There is something off about the way I've written this Fic. I cannot seem to place it, but there is something missing. I would REALLY appreciate it if someone here could help me out to tell me what is actually missing. Please and thank you!

I also have posted this on my Wattpad account, same pen name, just in case anyone is wondering. Marvel owns the characters and My Character is my own.

It happened in an instant. One moment she was flying atop a great dragon, fully prepared to fly back to Windhelm before a great storm came over them. It made no sense to her why there would suddenly be a storm for the air had been clear and the sun had been strong for that time of year, hence why she was flying instead of taking a cart back to her home. The storm quickly disoriented them both and they struggled to find a way out of it. The spice of magic swirled around them as she tried to find a way out for she feared for both her friend's life as well as her own.

The wind pushed them both into an eye of the storm. It threatened to crash them to the grounds below before she saw something that would save them. At first she thought this was all a trap played by enemy dragons wishing to catch her off of her guard, but since no Dovah came out of it she deemed it a temporary safe haven.

"Til, faal kon miiraak!" (There! The blue portal!) She yelled to him as they struggled to remain airborne.

"Vust kos aan Horvutah!" (It could be a trap!) He responded as they struggled against the winds hitting them most violently.

"Fos vorey mordahk vis mu shur?" (What other direction can we go?)

He turned toward the portal. It was blue, a sort of thing she had only seen dragon priest or enemy dragons use, and they seemed to use them against both her allies, Ulfric and Paarthurnax. Ulfric was her current human king, ruling over Skyrim after the Stormcloaks had won the war against the invading empire, and Paarthurnax was current king of the Dovah and her elder teacher. Both had spoken to her about the problems they had with one another but as long as she lived there would be peace between man and beast and they could focus on killing the rest of the current threats posed by the rest of the exiled Dovah.

Those who did not come over to Paarthurnax's side when Alduin had been killed by her hand were no longer considered Dovah and were hunted as such. Alduin had been a very powerful Dovah who posed a threat to the entire world, his thu'um had brought over many to his cause. With his threatening presence gone it took both her and Paarthurnax's thu'um to end his rule and create a temporary peace.

She could try her voice, thu'um, to try to displace the weather, but since this was no natural storm it would be unwise to use unnatural means to disperse the weather without trying alternative methods first. Dovah contained something called the Voice, which is a powerful thing which can make almost anything happen. She has set fire to hundreds of trees with three simple words, she had made even the greatest beasts flee in fright, she had even healed with her voice. It was a powerful thing for every dragon and as a means to survive she had mastered it.

It only took a moment for the weather to stabilize after they came out of the portal. The grey sky became clear and sunny, white clouds reminding her of lumpy pillows clouded her vision and soaked her skin. The cold air made her shiver against the scales of friend.

"Dreh hi mindok daar himdah?" (Do you know this land?) She questioned him over the wind and he grumbled something about being over sea, not land.

Dovah tended to make things so literal. She began to sniff the sea air, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the ocean, a smell she hated, and found she could not locate where they had come to. This couldn't be near Solitude, she would see land if it were near Skyrim's capital city.

"Dein Bo," (Keep flying), she needed to sort this thing out… she needed a way to find out their position.

"Dovahkin, Teyx!" (Dragonborn, ahead!)

Having just enough time to look up and get a good grip on her fellow Dovah's scales before they veered sharply to the left to avoid something speeding faster than an arrow.

"What in Talos' name was that?" She screeched as they leveled out.

For a moment the world was balanced before they were forced to dive to avoid two more of those things racing after them.

"FUS RO DAH!" She shouted watching as blue rings of power erupted from her mouth to hit one of the flying things, knocking it off of its course to intercept them.

They were… metal birds… but they moved faster than dovah and were harder than steel. The one which she knocked out of the sky had already adjusted its course and moved to her at such speed, her friend could not avoid it and she felt her grip upon his neck loosen until she was falling off of his back.

"Dovahkin!" Her friend and companion roared as he tried to dive to her only to have one of the metal birds open hatches under its wings and he roared as stones were fired and warm blood coated her face as her friend was wounded.

"No!" She roared as she hit something very hard, it stopped her fall but hurt her body in the process. Groaning she rolled over to try to make her world stop spinning.

Getting her feet under her she looked to the sky as her friend was cut down by the birds. Blinded by tears of sorrow she looked to her side as men wearing strange clothing came out of this flying contraption and pointed tubes of metal at her.

"ZUN HAAL VIIK!" She shouted and there were shouts of dismay as their weapons flew from their hands to points out of their reach.

She threw off her traveling cloak and gripped the handles of her two hand axes, both gifted to her by Jarls and Kings. Taking a fighting stance she shouted a challenge at unarmed men. A man parted the crowd of men like the sea, his outfit stranger than the men and he carried a shield decorated in stripes of red and white. His outfit was made of tight leathers and his cowl left his eyes and mouth open while the rest of his body was clothed in it.

Feeling a grin break out upon her face she spun one of axes and warmed up her arms at the sight of a challenge. Her heart still heavy from her friend's defeat she did not notice a second challenge until it was too late and he was right next to her. Feeling this metal man hit her with a blast of magic shot from his hand she almost lost her grip on her axes.

