Prologue pt 1: Dovah rising

The armor was starting to flake and fall in small pieces with every hit he received, leaving parts of its majesty to be joined with the dirt of the ground as the wyrm in from of him edged ever so closer. Blood dripped into his vision, turning the already dim background dimmer, irritating the warrior even more as he went to wipe it away. Wrong move. The beast lunged, slamming its snout into his chest yet agin, further damaging the truly one of a kind armor even more. Worse yet, stunning him. His sword lay on the other side of the battlefield, behind the creature. All he had left was his shield and he could barely lift it to defend himself from the organic battering-ram of a demigod that stood before him. If he could sleep. Sleep was so important. Rest. Yes, rest. His eyes drooped as his head dropped. Goodnight.

"Hang in there Dovahkiin!"

A male, battle-hardened, concerned. For him? Why now? Where was he? Why would some random stranger care who he was?

"You will not slay him here Alduin!" A female's voice.

Alduin.

Alduin.

Alduin.

It sounded familiar. Dovahkiin did too. Why did all that sound so familiar? He really needed to sleep. The pain was just too much to take.

"Hi joor los mey. Wah lorot tol hi vis kuz nau Alduin! Zu'u fen krii faal Dovahkiin ko Sovnegarde! He is mine alone! FUS RO DAH!"

The young man's mind finally came to. He almost fell asleep due to pain in a fight with the ultimate enemy. The first born, the strongest, Alduin. The world-eater himself. He wanted a fair fight. One on one. Man versus dragon. That was a grave mistake. Once he was caught in the talons of the drake and dropped 30 feet the fight was essentially over. But Alduin wouldn't kill him yet. He kept standing in defiance to Alduin, to the beast and it amused Alduin to no end that his prey would continue to defy him until he died. It was just a matter of time. No need to waste good energy to send him into the abyss below or blast him into the cliff face of one of the many mountains here in the Nordic heaven. Silly redguard. Silly Dragonborn. Silly Dovahkiin.

But that was before the three ancient warriors decided to interfere in the battle now. They would die again. Their energy, their strength, their power would be a boost to his already immense strength. The dragonborn would have no change then. The smallest of taps would break bones. A bite would kill him before his maw closed and shouting – Aura Whisper could kill the already doomed hero. He let out an amused chuckled as the extra insects scattered away from him by the sheer force of his voice. The old man that used the Kel last time, was sent off the cliff into the abyss. Whether he lived or not, didn't matter, he wasn't coming back.

"Felldir…no." Ah, so he is still awake. Good. So pathetic.

"You were ready to slay me on Monahven. What happened to the energy? What happened to the agility and boastfulness? What happened Dovahkiin?"

He could hear the mockery but couldn't make out the words. All he could see was red and taste iron. Alduin's gaze was on him that was for sure. The last thing he could clearly see was Felldir taking a plunge. Whale-bone bridge was destroyed long ago when the fighting started. Tsun barely made it back to Shor's Hall before it collapsed, leaving him and the other spectators isolated on the other side watching the battle.

Yol.

It was a weak shout in a general direction that hit something before the ground simply ceased to exist and was instantly replaced by the rock face of a mountain. His dragon plate shield also seemed to simply cease to exist. All that was left was a half broken Dragonbone Armor, gauntlets and boots and helm. Having a hood would not be beneficial for the fight. Once he was on all fours, blood dripped from his head straight to the ground, tinting it something fierce. So his blood was red and made silly shapes on the ground, that's something you don't see everyday. And it was slowly moving away from him. Wait, why was the ground moving away? Come ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaaa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaaaaack!

Alduin lifted him up by the armor plates that covered his back and shook. And kept on shaking until he simply let go and watched as his prey flew, bounced and rolled to the foot of a boulder, splitting off the remnants of the back plates of the armor and causing him to spit up blood.

"Hi faan tol dovah zaan? Hi faan mii hin Thu'um? Tol lost sahlo. Nu vos zey genun hi vir niidro drehlaan."

FUS RO!

