Title: Escaping a Destiny.
Summary: Valelwyn is the Dragonborn of legend, but she's not happy with all the events that changed her life. She tries to renounce every little thing that gets between her ideals and freedom. But destiny is something that no one can change. So how will she cope with everything now?

A/N: I actually do play Skyrim and decided to write this fic based on my newest character,since I lost the others due to bugs on the saves. I have to warn you that I mod Skyrim and so, the characters, armors and places may be described differently due to that. FemxFem, you've been warned. The main characters will be Velalwyn,Lydia and Serana,but many others will appear more than others. Small chapters, to make it an easier reading. - Please enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Blood dripped from the wounds on her body. She had burns on her face, some on her neck and some even on her hands. But the worst, were her feet. Boots were long gone, leaving them uncovered. How it hurt, from walking on the hot field. She heaved for air, bending hand on her knee and the other holding her bow. She looked around and saw Irileth, sheathing her sword, wiping the sweat from her forehead and the surviving guards who were also bent down panting and supporting themselves on each others shoulder with their elbows.

At last the Dragon was dead.

Velalwyn had come to Whiterun not long ago, to give word to the Jarl, from the blacksmith at Riverwood, that a Dragon was seen at Helgen. Which was now destroyed due to the attack of the said creature. After the warning, she stayed to help with further investigations about the returning of the Dragons. Not that she had a choice. All that led her to an old creepy ruin, full of bandits and the undead, to retrieve an ancient stone, which Farengar called the "Dragonstone". Farengar was the Jarl's court wizard at Dragonsreach. He was not very polite, definitely not patient and too absorbed in his researches. Still, he had proved himself useful when he taught her some illusion spells, that she found later, were good to trick bandits and thieves that run on her path.

So now, she had finished another mission. As she was returning the ancient stone, Irileth, the Jarl's Housecarl. A Dark Elf, with crimson eyes and equally crimson hair, came running announcing that the farm folks from the Hold, saw a "gigantic creature flying upon the skies with smoke leaving it's nostrils"- that means a Dragon – and that Farengar and Velalwyn herself should come right away to the Jarl for orders. Of course that, Velalwyn ended up taking part in that mess, since herself had seen another Dragon back at Helgen. At least she had Irileth and the guards with her, even though in the end most of the guards were killed easily by the flying beast.

Now they had defeated the beast. It was the toughest battles Velalwyn and the others got themselves into. Out of nowhere a sudden flow of energy started flowing from the dragon as if draining it completely. Scales were replaced by flesh and flesh was replaced for bones, as the Dragon slowly burned. The flush of energy floated to Velalwyn's direction and hit her with great impact sending stumbling backwards and falling on her knees. She panted. One hand supporting herself on the ground, another gripping the place on her chest that was hit. She felt dizzy as the energy entered her.
Everyone had their mouths open wide. All except Irileth that had a scrutinizing expression on her face, brows furrowed and lips tight in a thin line. Suddenly a guard walked over her and said:

-I can't believe it! You're the Dragonborn!

Everyone looked at him with confusion.

- Dragonborn? - Another guard asked.

-Yeah the one from the old tales, where there was still Dragons in Skyrim, the Dragonborn would slay them and steal their power. That's what she did! Right?

He turned his head to Velalwyn, who looked at him.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - She said.

- There's only one way to find out. Try to shout! - He said enthusiastically. - According to the old legends the Dragonborn is able to shout, just like the way Dragons do.

- What are you talking about? - Another guard bartered in.
- Those born with Dragon Blood in them. Just like Tiber Septim himself. - He explained.

- I never heard of Tiber Septim killing any Dragons. - The other guard, said not believing.

- That's because there weren't any Dragons back then, idiot. They're just coming back now,for the first time in...forever.

Velalwyn listened to the story with confusion and disbelief all written over her face. What the hell was that tale about the Dragonborn? She saw the guard looking at her again with excitement in his face.

- You must be one! Show us. Try to shout. - He said.

Velalwyn didn't understand any of that Nordic legends. As she got up to yell at the guard to stop that crazy talking, she felt her body weaken, her head feeling heavy and the last thing she saw was the ash grey sky turning black as she lost consciousness.

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When she woke up, she didn't recognize the place. The first thing she saw was a woman approaching her, looking down at her with a soft smile on her face. She was wearing a wood and some old tunic, her voice was as sweet as the honey she harvested back at her hometown. She missed it. The old times. How she hunted down the animals. Bow on her back and quiver on her waist, as she jumped from tree to tree, chasing her prey who was slower on their feet. She moved in the nature like if they were one. Bow in her hands, arrow taking it's aim and a slow puff of air leaving her mouth, was all she needed to kill the target. She would always honor the creatures she killed, that was how she was taught. She would pray for the dead animal and thank it for making her live another day with a full stomach. She remembers all too well. And she misses it all too much.

- Are you feeling alright? - The woman said. - You were quite beaten up. All broken ribs and all that burns.

Velalwyn was taken back to the present, where she laid down somewhere she didn't recognize and her body ache all over. She looked back at the figure with a confused expression on her face, as she sat down, what seemed to be a stone bed.

- Where am I ? - She asked.
- At Kynareth's Temple, in Whiterun. I'm Danica, the Priestess of the Temple. - The voice said. - I healed you as it is my duty here. You were out for two days.
- Two days?
- Yes. The Jarl told me to tell you, that once you're feling better to visit it at Dragonsreach.
- Oh! Thank you.
Velalwyn simply said as she thought about what mess would she be dragged into, this time.
- But, I'm intrigued what is a Bosmer doing here? Valenwood is so far away and your people are not known to be the travelling type.

Velalwyn knew that the moment she stepped in Skyrim someone, sooner or later, would ask that question. She didn't think it would be this soon. Still, she had practice various lines, till she came up with one, that didn't reveal much.

- Needed something new.

If the Priestess believed or not, Velalwyn didn't know. But she nodded as she excused herself to her duties. Velalwyn was relieved. She didn't want anyone to ask her about her life or the reasons why she had come to Skyrim.
She left the Temple, heading towards Dragonsreach. As she climbed the steps, the ground shook with tremendous force. An earthquake? In Skyrim? That was impossible! Suddenly the ground stopped shaking and a powerful voice was heard from everywhere.

"Dovahkiin...Dovahkiin..."

She looked around and then to the sky, from where the sound of the voice was coming, but she saw no one. She was on her knees, supporting herself with her hands on one of the stairs. She looked at the citizens and guards who were as confused as her, some with terrorized looks on their faces. Where the Divines mad at them? Then she heard a man, standing by the Statue of Talos yelling.

" It's the End of the World. The Divines are furious and will punish us for our sins!"

- Damn fool, isn't helping! - Velalwyn muttered to herself.

Suddenly she saw a small stone being thrown at the man's direction and hitting him on his head, knocking him unconscious on the hard floor. A guard came to his rescue, but no one minded to find who the culprit was. She furrowed her brows at the disinterest of the town's folk.
She shook her head and got up, as the momentarily earthquake and voices stopped all of a sudden and she walked towards the entrance of the castle.

Continue...
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