Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim, which is a shame as I'd add an option to side with Alduin, but alas, I do not. The only things I own here is my OC Turid (Briial) and the plot.
Briial
Prologue
Kill Alduin. That's what they had drilled into her from the very beginning. She is the Dragonborn. She is supposed to kill Alduin. It is the legend; it is the myth. It is the prophecy carved deeply into Alduin's Wall. She, the Dovahkiin, will kill Alduin.
However, Turid doesn't want to. She doesn't really know what she wants to do, but killing Alduin isn't on her agenda, so she decided, a few months ago, to keep this legendary prophecy on hold for a little while. Most people think that she has guts to put such an important prophecy in the backseat. But, her time has run out. She had joined the Dark Brotherhood in hope that they would provide a way to keep those calling her to fulfil her destiny away. But, like everything does, this had its limits. After she had become the Listener and been fulfilled the contract to kill the Emperor, the Blades, the ones she had been running from, caught onto where she was hiding. She hadn't meant to reveal herself, but when she had to shout her way through the Imperials gathering together to get revenge of their leader, it was impossible not to get noticed. The Blades turned up at the Dawnstar Sanctuary a few weeks later, demanding to speak to Turid. After a few hours and Cicero managing to kill some of Delphine's recruits, the Dovahkiin gave in. The Blades then forced her along the path she was not ready to take. All of this led up to her current situation.
Turid stands upon the Throat of the World, trying not to shake in the Blades armour she's wearing. She holds Dragonbane, the weapon the Blades are forcing her to use against Alduin. Her blonde hair, which she has no incentive to tie up, was blowing around viciously in the wind, strands whipping against her eyes as she tries to push them out of her view. Her Nordic looking face is tinted red from the cold, and her sapphire blue eyes are watering, a little because of the harsh wind, but mostly because of the terror that stands before her.
Alduin. In all of his glory. Scales as black as the Void; eyes as red as the blood that he had spilt countless times. He is a god.
She swears mentally at the Blades for making her do this. She would have sworn aloud, but as scared as she is, she cannot bring up the will to speak. It'll be a wonder if she's be able to produce the Shout she needs to defeat Alduin. At least she has Paarthurnax on her side, without his help she'll probably be paying a visit to the Dread-Lord sooner than she wants to. At this thought, she flicks her eyes to Paarthurnax, who is watching his zeymah, preparing himself for a battle he has long awaited for. Turid lets out a shuddery breath, closing her eyes for a moment. 'I wish I was not here,' she thinks, 'I wish none of this ever happened to me. I pray to all of the Divines, even to Akatosh, the father of the dragon I am being forced to defeat. I don't want to do this. If there was a way to stop this. So I don't have to kill Alduin, like everyone wants me to do.'
The deep, rumbling voice of her foe brings her out of her thoughts, "Bahloki nahkip sillesejoor. My belly is full of the souls of your fellow mortals, Dovahkiin. Die now and await your fate in Sovngarde!" She opens her eyes and gazes upon her foe one final time before they meet in battle.
"Lost funt. You are too late, Alduin! Dovahkiin! Use Dragonrend, if you know it!" Paarthurnax called out. And so the battle begins with those words. But it is not the battle the Dragonborn had thought it was going to be, yet without knowing it she had actually intended it to happen this way. For a Divine had heard her prayer. As Turid readies herself to use Dragonrend upon Alduin, an immense wave of fear pulses through her. Turid panics. There she is facing Alduin, and as she had been told many times, she was going to kill him. But she didn't want to. So, like anyone not wanting to do something, she runs away. She flees down the side of the mountain and hides behind a cluster of rocks, hoping they would give her cover for a few seconds. She quickly peeks over the top of the rock to see Alduin watching her, with an expression that would be recognised as amusement if she knew what Dov expressions looked like. "Ru! Ru nol zey, Dovahkiin! Run! Run from me, Dovahkiin! You cannot escape my wrath," her dark foe calls down to her. Turid ducks down again, staring at the sword that glows purple in her hands. 'I'm going to have to kill Alduin,' she thinks, 'I have no choice.' Suddenly a blast of flame shoots over the top of the rock, close to singeing her. She holds back a scream, which she so desperately wants to let out. Turid stays crouched behind the rock, frozen in fear. No matter what she tells herself, she is not ready to face Alduin.