Alduin displayed his mastery over his Voice, his Thu'um. Two words. Two words was all it took to send the young Dragonborn through the boulder, shattering it and sending him into the mountain, causing a rockslide to fall around the hero, crushing his arms, breaking his arms, shattering his spirit. But Alduin was not done. The other two ancient heroes were advancing on him, shakily but still moving towards him. The girl he killed last time had her left arm hanging limply at her side. A sword in her right arm. Gormlaith. Yes. The memory brought a smile. Hakon, fared better but still wobbly. But first...

FUS RO DAH!

The rock slide was now complete including a humongous boulder that crushed the smaller rocks surrounding the Dragonborn and sealing him in the face of the rock and the Dragonborn would either die there in the makeshift grave or with Alduin when he finished with these two nuisances. Alduin turned toward the slowly advancing duo and took to the skies, laughing.

Dovahkiin, hi kent morah. Focus.

Who is this?

You. I'm your dragon spirit.

My drag-dragon spirit?

Geh. Yes.

I hurt too much to argue now. Why are you here?

You have lost faith in yourself.

I just want to sleep.

If you sleep, the world burns. It dies. Dir.

I hurt so much. Good—

I DID NOT GIVE UP MY SOUL, DII SIL, FOR YOU TO GIVE UP NOW!

Wha-what do you mean?

Hakon ducked as Alduin soared over him, the downdraft from the wing beats driving him into the ground. Gormlaith barely dodged the ball of flame that was shot her. Her arm was writhing in pain as she landed on it. Broken. In several places. She wiped the dirt and sweat out of her eyes as she tried to ignore thumping in her head, keeping track of the flying worm, the calls of her companions from the Hall across the chasm to drop down, which she reacted to late but due to quicker thinking, Hakon but his greatsword in the way of Alduin's mouth before it could close around Gormlaith, for a second time. Oblivion be damned if let his die again. Surprised by the pointed object inserted into his mouth, Alduin reared his head back, bit down bending the blade until it snapped, spat it out and roared bloody murder, shaking the very skies above.

All sorts of hell broke loose at this.

Alduin stared down the severely weakened duo. Both were broken, there was only one sword for the two and it was dull at this point. The dragonborn's gleaming staright sword was lost during the climax of their one on one brutal slugfest.

"The time has come for all good joor to die!" Embers fell from his mouth, blotching the ground below his head black. He pulled back, gathered his strength and made sure that his targets felt the impending doom of their death. He was going to finally finish this, over a millennia of waiting, being stuck in a time stream, revenge was his.

Yol To

Fo!

Alduin's head jerked to the right, his fire breath exploding in his mouth, slightly charring his face and smoke flowing out while a thin coating of ice turned to water and dripped down the left side of maw. The insolent fool that dared to attack him. He looked to his behind and left to where the shout came from. The old man lived. And he held the sword of the dual straight edged sword of the Dragonborn. How?! He flicked that thing away and the old man he dropped into the abyss. However the answer, he looked nearly dead. That shout nearly depleted him of all his energy.

"Felldir!" The woman cried out.

"I'm still here Alduin. I can still fight."

His breath was ragged, robes torn and filthy. He stood on shaking legs as he slowly brought the sword in front of him.

"Meyus jul. Only a foolish man will attempt to defy a dovah in a weakened state and by himself."

Alduin turned around fully to face Felldir, taking a quick swipe at the weak duo, sending them crashing down to the ground.

"The Dovahkiin is dying. His soul belongs to me and you raise his sword in defiance? Ha!"

"Man defeated you before and man can do it again!"

"Let's test your memory."

Felldir readied the blade in front of him. Time here in Sovngarde may have been kind to him, but he was still an old man. He wouldn't mount much offense and next to nothing in terms of defense. Dragonborn or no Dragonborn, Alduin must be stopped. He trudged forward, tired legs using up much of his remaining energy. The black dragon simply chuckled at the pitiful sight and simply jumped over the attacking man, if one could call it that. Felldir stumbled and fell in front of his friends. All three reunited, weakened, barely alive, but reunited. There was a change in the atmosphere.

