Author's Notes: Greetings, readers! Before we begin, I'd like to mention that I LOVE SKYRIM. I've restarted the game so many times, and I've never failed to kill Alduin without sleeping in a bed once. Rather proud of myself to tell you the truth. Now, I do have other stories, but I won't plug them just yet. THAT comes at the end of the chapter. That being said, I'm putting a spin on an OC of mine. Also, I won't be following how the game plays out in the beginning in its entirety. So, expect a twist during the Escape Section. Anyways, enjoy the first chapter of what I'm lovingly calling "The Alduin Arc."

"Ah, good! You're finally awake. Those Imperials must have hit you pretty hard on the head, you've been out for three days," A man said, though his voice didn't register to me immediately.

"What the… Where the hell am I!?" I shouted. I was bound at my hands, and I could feel my lack of weapons. Apparently, I was kidnapped or something.

"Shut up back there!" The carriage driver responded

"You're in Skyrim, lad. We were all captured near the border." The man said, ignoring the driver. "You put up a right nice fight, lad."

"Damn you Stormcloaks, all of you! Skyrim was perfect the way it was, the Empire was nice and lazy! If they hadn't been after you, I've been halfway to Hammerfell by now on that horse." Another man complained. "You and I don't belong here," he said, speaking to me. "It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants, not us!"

"Listen to Trashy Armor driving us, pal, and shut the hell up. Nobody likes a whiner." I snarled. Damn it all, how did I lose!?

The brunette man glared at me, then turned to the fourth man, who was gagged. "What's his deal, anyway? Why's he gagged like a slave?"

The blonde haired man growled. "Watch your tongue, horse thief! You're speaking of Ulfric Stormcloak, the True High King!"

The Horse Thief blanched, and I was apparently wrong in thinking that white people could get whiter. "Ulfric Stormcloak? Leader of the Rebellion? But if they had you… Oh gods! Where are they takin-" I knocked him on the back of the head to shut him up.

"I thought I told you before: Shut the Hell up!"

The blonde man, and who I heard was Ulfric, laughed a bit. "I see you've got a fire in you, lad. That would serve you well in this world. Well, if we weren't going to die, that is." The blonde man said somberly. "We're in Helgen."

"General Tullius! The Headsman is waiting, sir!" A soldier announced.

"About damn time! I could use some mead after this," A bald man, presumably Tullius, sighed.

After some goodbyes, and the death of Lokir the Horse Thief, I was put to the block. I wasn't too concerned about dying in all honesty. I'd done quite a bit with my life. "I'm coming, sweetheart. We've got a bit to catch up on."

A roar echoed throughout the sky, and a Dragon, black as night, descended onto the tower. It looked dead at me, and spoke in a strangely familiar language. "Zu'u Fen Ni Naak Hi Het, Zeymah. Hi Los Mulhaan Sahlo. Bo Ahrk Meyz Mul." Then he shouted something, and the sky darkened, with meteors crashing down.

I got up, and ran to the tower behind me. "Yeah, I'm gonna take a raincheck on that whole, uh, dying thing." Ulfric and Ralof were there. "Uh, so, not sure if you've noticed, but there's a FUCKING DRAGON OUTSIDE!"

"I know, lad. This is very grave news. If the Dragons are returning, then…" Ulfric trailed off, then shook his head. "Once we escape, what do you say to joining our cause, lad? We could certainly use more fiery warriors like yourself."

"While I appreciate the compliments, I'm going to have to go with no. And by no, I mean HELL NO. You and your Rebellion nearly got me executed! And I'd rather go out like an Orc would: On my feet, nobly dying in a battle." I said, walking up the stairs. Poor choice of words.

The wall exploded, sending lethal rubble straight at a soldier, killing him instantly. That damned Dragon again. I bolted downstairs as he said "Yol.. Toor Shul!" and lit the whole floor up with white-hot fire. "Well, that almost went badly." I murmured, going back up after he stopped and jumping down into a burnt up house.

I heard shouting below me, and I joined the fray. Summoning up my power, I called down a rainstorm to put out the flames. Then, I spotted the Dragon flying off. "That's right, you scaly asshole! Run away!" I shouted, revelling in my survival. I hopped down, walking past the exhausted soldiers. "This is a lot of damage, but the fires should be out now. Just need to make some repairs, and this town will be good as new."

"You there! With the rags!" Tullius shouted at me. I sighed, and walked over. "Weren't you about to be executed before that dragon appeared? What crime did you commit?"

"Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, apparently."

He smirked. "Well, if you aren't a member of the Stormcloaks, then why not join-"

"Yeah, see, here's the thing, General. Your buddy Ulfric offered for me to join, and I told him no. I'm gonna also tell YOU no, because you had me to be executed over NOTHING. So, before you even finish that sentence, my answer is no." I said crossly. Clearly, he's never had anybody roll over him, because he was getting red. "Besides, you guys aren't worth my time or energy. Twenty septims says I could kill three people without a sword, in five seconds."

A bet he clearly wasn't keen on taking, for obvious reasons. "That's a very bold claim, but you don't look like a very skilled warrior."

I snapped, and the weather instantly cleared away. "Trust and believe, General Tullius. I am very skilled at what I do. Oh, and, you're welcome for saving you time and money. By the way, who had my equipment?"

He called over a soldier, and that soldier handed me my gear in awe.

I smirked. "Thanks, Tully-boy. See you around, never~!" And I walked out out Helgen, my greatsword and dagger strapped to my back.

