Parthanax POV
I withdraw from draw my meditation hearing the shifting form of my younger brother a dova blessed with a mortal form cursed with the taint of the dremonra the prince morlag bal's vampirism, the dovakiin blessed with his extended life has done many a thing slayer of our eldest aldiun, nighten gale of nocturnal leader of the thieves guild, harbinger of the companions, archmage of winterhold, hero of the empires war against the stormcloaks, bane of the thalmor, king of the vokahar vampires, collecter of daedric artifacts, and master of all trades he's set himself too be it thievery, magic, or warfare. I draw a blank on how long its been scense he's given up all his titles and secluded himself to meditation along side me on my mountain all I can remember is he joined me after the death of his wife Serena that has always saddened me she was a wonderful young woman in my opinion, I look to my brother and speak.
"are you alright shade?" My voice a low rumble from a few hundred years of lack of use.
His own voice nearly a whisper shaking the mountain before he brings it under control once more as he dust the snow off his form. "i'm fine brother."
Shade POV
"i'm fine brother." I curse myself mentality as I bring my voice my thu'um back under control while dusting the snow off my form the cold still holds no effect on my ancient body.
I look over at the grandmaster of us dova before speaking in the mortal toungue. "I need to streach dear brother shall I grab us some mead while im away from the mountain?" I smile hearing the dragon laugh heartily and nod if theirs one thing I found he enjoys is mead like most joor here in skyrim. "Then I'll return in a few days time not that time is a matter to you or myself." I idlely shout the path down the mountain open as I start walking old bones resettle in my unaged young body my stomach growls seeing as I've been starved of blood for a while I'm sure the graybeards heard me coming though I know not if the monistary still remains inhabited.
As the blizzard around high Hrothgar clears I see four old nods clad in fur robes greet me and two young boys I assume their training under the graybeards to join their ranks.
"Hello young masters new beards in training I assume?" I see them all tense the speaker steps forward and bows must be their first time seeing a blood starved vampire even more so one the can tear even them apart with a word. Then he speaks, "Greetings old one I am master aven and yes the two are training in the thu'um but may I ask why you've broken your meditation in this moment in the age?" I chuckle before responding, "relax young master I'm simply leaving the mountain a few days to streach my muscles and gather some mead for myself and master parthenax its been far to long scense I've left, and seen the Providence I'll be returning in a few days time and, I'm quiet happy to see the monistary still in good condition so I thank you." I bow to them and walk past them eager to take the seven thousand steps down the mountain once more.
3 days later
I'm walking to iverstead once more I'm saddened and joyous to see how the world has grown in my absence magic has been accepted by the masses cities have grown man and mer stand side by side though dragons and my name have slipped into the annuls of legend. I tense feeling my instints react as my instantly drop the barrels of mead as I leap to the side dodging a cross bow bolt. I summon up a bound sword as lightning arcs across my arm I see men and woman dozens of them step from hidding places amongst the forest and I see two symbols from the time of my past. "So the remnants of the two groups I've left unfinished in their destruction now stand together to attack me, the blades and the dawn guard i fear not you people and have scense washed my hands of bloodshed let me pass so none must die."
I duck as one of the swings at my neck with a violent snarl I simply place a hand on his side as he passes me. "Forgive me." I release enormous amounts of magic into his body the explosion of gore is unsettling, the lightning that escapes his exploding body arcs to other turning them to dust. Almost like a single order is spoken the remaining fighter charge me each wishing to kill me and all I can think, 'Serena, my love if i must pass from this life to the next then please, accept me with open arms.'
6 hours later
Im drained, bleeding and leaning on a tree my legs have scense given out my arm nearly cut through and my old robes full of holes from arrows and bolts, I have no magic left to heal myself and nights to far for me to wait through the bleeding I look at the mutilated dead bodies laying around me far too destroyed for me to feed on I feel my heart slowly stopping, I throw my head back a shout one last time from highrock to elswyere my thu'um my last word is heard. "DO-VA-KIIN." I cough up blood as I hear quiet words otherworldly but I know its not the princes "my servent, that assists somewhere in this universe! My divine, beautiful and powerful familiar! I wish and assert from the bottom of my heart... Awnser my guidance!" I feel magic foreign and alien build up around me my wounds healing some to keep me alive I try to fight it but my own magic is gone, I'm ready to pass to sovigard. I pass out seeing a pale green light.