So yeah… basically, Alduin is a girl and instead of killing her, the dovahkiin gives her a second chance, so she can redeem herself for all she had done. Why? Well…
Everyone deserves a second chance
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The Dragonborn had done it, Alduin was beaten, and at his mercy. He walks up to the injured dragon, and raises his dragon bone sword, and looks in her eye. And only sees…
Regret
No anger, no disappointment, no fear, just a pained regret. For a moment, he could've sworn he heard her say "I'm sorry, Dragonborn". He hesitated, his sword hand losses it's its tight grip. Alduin closes her eyes, accepting death. "That was wonderful Dragonborn! Now slay the worm so Skyrim can be free of her blight!" One of the hero's yelled, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt or something like that, the Dragonborn didn't care. "No" was the dragon plated hero's reply, shocking the three dead heroes.
"B-but why? She has killed untold thousands! She deserves only death!" The one in robes asks, the bridge keeper Tsun, however, only smirked. "I've looked into books only the akaviri had. The blades manipulated everyone, all because they didn't like dragons. Us mortals were the aggressors. Not the dragons. They actually looked down on slavery, not use it. This was confirmed by the elder scroll of blood, I saw the blades plotting to trick all of you, using the first Dragonborn, Miraak as an example to deceive you." The hero's Jaws had dropped, this revaluation had shocked them to the core. They turned to Tsun. "Bridge-keeper, is this true? Did the blades truly manipulate us?"
Tsun nodded. "It is true, forgive me friends, but Akatosh commanded me to tell no one. If I did, then the realms as we know them would have been destroyed. If everyone knew, then the chain of events that led to the Dragonborn would have died on an executioner's block. Causing Alduin having no opposition to stop her from destroying Tamriel, and the other realms." Tsun explained, causing the heroes to look at Alduin with regret
"Tell me," the Dragonborn continues. "What would you do if you were betrayed by the ones you swore to protect and sent to an era that is not yours. Alduin was scared.'If the races of man had slaughtered her kind before, they are likely to do it again.' Was likely her thought process. So she took action, not willing to risk her people again. She attacked out of fear." The Dragonborn explains, causing the heroes to look at him thoughtfully.
"I say that Alduin, firstborn of Akatosh and Mara, is to be given a second chance! This war was never wanted by either side, and the blame is only on the Blades." The Dragonborn exclaims, thunder and lightning being heard and seen. "Besides," The Dragonborn continues. "Everyone deserves a second chance." He finished, and walked over to the world-eater and kneeled beside her head. "Please, don't waste this". He pleaded, "I know you were scared, the Blades forced your hand. Just give us mortals another chance." He asked the black dragon. He then casted a healing spell. And when he ran out of Magica, he gave her the last of his healing potions. He got up and turned to Tsun. "I am ready to return to Skyrim." The Dragonborn told the bridge-keeper.
Tsun only smiled as he used a wordless shout, the Dovahkiin vanished from sovngarde. Suddenly, the world world-eater launched into the sky and into the portal to Nirn, never to return.
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The Dragonborn had returned to breeze home, his house in whiterun. He removed the dragonbone armor to reveal a relatively young Nord. Like most nords, he had blond hair, but he had bicolored eyes. One crimson red, the other ocean blue with a scar over it. He went to his room and laid down, soon falling asleep.
In his dreamscape, he was greeted by a blinding light. 'By Akatosh, that is excessive.' He thought/said, as this is his mind, they mean the same thing. "Got it in one, Dragonborn." A male voice boomed with humor in it. The light peeled away to show a dragon. He was around twelve feet tall but had no other features, aside from seemingly being made of light. The Dragonborn may have never seen him before, but he instantly knew who it was.
This was Akatosh, leader of the nine divines and father to Alduin. "M-my lord." the Dragonborn stuttered out, quickly getting to one knee. "Please, stand, and don't call me lord, I just want to talk." the aedra leader chuckled, amused by the hero. "Right, sorry, it's just…" the Dragonborn left the sentence unfinished, unsure of what to say. "It's quite alright, you have only dealt with the deadra princes. Nice going on that by the way, never thought anyone could trick those demons into giving a mortal their artifacts, yet you did. And don't worry, none of the people you killed were innocent, so you aren't damned." The aedra commended, causing the man with a dragon soul to rub the back of his head sheepishly. "But enough of your previous exploits, I want to thank you for sparing my daughter. I knew I made the right choice in making you dovahkiin." the god bowed, causing the hero to flush with embarrassment.