Turid jumps as a hand is gently placed on her shoulder. She snaps her head around to see a man who looks somewhat like one of the Greybeards, robes and all. Yet she did not recognise his face. He smiles gently at her and although he says nothing, she feels that he is telling her not to worry. She nods at him in reply, hope filling her, despite having no idea how this man would stop Alduin. The man puts his hand on her shoulder again and gives it a reassuring squeeze, before stepping out right into Alduin's path. Turid gasps when he does this and peeks over the top of the rock again. Her jaw drops as the man walked calmly towards Alduin, who is perched on the ridge of the mountain waiting for her to emerge. It takes her a few seconds to realise that Alduin could not see the man walking right in the path of his gaze. However, Turid doesn't have more time to contemplate this as suddenly a shout erupts from the man, creating a blinding white light. Every sound goes silent, the wind seems to stop and the cold seems to dissipate. Soon the light shrinks down to nothing and the Dragonborn releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. The wind returns and so does the cold, but the silence remains. Meekly, Turid peeks over the rock again – Alduin is gone, and so is the man who made him vanish. A sense of calm washes over her and a smile slips onto her lips; the heavy burden she was carrying lifted from her shoulders.
Turid clambers back up over the rocks and onto the snowy clearing on the peak. The first thing she sees is Paarthurnax, lying on his side. She runs up to him, hoping that he is, to put it bluntly, not dead. It does not take long for her to hear his heavy breaths; however, the old Dov is unconscious, probably an effect of the Thu'um the man used. 'That must have been a powerful Shout. Too bad that man disappeared, I would have liked to have known what it was,' the Dragonborn thinks to herself. After checking that Paarthurnax is not injured too badly, she walks over to look out at the view, to think through the events which had just taken place. In a way, she felt underwhelmed, like she had expected more to come from this, even if she hadn't really wanted to do it in the first place. But, now maybe she could actually have some peace, no one bothering her, asking her to be the hero. 'That would be nice,' she thinks, smiling to herself at the pleasant idea.
However, a loud grunt breaks the Dragonborn's silent thoughts. She steps away from her spot looking out at the world and turns around to see the source of the grunt. 'It could be that man who defeated Alduin for me,' she thinks hopefully. "Hello?" she calls, hoping to get a response. Moments after she speaks, she notices someone, who is not the man she was hoping it to be, trying to pull himself up. As she steps closer she notices this man is completely naked, making her gasp and avert her eyes for a second. But she can't help but look back at him. Her eyes gaze over his pale-skinned, statuesque body and up to his face. He has ebony black hair, which is thick and reaches down to the height of his collarbone. She steps closer to him, to see if she can help him, and maybe also to get a look at his face. Yet as she does, a snarl emanated from him, catching her by surprise. He manages to pull himself up, growling at her, "Fos lost hi drehlaan wah zey? Hi lost vorohah zey sahlo! Daal zey wah dii vahzah buld ahst ont, Dovahkiin! What have you done to me? You have made me weak! Return me to my true form at once, Dragonborn! "
Turid does a double take. She recognises that voice. It belongs to the foe she had been facing but a few minutes before. She gawks at him, stammering out his name.
"A..A..Alduin?"
Sup dudes! This is a story I'm gonna be writing while I'm obsessed with Skyrim and also when my inspiration is flowing. That means that updates may be a little random, but heh, seeing as I wrote this in one day, I'm sure I can keep something up. Anyways thanks for taking in interest in this and please follow, favourite and comment, as I would very much appreciate it. Other than that, drem kos voth hi! (Figure out what that means and I'll give you a virtual cookie with the next chapter)