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The Glass Saga

Chapter 1
The Glass Army (1)

Dragonborn, Archmage, Harbringer of the Companions, Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, Nightingale, Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, thane of all nine holds, General of the Stormcloaks, member of the Dawnguard, the list goes on and on.

Valer had done it all. He slew dragons, saved the world a few times, and defeated the Nordic god of destruction: Alduin the World-Eater. Who would have thought that the man he unintentionally saved from death would be his ultimate demise. Fate, or whatever force out there, works in strange ways.

He was above the Throat of the World, flying. Suddenly, he tumbled onto the clearing, unable to move. A dark green dragon loomed over him, somewhat resembeling Alduin. He looked towards the peak and saw... a dragon skeleton perched on the peak? Fire quickly began to cloud his vision, and the last thing he saw was a silhouetted figure standing beside him.

" ...Talos, I Love You!" Someone shouted from outside. Valer quickly woke up and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 'Damn you Heimskr! Do you ever shut up?', Valer thought as he closed his eyes again. 'Next chance I get, I'm moving back to Lakeview.' He'd been having the same dream for the past few weeks, and it made no sense. He never slept until the dream appeared. His inner werewolf made sure of that. But the dream, and the dragon... He knew it wasn't Alduin. There was just something about it that sent a chill through his spine.

He had never really feared anyone or thing except Alduin (with miraak as another exception). The 17th of Last Seed is stored in his mind. When Alduin looked at him, it made his blood stop flowing, and the thought of Miraak... well, the very thought that he would fail to beat him scared him. But apparently he wasn't the only one who was afraid. Alduin himself fled to another REALM to escape from him. Miraak was afraid of being killed by his usurper and Hermaus. Even Hermaus Mora was afraid of Miraak. But this dragon was... different. Not very antagonistic, but different. The skeletal dragon was strange because he only knew of one, which he dealt with in the Labyrinthian. The figure was the most confusing. It wasn't visible with all of the snow.

He decided to talk to Paarthurnax about it. Valer turned to see Serana (his wife) gone. He didn't mind though, since she sometimes went to work at the inn before dawn. It seemed only natural that the two would marry. They shared a lot in common. He sluggishly put on his steel armor and left to face the always troublesome, yet exhilarating day.

-Whiterun-

Walking out the front door, he was met with the sight of empty streets. Not that the streets of Whiterun were ever packed, but there were definetly less people than usual. No kids, no black smiths (except Eorlund), no market sellers. Even the amount of guards seemed to have decreased. He walked towards the inn to check on Serana, but then, Heimskr started yelling again. Valer turned on his heels and headed his way.

"...all of Tamri-" Heimskr was cut off.

"Gaan!"

Suddenly, Heimskr's enthusiasm faded away, and he passed out.
Valer wasted no time dragging his body to his tent (since his house was destroyed during the war). 'I didn't know the old man was that weak!' he thought, smiling in satisfaction.

He started walking towards the inn again (with no witnesses).

-Inside-

A lone bard sat, tuning his lute, the innkeeper tidying up, and Serana wiping a glass chalice dry (which were imported from Cyrodiil). Valer strolled over to her.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed for the day." She said, still looking down at the cup.

He leaned on the counter. "Well, I'm not your average customer."
She looked up, and dropped the chalice in surprise. It shattered against the wooden floor.

"That's coming out of your pay check!" The innkeeper yelled, already crimson red.

"I-I'm-" She stammered.

As he was yelling away at her for breaking NEARLY priceless merchandise, Valer slowly turned to him.

"Kaan Drem Ov!"

"And you-you...you...aah forget it, I'll take care of it." The innkeeper said, walking upstairs.

She smiled at him. "I love being your wife."

"Really." He said, turning back to her. He wrinkled his nose. "Can we talk?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Sure..."

Serana walked around the counter and led him to a room. He wrinkled his nose. "Have you noticed the lack of people in Whiterun?"

"That explains the lack of customers," She said, "and not hearing Heimskr's yelling."

He smiled inwardly, ignoring her knowing look. Just as he was about to speak, the bard started playing an unfamiliar tune.

"The army of glass
Every century pass
The frozen waters
Shaking it with their mass
Great men travel
Across the vast sea
To fall into the ranks
Of the army of glass"

Valer and Serana walked out of the room, and stood by the man.
"Where did you hear that song?" Valer asked.

The bard stopped and gave Valer a wary look. "You're not from around here are you?" He said.

"Not that I know of."

The bard looked at him, even more confused. He'd never heard anyone say something like that. His eyes slowly widened once he realized who he was.

"Dragonborn!" He said, nearly dropping his lute. "I-I meant no disrespect! I-" Valer placed a hand on his shoulder, calming him down.

"No need to apologize. Happens all the time." He said bringing a seat for Serana while sitting himself. "What's your name?"

The bard took a deep breath and relaxed. He was a scrawny Breton with long dark hair and little meat on him. It would be no caricature to say he looked slightly healthier than a draugr. "Soran, from Dragonbridge."

"My name is Valer, and this is Serana." Valer said, extending his hand. He took it nervously.

"Now about that song." He said, turning serious. "Does it have any connections to the missing people of Whiterun?" Serana rolled her eyes. 'Straight to the point.'

The bard raised an eyebrow. "Missing? They aren't missing. They all went to see..." He looked side to side, and leaned forward. "...them."

Valer glanced at Serana, who shrugged. "Who's 'them'?"

The bard scoffed. "The Glass Army, of course!" He started examining his lute. "I was just playing an old song from-."

Serana almost shouted. "The Glass Army?!"

He nodded.

"Shouldn't they be dead?"

Soran had a look of confusion and interest. "You really don't know?"

Valer turned to Serana, one eyebrow raised. "You know about them?"

She gazed at the floor. "Yes. They were a group of knights that served the king of Atmora before... well, before it became the frozen wasteland it is today." She said shaking her head.

Soran went into full on storytelling mode. "Yes! They were legendary. Stories even say that one of them could take down an entire army with his bare hands!" He picked up his lute and started to play a tune, which Valer guessed was to set the mood. "They were originally an order of priests who guarded the secrets of the entity, Anu..."

'Oh, great. Another long story.' Valer thought.

Well, I hope you readers enjoyed this chapter. This is my first fan fiction, and the first chapter of many. Leave a review and tell me what you think!

Dovahzul (Dragon Language) used:
Gaan- (Stamina) The first word in the Drain Vitality Shout
Kaan Drem Ov- (Kyne Peace Trust) Kyne's Peace Shout

Who is The Glass Army?
Where are the people of Whiterun?
And will Heimskr ever shut up?
Find out next week.