I'm really nervous about it. Please tell me what do you guys think about it. =)
The cover art is mine. Is what the female mc looks like.
A huge thanks to Peppermint Clouds for being my Beta!
Chapter 01: The Fall
A thin coat of moisture clung to her skin as she tossed and turned in the bed. Feeling that something was pulling at her nightclothes, she held into the sheets for her dear life, her eyelids flickering as she dreamt.
It was no use.
She opened her eyes, wishing to see the star-dotted heavens. Sovngarde. In the distance she can see the black wings unfold and follows until she can no more, some supernatural force holding her in place.
It's a vision, she realizes. High above her in the sky, the Black Dragon roars as it looks past her at the World below.
She follows its gaze as she hears a Shout, and is shocked to find herself looking into a cloud of mist, which fades to reveal several figures, all crouched and ready for battle. Her eyes narrow as the recognition dawns on her. It is Gormlaith, Felildir and Hakon, the three fouls that once attempted to defeat the Great Dragon. She scoffed at the idea; all they could ever do was delay its conquer.
Not anymore. Finally, the day has come for Alduin the World Eater to fulfil his mission. Smirking at the thought, she fails to notice the last figure.
"Dovahkiin do not realize it is fruitless? I cannot be defeated," Alduin speaks. Dovahkiin?
"It's certainly worth a try though!" the figure responds. He was a tall man with light brown hair that stood his ground. Fool.
He was brave to taunt the World Eater like this.
The man charges at the dragon and Shouts, "JOOR ZAH FRUL."
Her eyes widen slightly. She can sense the great power in his words, for she has heard them before. Dragonrend. She gritted her teeth as the Shout bursts forth, and the dragon crashes to the ground, unable to retreat to the skies as long as the blue aura encases its body.
The next moments passed as a blur to her as she saw said Dovahkiin swing his sword at the black dragon, who fought back as much as he could. The sword was a beautiful thing to behold, a gold blade that shone a soft light upon the ground.
The Dovahkiin charged forward at the dragon, who snapped its jaws, barely missing his arm. The man ducked and at the side of the dragon's neck. Alduin roared in pain and brought his wings down, smacking the Dragonborn and sending him flying back hard.
Gormlaith wielded her ancient sword and dashed for the dragon's back while Hakon went for it's right side with his longsword. Felildir stayed back to provide cover for them.
Gormlaith slashed Alduin's back as Hakon drove his longsword into the ebony scales of the dragon's chest. Alduin, enraged, hit Gormlaith with his tail, sending her away as his wings smashed into Hakon's abdomen. The young woman on the hill winced at the sight, imagining the terrible pain.
With the two out of the way, Alduin charges at the old man, trapping him in his powerful maw. He was about to devour the man's soul when an arrow flies through the air and makes its way into the bleeding gash on his neck, pulling a pained cry from the dragon's maw and forcing him to release his victim.
The Dragonborn is on his feet in seconds with an arrow drawn. Alduin makes his way to him and Shouts, "YOL." A blast of fire shoots in the man's direction, but he dodges, dropping his bow and taking up his sword as he runs towards the quickly approaching dragon.
The blue light begins to fade and the Dragonborn realizes that he doesn't have much time before the dragon takes back to the skies again. He charges at the dragon's neck and dodges a bite before the dragon's wings hit him. He ducks and swings his sword at the hard cartilage of the wing.
A sickening crack is heard and the dragon let loose a pained cry. The wing is most definitely broken, trapping him on the ground. He rests his head, panting heavily as the Dragonborn steps closer.
The young woman gasped in shock as she watched, but she could not bring herself to move.
"A downed dragon is a dead dragon," The Dragonborn says, raising his sword.
"It is not over yet," Alduin growled without lifting his head.
"At matter of fact Alduin, it is. Accept your defeat."
A maniacal draconic laugh comes from the doomed dragon. "You're a foolish Dovahkiin if that is what you believe. I may be defeated but I will rise again, for I am immortal and will not rest until I fulfil my duty as World Eater. Until then, my blood will finish what I've started. The Dovah will rule once more. Dov will not be erased by jul once more. The True War will be upon Keizaal, Skyrim. Which side will you choose?"
Alduin closed his eyes and waited, a small smile upon his maw as the blade came down on his neck. His body trembled for a few sparse seconds before erupting into flames that slowly consumed his black scales and bones until nothing was left.
The Dragonborn fell to his knees and leaned against his sword pommel,a victorious scream ripping its way past his lips.
And so all souls in Sovngarde hailed the Dragonborn, the Hero.
The young woman was frozen on the top of the hill, refusing to let his words sink in. Her legs trembled and she collapsed onto her hands and knees, staring at the ground as tears slipped down her cheeks. She let them fall and screamed at the top of her lungs as the World around her began to fade. She didn't care, she knew they could not hear her.
The man down on the hill looked up to the place where she once stood as the last fragments of the vision were whisked away from her.
She woke up in her bed, her hands clenched into fists as her nails dug deep in her skin and formed small cuts, which had started to bleed.
She heard the fuss outside and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to lose what little comfort the warm sheets brought her. The dragons knew. She wondered how many of them would stay loyal, for their leader was defeated.
The Black Wings.
Akatosh's first son.
The World Eater, Alduin.
Her Bormah, her father.
A voice rings at her head. "Dii Brii, my Beauty. Our Drog, your Bormah was defeated by the Dovahkiin's tuz." [Dragonborn's blade.]
She growled and got up, going to the balcony door and opening it at full force. A giant white dragon was waiting for her outside. "Geh, zu'u mindok Winsilviir." [Yes, I know Winsilviir.]
Winsilviir-the white dragon-looked to the skies, to the other dragons, some of them flying away. "Dovah yah suleyk, nu Dovahkiin lost nii." [Dragons seek power, now the Dragonborn has it.]
This leaves a bitter taste in her tongue. "Traitors! I'll not tolerate betrayal! If they choose the Dragonborn so they'll get what is coming for them! I'll make this land acknowledge what a true war feels like."
The dragon stared at the young woman, with her long ebony hair loose in the wind and her red eyes burning with an eternal fire, just like her father's. She may not be a dragon outside, but she is for sure a true Dovah within. "Dreh dii Brii says that she'll finish what Alduin started?"
She gave him a wicked smile. "Geh, dii fahdon aav zu'u wah al jul?" [Yes, my friend will join me to destroy the mankind?]
"Geh, zu'u bah mah kotin beyn, dii Kulass Aelise." [Yes, my wrath will fall upon the scorn, my Princess Aelise.]
"Lot." [Great.]
She turned and went back to her room. She'll start soon enough. But first she has some introduces to do.