I ended up running into Ralof, who was on his way to Riverwood to meet up with his sister. "Say, where's Ulfric?" I asked as we walked into the town.

"Oh, he's making his way back to Windhelm. He still has his duties as a Jarl." He said. "That's quite the weapon you have, lad. What do you call it?"

I drew my greatsword, onehanded, and held it in front of me. "I call this beauty of a blade Silver Lining." I swung it through the air, and it made the air sing. "It has a sister blade, the dagger on my waist. That little devil is called Fallen Champion."

Ralof whistled. "Quite a pair they must make. What's your name, lad? I never got it back at Helgen."

Just then, a woman, presumably his sister, ran up to Ralof. "Thank the Nine you're alive! When I heard your squad was captured, I prayed that you would be spared. It seems my prayers were answered." She looked over his shoulder, at me. "Who's this, Brother? A new recruit?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Probably not gonna take either side in this war. Just a friend of your brother's, is all."

She smiled. "Ah, well, any friend of Ralof's is a friend of mine. My name is Gerdur."

I gave a small bow. "My name is Tsukino. A pleasure to meet you."

A older man, and a small boy, both ran up to Gerdur and Ralof. The boy was bouncing off the metaphorical walls to see his uncle, while the older man greeted Ralof. The blonde Stormcloak launched into the tale of our capture, and of our escape. "..and so we arrived here." He finished.

"The dragons have returned…" Gerdur murmured. "Tsukino, I have a favor to ask of you. My brother needs to rest, and we're too busy to do this, so… Would you be willing to go to Whiterun and inform Jarl Balgruuf of this dragon? Riverwood is defenseless as we are, and having a small guard company would be greatly appreciated."

I stepped off of the wall. "I'll take you up on that. Do you have any supplies that I can take? I kind of don't have any gold.."

She gave me a week's worth of supplies, and a key to her house as well. "Take anything you may need from there. Just please, inform the Jarl of our plight.

New Quest Added: Before The Storm

Task: Speak to the Jarl of Whiterun.

Huh. Weird. Anyways, I waved goodbye as I began walking to Whiterun. It took me about three days to get there. I never actually realized how big Skyrim truly was. When I arrived at the gates, a guard tried to stop me. "Sorry, but the city is closed except to official business."

"Look, buddy, I just spent a week travelling from Riverwood to talk to Balgruuf. You are NOT going to get in my way now. Let me in, or I swear to the Nine, I will leave you in a bloody pile!" I said intimidatingly. It worked, and he opened the gate to me. "Thank you~" I added sweetly, and walked into the city.

Some red-skinned dudes walked up to me. "Look, guys, I'm really not in the mood right now. Just tell me where you'll be staying, and I'll talk to you then. So, for now," I began, shoving past them. "BITE ME."

I walked past a small shop area, and then a dead tree with the most annoying damned priest in *existence*, and up to the doors of the Jarl's Hall. I went inside, and had some chats with some of the servants, before a Dark Elf woman walked up to me with her sword drawn.

"Why are you here? The Jarl isn't receiving any visitors," She stated, like it was supposed to drive me away.

I drew Fallen Champion, and she flinched ever so slightly. "What? Scared I'm going to hurt you? Honestly, you should've seen this coming. You're over here threatening me with your sword, I've drawn my blade in defense. I'd say that's fair." I looked at the Jarl. "Wouldn't you say that's fair Jarl Balgruuf?" I called.

He laughed. "Ireleth, stand down. Let the lad speak with me."

She glared at me, but sheathed her sword. I smirked, and sheathed Fallen Champion. The Dark Elf led me up to Balgruuf, and I bowed a bit. "I bring news, Jarl. The town of Helgen was attacked by a dragon, and Riverwood is defenseless. I ask that you send guards down to defend it, in case that dragon comes back."

The Jarl and his Steward began arguing about the ethics of sending a detachment to Riverwood, and I stood, waiting for them to finish. Suddenly, we heard a swooping noise from outside. "Oh shit! Jarl, get your troops ready! We've got a giant, fire-spewing problem on our hands!"

I ran out of the building, summoning up my power. When I saw the dragon spewing ice, I realized something. These dragons are more than just fire dragons. I concentrated my power into one hand, and I threw it at the Dragon. The energy ball followed the dragon's flight, slamming into it, and forcing it through a tower to the west. It was paralyzed for at least twenty minutes, which gave Balgruuf time to amass an assault team. I ended up being drafted in, but I ran ahead of them anyway.

When I showed up, the effects were starting to wear off, so I drove Silver Lining into the dragon's hide as hard as I possibly could. I got three-fourths of the blade in, when the Dragon flew up, roaring in pain, and flew around in a circle. "Dur Hi, Juul! Govey Hin Zahkrii, Uv DIr Nol Mah!"

"Shut up! I will not die to something as weak as you are!" I shouted, dragging my sword up through its body, to the tip of its nose. I killed the dragon, but now the body was falling at high speeds toward the ground while simultaneously having its skin burned away. When we landed, I had this weird aura thing around me, with some energy or something flowing into me.

"Nine Divines, he just ate the soul of a Dragon!"

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter of the Alduin arc! The Translator I'm using for the Dovahzul is on , but a lot of the English words aren't in here. It uses a lot more simply phrased sentences. Anywho, go check out my other two stories if you so choose to, and please! Leave a review, follow, and like the story! You won't want to miss out.

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