Those in Shor's Hall could feel a cold draft, many figured it was due to Alduin and decided to see for themselves what was exactly happening. What they came to see was nothing short of surprising. Tsun was at the door of Shor's Hall, dejected. Whale Bone Bridge no longer existed and three heroes that went out with the Dragonborn were huddled together, broken, defeated. And Alduin backing up for what seemed to be his most powerful fire blast thus far, ready to permanently remove the three from existence and take their souls. And no Dragonborn in sight. Some started to sing.

"Dir."

Yol Toor – huh?

The ground started shaking and the sky started to darken, even more than it has been. The wind started to pick up and thunder began to roll. Alduin stared at the sky, the storm growing in strength. Lightning started to flash, splitting the sky, tinting it yellow with its unpredictable flashes. All eyes turn to the makeshift grave that Alduin made as the World Eater growls in confusion and anger. Lightning strikes the rock pile and an ear piercing clap of thunder and ground shaking roll of thunder follow right after.

-O DAH!

The boulder that served as the main blockage of the pile was sent flying across the path, shattering as it impacted on the other side. A bloody, broken hand reveals itself on the rocky sides. Twisted fingers doing their best to grip the dusty rock. The fingers twitch as they right themselves, repairing themselves. Healing.

After, the wrist, arm, elbow, more arm, shoulder, head all slowly emerge from the tomb. The Dragonborn emerges, broken, drenched in his own blood that had since dried and was now caked on him and the little remnants of his armor. His body follows suit of fingers as he stumbles and falls repeatedly as his body realigns, heals, and brings himself back to full strength. Each twitch, each jerk, each movement hurt but it was necessary for what was about to come.

"ALDUIN!"

His voice was strong. Louder than thunder.

True power comes from learning from ALL experiences. While one soul may give you its knowledge, it has learned from others. Learning from those that taught it, from those whose power it has absorbed. Very few dovah know of this. After returning to my Father, I made sure to learn from him, from the original source. To learn as much wisdom, knowledge, experience as I could before I could join with the chosen Dovahkiin.

So I can learn from the souls that were absorbed by the soul I just absorbed?

Exactly. It makes you stronger, faster, smarter. For no one Dovah can experience everything, be everywhere. We may live forever but we are still limited by the physicality of our bodies. Now heal yourself. We have a World Eater to defeat and a few trick up our sleeves as you joor say.

"Your reign of ter-terror ends tonight! It-it-it won't continue anymore."

"Vir? Vir los hi nahlaas?"

"You counted me out before you properly assured your victory. You let your pride take control instead of finishing me off. Also, Mul zin laas, is a code I live by. I have a strength that many only dream of. I fight with honor. No needless death and destruction. I fight for life. The life of the innocent and those who can't fight for themselves. I would explain more but your mind would explode with such concepts." His body righting itself, refilling with vigor, vitality and an energy that begged to be released.

Alduin roared.

"But I won't fight you like this. Oh no. You see, I'm full of surprises. Those three words not only describe the tenants of which I operate, but it is so much more. I am the first to rebel against you. The first to willing give up my soul to Father Akatosh himself and wait for the right time to return."

The dark one's eyes opened wide. No.

"I could not fight you directly but I have foreseen your defeat. Behold my name: MULZINLAAS! COME FORTH!"

Lightning struck the Last Dragonborn and a roar rang out across Sovngarde. The storm was now at full strength as it began to rain and lightning struck the ground, trees, and mountain tops and sides.

When the light cleared, a golden dragon stood before all. Power came off the winged creature in waves. It looked young but deadly. Spikes sharper than swords ran down the length of its back, starting as small points near the head, growing to be taller than men mid-back and ending at dagger height at the tail. The tail ended at a sharp point with curved spikes on its sides. It moved ever so slightly in anticipation of the fight to come. The head crests looked similar.

Alduin simply stared at a younger, golden version of himself.

"Zeymah."

"I'm back."