"Thank you, Akatosh, I actually was suspicious of those damned Blades from the moment they told me to kill Paarthurnax, a dragon who had done nothing wrong in thousands of years." the Dragonborn recalls, though he spat the dragon-killer faction's name out as if it was a repulsive meal. The divine nodded. "Yes, those poor excuses of man. When I discovered what they were planning, I wanted nothing more than to slaughter them. But the law of gods demanded that I don't interfere with mortal affairs." Akatosh spoke, his hatred of the akaviri obvious. "Do you wish me to kill them? Because I would do it gladly. While I am a mere man, my draconic side desires to destroy them." The Dragonborn offered, the god nodded slightly. "That is a outstanding idea, but I must ask you to do something else after," Akatosh stated, causing the Dragonborn to tilt his head in curiosity. "What is it you want me to do?" The hero asked, wondering what the god wished to change. "I need you to destroy the aldmeri dominion." Akatosh spoke, shocking the Dragonborn. "... May I ask why?" The chosen on asked, wondering what those pompous assholes did to anger a god. "Well, there are two reasons, one is personal to the gods. It being that they think they are superior to us. And the second is about the races of man. The high elves are trying to enslave all but their own kin." The god spoke, anger in his voice.
This also angered no, ENRAGED, the Dragonborn. Those monsters will pay for even considering enslaving the world. Suddenly, Akatosh's face morphed into one of panic. "Oh no…" the dragon god muttered, causing the present mortal to become concerned. "Akatosh? What's wrong?" the Dragonborn asked, scared of what could have caused the god to be concerned. "Those thalmor basterds have you and three imperial soldiers captive and they plan to kill you and the others and frame it on the empire." Akatosh spat, and the Dragonborn immediately realized why they would do that. "It would set the stage to take over the world." Dovakiin breathed in fear, this is very bad. "Not if I have anything to say about it! I may not be able to interfere, but that doesn't mean my daughter can't." Akatosh exclaimed. "Go, they will become suspisous if you were to remain asleep any longer." the god commanded.
The Dragonborn woke with a start, causing the others to look at him. "So you wake, just what were you dreaming of to get you to not notace your being kidnapped?" General Tullius asked, I look and see that the other two are Hadvar and Legate Rikke. "Well, not so much dreaming as talking to Akatosh." the Dragonborn states, causing the others to look at him in shock. Hadvar recovered first. "So does he plan on saving us?" the soldier asks honestly. "Well, he can't intirfere in mortal affairs," The hero spoke, causing the others to adopt faces of hopelessness. "But… he sent his daughter to save us." The Dragonborn finished, and they went from hopeless to shocked. "That means…" my fellow legate began but failed to continue. "Yep, Alduin is going to save us." the Dragonborn said with a smirk.
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"You were a good puppet Tullius, you all were. but you have outlived your usefulness." Elenwen told us, we then heard a familiar roar in the distance. Elenwen ether didn't care or didn't remember what happened to this town last time. "The only thing your good for now is to further our quest to enslave all except our kin and show you all that we are better than the divines themselves!" she exclaimed, ignoring a second familiar roar and focusing on the Dovahkiin scoffing. "The 'hero' is first." she told us with venom in her voice. A thalmor agent started pushing me to the block. "May I tell you your mistakes in this grand plan of yours?" the Dragonborn asked the thalmor ambassador. "Okay, I'll humor you." Elenwen replied, clearly thinking she won. "One; you thought that this would be easy. Two; your arrogance will cloud your judgment." The Dragonborn paused as he saw a black blur come out from behind a mountain just like last time, but it was faster this time. "And three; you pissed off Akatosh" the hero finished.
With a loud crash, Alduin landed on the watchtower just like last time and used her signature thu'um, causing mass discord. With what can only be described as pure rage, Alduin flew up just to land on the ground and started tearing through the thalmor. Elenwen watched in horror, this overgrown lizard was ruining everything.
Yor
The ambassador turned around and saw the Dragonborn with a face that said 'checkmate.'
Toor shol!
And just like that, the thalmor ambassador known as Elenwen became nothing more than a charred corpse. The Dragonborn grabbed her knife and cut his bonds, then General Tullius's bonds, then Hadvar's, and finally legate Rikke's. The sound of fighting stops, they walk around the corner and see Alduin surrounded by thalmor corpses in various forms of death. Bisected, impaled on debris, decapitated, It was clear that the high elves didn't stand a chance. Alduin turns and spots the three soldiers and seemingly sighs in relief. "Dovahkiin, it is good to see you and your joor fahdon are safe," she told them, confusing everyone but the Dovahkiin. "Joor fahdon means mortal friends in dragon tongue." the hero of Skyrim clarified, they nod in understanding. He then turns back to the daughter of Akatosh. "Kogaan Alduin, kogaan fah saving mu."(that means: thank you Alduin, thank you for saving us) The Dragonborn thanked her in dragon tongue, she gave a small smile. "You are fully aware that my common tongue is near perfect, dovahkiin, you don't need to use our language." she chuckled, causing the Dragonborn to laugh sheepishly. "I do not believe I ever learned your name, dovahkiin," she spoke in a somewhat teasing manner. Upon realizing that she was right, he blushed with embarrassment, causing the dragon to chuckle more. 'I wonder if all mortals are this early embarrassed' the dragon wondered. "I don't believe you told us either legate." General Tullius piped up, embarrassing the hero to blush even more. Regaining control, the Dovahkiin answered the Question. "Well, my name is a bit uncommon. It is Christian Wolf-Blood, and no I am not a werewolf," he answered, That name is definitely not normal for a Nord. "So, you took up my advice?" the now named Christian asked, though the answer was obvious. "Yes, as you said, it was man that attacked first, not the dovah." Alduin answers, confusing the three soldiers behind Christian, who looked at them and saw their confused looks. "Alduin, wait at bleak falls barrow. Hadvar, Rikke, Tullius, I'll explain on the way, we are going to my house in whiterun." Christen spoke, taking control of the situation
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"So let me get this straight, the Blades manipulated everyone into thinking the dragons were enslaving us when they were actually our sworn protectors. And convinced everyone to rebel, and Alduin was aggressive when she resurfaced because she wasn't willing to risk her people again, so you decided to give her a second chance so that man and dragon could co-exist?" Hadvar recounted, getting a "yep," in response. "And Akatosh wants you to gather as many allies as possible so both man and dragon can stop the thalmor from enslaving us all?" He continued, getting another "yep,". "I just see one problem, thalmor spies are everywhere and we would likely be dead before we could reach solitude and warn the emperor." Tullius pointed out. "I had accounted for that, follow me," Christian asked as he went over to the corner and opened a secret trap door, shocking the others as it had blended in perfectly. "Go through enough ruins that place secrecy above all else, you eventually learn how they keep those secrets." he answered the unasked question with a smirk. They decended into the hidden basement and what the three imperials saw shocked them.