Rolling she lashed out with her feet as the man in leather moved to her side. She did not hear him scold the metal man nor did she see his hand about to help her to her feet, she just kicked him and watched as his body flew across the deck of this flying compound.

"TID KLO UL!"

With the shout out in the air she just had enough time to get out of the way of the metal man's second attack. He was fast, even with the Thu'um restricting his movement speed. Throwing up her axes to block another strike she ducked under his magic blast and sent sparks flying as her axe scraped metal flesh.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The metal man was thrown off of the flying compound with speed as her shout hit his armor straight in its glowing middle. She felt a moment of victory before she was sent sprawling back upon the deck.

Her head throbbed from the force of the blow, blood was sticky on the side of her head and continued to flow down her face in warm rivers. She felt the slow shock settle into her body as it began to feel heavy and sluggish. By now the Thu'um she had shouted for the slowing of time had worn off and she was feeling the full force of saying so many shouts in a short period of time.

Shaking her head to clear the fog slowly invading its way in her head she crawled to her feet before blocking a second strike from the man in leather. She aimed a swipe, hoping he would fall for the same move as the metal man but he leapt away from her axe at the last second and brought his fist up to hit her body, shifting her grip ever so slightly she blocked his jab and with her second axe found a hole in his guard. Her axe cut through his uniform and blood was shimmering on the metal of her axe. He lunged away from her clutching his wound as she brought the bloodied axe to her lips, tongue lapping at the blood she took his blood for compensation for bearing witness to her friend falling from the sky.

"Wow, that wasn't creepy at all," A voice called from above her and she looked to see the metal man floating above her, and she felt a twinge of envy because he could fly with such ease. So his magic allowed him flight? It was impressive to see such strong magic.

Twisting her body she flipped her axe in her hand and threw it at the metal man. He knocked it aside and it clattered against the deck before she had the leather man upon her again. He seemed to have suffered worse wounds in the past and was fighting with the pain of having an open torso wound.

On pure instinct she dove to the side as a shot of the metal man's magic was sent at her and instead of hitting her it crashed into the man in leather armor, making him fly across the top of this flying compound. The metal man was becoming a fly buzzing around her head and she took a deep breath.

"Oh no you don't!" He growled and flew at her forcing her to dive rather than taking the blunt force of his attack.

Rolling back to her feet she called for her other axe and runes carved into metal glowed briefly before the axe leapt into her hand. Now fully armed she turned to face a metal tube aimed between her eyes, she narrowed both of them as she tried to calculate what the tube had inside of it, if it could harm her enough to disable her. The holder of the tube was a man, older with his hair receding, he seemed very confident in his tube, he seemed to know that this tube would stop her.

"Drop your weapons please," his voice was calm and nonthreatening.

She growled at him before seeing two more individuals make their way up from below the deck. They held more metal tubes and had them pointed at her. The man in leather armor and the metal man took up arms and made a circle around her. She took a single step back and found she could do no more battle, her head throbbed where the shield had crashed against it and more wounds were making themselves apparent on her body. She was outnumbered and would not win this fight.

The clatter of her axes against the compound deck astounded her very soul and it screamed at her to die while fighting and not to surrender. A different voice argued with this voice telling her not to fight, the different voice told her that she had made the right move for preserving her life and she was one step closer to getting back home.

"Wow, didn't think she'd give up that easy, make you wish we'd known that earlier, right Captain?" The metal man said to the man in leather armor.

"Why are you here, Stark?" the man in leather armor groaned, his breath coming out in pants, "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

He clutched his side and one of the women with the metal tubes quickly went to his side to check his wounds. She was a healer as well as a warrior? It was not a common practice and she found herself interested in what this woman could do.

"I've got a med kit in the plane, I'll stitch you up when we go."

The metal man seemed to not like being ignored and he took a few steps forward to have attention drawn back to him.

"Yeah there's a lot of things the Fury doesn't tell you, ready to go?"

The woman nodded and helped the man in leather armor to a smaller metal bird. Interested in the woman she risked a peek to the side before the moving metal tube came back into her vision and she glared at the holder of it. It was almost comical to her, she was taller than this man who had obvious power over her.

"Please put your hands behind your head." He told her and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How this made her non-threatening was beyond her but she respected his wish and did what he asked.

"Now get down on the ground," he said and she hesitated.

Dragons do not kneel to those who are not worthy. To lay down now would be a blow to her already very much hurt pride. Keeping her face hard she gave the only signal she knew which would be known by these apparent Imperials. She shook her head.

Pretending she could not understand them was beyond her at this point, she already followed his prior instructions, but she did not trust her words in their common language. It was harder to control her voice in languages other than Dovah and trying to do so would be dangerous, she didn't want them to believe that she was attacking them when her voice shook this entire flying compound. Normally it was not a problem but she was not willing to risk it.

A new wave of pain came when she felt something sting the back of her neck. It felt as the fog was spreading fast in her skull. She struggled to not close her eyes as it became harder and harder to keep them open. Feeling her legs give way she fell into strong arms and allowed the fog to take her.