The two dovah rushed each other, banging their heads together in an effort to knock each other out. After three tries of ramming, they starting using them like clubs. Side spikes digging under scales, nearly gouging out eyes. The noise was sickening as spine and scale crashed against each other and the roars of pain echoed and filled the air. After a moment of rest both dragons took to the skies under an unspoken agreement. Words and idle talk no longer mattered. Things that needed to be said were said long ago when Alduin forsake his purpose. The two would fight as dov, all bets off. The strongest survives. Blasts of fire and ice poured from the pair in their bid for dominance. While both had power, Alduin had experience and was more ready for battle than a newly emerged dovah. But Mulzinlaas was observant, able to read into his older brother's moves and counter them properly. Generations of dragon knowledge flowing through his veins, making him able to dodge with the slightest of margins and able to put the correct amount of power behind each shout to make it more effective, instead of a full blown power blast that would drain a dragon of its energy. True power was something not easily explained but felt and through that, understood and applicable towards the day to day functions.

WULD NAH KEST

FEIM!

"Coward!"

"I don't want you're spikes in me Alduin. If I remember correctly, you ran while I could barely stand on Monahven. You, dear brother, are a coward. But allow me! WULD NAH KEST!"

Mulziinlaas moved so fast, so quick that along with impaling Alduin, he sent them both crashing to the ground despite Alduin biting his neck and scraping away at his back with his feet, ripping scales, leaving a gash on the left wing and drawing blood but Alduin clearly had the worse injury of the battle. The fight was taking its toll on him and having several puncture wounds to his under section would only make him weaker, so he bit harder and started a fireball in his maw.

YOL TOOR SHUL!

The inferno engulfed the head of the golden dragon earning a garbled, pained screech from him. He started to thrash blindly, back spines sinking deeper into Alduin, tearing to older Dovah apart from the inside out. HE suddenly felt weightless.

FUS RO DAH!

It had to have been one of the most creative uses of the voice ever witnessed. The power in the shout was immense as it carried two full grown dovah through the air and land several yards away on Alduin's back causing Mulzinlaas' spines to fully impale the dark drake. The scream was piercing, the writhing unbecoming and the blood flowed like a river down to ground. The gold dragon, still momentarily blinded from the fire blast, only could guess where they were and if his plan would work. The end result would either see him crushed under the weight of another dov or it would be his saving grace and end this fight. Glass half full. Glass half full. 'Laas was able to un-lodge himself from Alduin and both dragons tumbled to the ground in the great dual thuds and he was engulfed in a bright light and Ulwazi was left kneeling, in the very same legendary light Dragon Armor that he arrived him. Both combatants were panting and failing to stay awake. It was over and only one could be declared victor.

All the spectators had jaws on the floor. Sovngarde was witness to one of the most brutal fights of all time. A soft chuckle broke out through the labored breathing.

"That was a fight worthy of a dovah., Dovahkiin."

"You-you weren't too bad yourself. Wish it was longer though."

"Geh, but as you know, we cannot change it. So many possibilities." Alduin's voice was getting softer. "The dov now belong to you, zeymah. It-it is time for me to return to our father, to face punishment. Do know, I shall learn what you have learned and one day return to face you."

Ulwazi fell on his back. "I look forward to it. Just make sure it's years from now." The pair shared a pained laugh. "Ow, it hurts to laugh."

The familiar sound of scales being slowly burnt away and a bright flashes of multicolored grabbed the redguard's attention.

"Malur ofan osos do dii meyar suleyk. Brah nii pruzah, Dovahkiin. Til los zuk wah bo."

Ulwazi was surrounded by the energy, some of Alduin's knowledge and it entered him and it was a rush unlike anything he had ever felt. The sheer power of it, the skill to wield it, was overwhelming. It was amazing. And it was just a small part of Alduin's capabilities. So how had he won? By sheer dumb luck? True Power was a factor to the win but it was clearly nothing compared to vastness of this small section of power Alduin had just given him. It was too much to think about at the moment and he promptly passed out but not before uttering one final thing.