Rows upon rows of armor; heavy, light, ebony, dragon bone, leather and dragon scale. There was a set for every material used to make weapons and armor. Behind them, it was the same, only these were weapons. The Dragonborn turned to them. "Well? Take your pick, if it doesn't conceal you, just bring it to me and I'll solve that. Otherwise, I will be at the forge making Alduin a set of armor." As he finished his sentence, he stares off into space for a moment, then turns and walks over to the forge in the back. For about an hour, the three legionnaires browsed the armor and weapons. Hadvar had gone for a set of glass armor, Rikke had chosen a set of dragon bone armor, and Tullius chose a set of ebony armor and all grabbed dragon bone swords and shields.
After another half hour, Tullius and Rikke were upstairs eating. Christan had started retrofitting the glass armor to conceal Havar's Identity when the man asked the Dragonborn a question that was totally unexpected. "So… you and Alduin huh?" Hadvar asked with a teasing grin. The question was so abrupt and unexpected that Christan spit the water he was drinking about ten feet. "Cough cough* What!? No! Where did you even get that idea?!" he asks the man next to him, blushing profusely, only adding to the shit-eating grin he had. "No no no! You were supposed to 'slay' the dragon! Not 'lay' the dragon!" Hadvar teased, earning a chunk of ebony thrown at him, which he dodges. Christan's face was so red it could likely be mistaken for a rather large flawless ruby. He also had the single scariest glare fixed on the other man, causing him to sweat.
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Three weeks
It had taken three weeks to get the armor for Alduin right, and the result was worth it. The armor was a masterpiece, it was a dragon scale and ebony hybrid. With the scales on the joints so they were protected buy movable. The ebony was everywhere else, making the Dragoness look like some sort of draconic grim reaper, but the centerpiece was the chest plate. It had a replica of Nirn made of rubies for the land and diamonds for the water. And a dragon's head made of sapphires was about to take a bite of it. It was a work of art like no other.
Getting Alduin to wear it, however, was another matter altogether.
"Why exactly do I need armor when I am immortal on this plane?" the Dragoness asked, skeptically, not seeing the point in it. "Please Alduin? What if those assholes cook up a dragonrend spell? Or a weapon that can cut your scales? I made this to protect you, to keep you safe." the hero of Skyrim pleaded the dragon, who can never seem to withstand the man's pleading, reluctantly agreed. She will admit, he was absolutely adorable when he was happy.
Wait…
WHAT?!
Why did she think adorable? It's not like she was interested in him or anything, was she? Her self-interrogation was integration was interrupted when he needed her to move a little so he could get the chest piece on. After fifteen minutes, she had everything on and it barely felt like it was there. She looked down and saw the masterpiece of gems on the chest piece and stopped cold, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Even more than the sky in the north at night and that was considered near perfect. She was interrupted by the sound of someone being punched. She looked at the humans and saw Hadvar on the ground and Christan blushing furiously. "What happened?" she asked innocently, very confused. "Oh nothing, just Christan here is too shy to tell you-)
Fus ro dah!
Hadvar was sent flying by a shout from Christan, who's blush had deepened. "What was he about to say?" she asked, he jumped as if he was startled. "N-nothing!" he blurted out quickly… too quickly
"Well, I guess we're ready, I'll get Tullius and Rikke. You just sit tight, ok?" Christan said as he walked down to whiterun. 'I will find out what you're hiding from me, little human' Alduin thought to herself, this was going to be interesting.
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Well, that's chapter one, and I actually really like the idea that the Blades were behind the human-dragon war (paarthanax for the win!) and that the thalmor wants to enslave everyone