"Hi los unahzaal."

Paarthurnax could hear no more from the Time Wound. The epic battle that bled sound from the fighting grew silent days ago and there was still no sight nor sound of the Dragonborn or Alduin. He secretly hoped, along with the other dovah with him and quite possibly the rest of Taazokaan, that the Dragonborn would emerge victorious. He would hate to bring bad news to Lady Dragonborn but would not leave until he knew for sure. The dissonance caused by the Time Wound grew moved, rumbled and a figure took form. The Dragonborn.

"Welcome back, Ulwazi."

"Paarthurnax, zeymah. It's good to be home."

It was dark when he got to the Whiterun gates. It was a tiring trip. Bandits tried to get the drop on him several times. Maybe he should have taken that dragon escort but then again his arrival would have been announced and he really wanted to find his wife, daughters Lucia and Sofia, Scrug, a stray dog that followed him home, and Cotton. He wanted to be home so bad that he didn't even acknowledge the gate guards and just walked head first into the gate, knocking him down. If he wasn't paying attention after that, another crisis would have dropped into his lap: crowd control.

"Here's 200 septims each. You haven't seen me." With that and a yawn, Ulwazi pulled his hood up and walked through the gates, over the bridge and fumbled with his keys when the door opened and he was pulled into Breezehome and felt a pair of lips that he had been dying to feel since he embarked to Skuldafn.

"I missed- " He started softly.

"Nearly two weeks, you've been gone and you show up now?"

"Should I have stayed away?" He yawned.

"And you yawn in my…"

"Let's go to sleep."

"Carry me?" Without waiting for an answer Lady Dragonborn jumped into her husband's arms. It was a good thing that he changed out of the dragonscale armor at the nearly complete Breezehome Estate just outside Whiterun and into his hooded red robes because walking up those stairs in armor while his wife was wearing just a night gown would have been detrimental to his health. Plus, she got to feel him up too. Lovers comfort needs to start early. The pair fell into bed.

"Lydia, I love you."

"And I you, my thane."

He groaned, she giggled as she removed his hood and top robes leaving him in his shirt and pants.

"How tired are you darling?"

"Just what did you have in mind?"

"Blow out the candles and you might find out." She whispered. He grinned. The soft glow of the candles was put out by twin whispers of fo.

It was good to be home.

Word count: 3,773. Hehe.

Finally! DONE! Usage of mods in this, can you guess which? How was it? It is only part one of three before the actual story begins. I need to build up to it properly. Next one won't be as long but I have started to write it out. My current laptop that I use for school isn't booting up so I sent it in to get fixed. I'm quite surprised that my old one, which I am using right now, is still working. Hey, I'll take it.

What did you think? Should I even bother with anymore Skyrim? I worked hard on this, I would really like to know what you all think.

Lydia is Lady Dragonborn, which would mean that she and Paarthurnax had to have met at least once. Oh well. That was my first time writing a dragon fight. I hope it was alright. It just became a fight for survival real quick between the two at that point.

LL, you finally got your chapter. I want to hear from you.

Some translations courtesy of thu' and the dovazul app.

Hi joor los mey. Wah lorot tol hi vis kuz nau Alduin! Zu'u fen krii faal Dovahkiin ko Sovngarde!: You mortals are fools. To think that you can take on Alduin! I will kill the Dragonborn in Sovngarde!

Hi faan tol dovah zaan? Hi faan mii hin Thu'um? Tol lost sahlo. Nu vos zey genun hi vir niidro drehlaan.: You call that a dragon shout? You call that using your Thu'um? That was weak. Now let me show you how it's done.

Dovahkiin, hi kent morah. – Dragonborn, you must focus.

"Vir? Vir los hi nahlaas?"

How? How are you alive?

Mul zin laas – Strength Honor Life

A parting gift; some of my own power. Use it well, Dovahkiin. There is more to come. : Malur ofan osos do dii meyar suleyk. Brah nii pruzah, Dovahkiin. Til los zuk wah bo.