The blast of fire almost blew her off her feet as it blasted against her armor, burning it but not the skin beneath. Her shoulder ached heavily from a blow she had received from him earlier when she had gotten too close, his tail sending her flying into the ground.
"Fus Roh Dah!" Her blast sent him stumbling back for a moment before he retaliated full force, sending a blast of dragon flame back at her. She rolled to the side, just in time, as the ground where she once was became cloaked in flame.
Jumping to her feet she let loose a volley of arrows, watching in satisfaction as her earlier summoned flame atronach distracted him long enough for the arrows to sink into his side.
That satisfaction ceased when, with a ferocious roar, he bit down on the atronach, destroying it.
She waited for his next move, watching as he took in a few deep breaths. His side was coated with blood and lined with arrows, a nasty gash lined the right side of his face, and a few arrows punctured his left wing.
She considered it a feat, considering he was a God. The mightiest of all dragons, Alduin, the world eater.
Blood glistened against his midnight scales, contrasting harshly in the light of Sovengaurd. One of his mighty claws scraped across a pool of blood, her blood, as they circled each other.
Her leg still ached from the hit that caused said pool of blood. She had made a mistake and he had latched onto her thigh with his teeth. She would have lost the limb if one of the others hadn't of stepped in. She felt terrible, but she couldn't remember their names for the life of her.
She snorted. A legless Dragonborn, that would be a sight. The Thalmor would have her ass faster than she could blink. Those bastards.
Alduin growled and she dropped to one knee and raised her arms in front of her just in time as the blast of fire hit her. Her armor took the hit, burning even further as her Dovah side protected her skin from the flame.
A benefit from having the soul of a dragon, a very welcome and helpful benefit that she greatly appreciated.
Said benefit unfortunately didn't pertain to ice breathing dragons because those bastards chilled her to the core and left her shivering for hours after.
Damn ice breathers and their stupid ice powers.
One of her companions charged at Alduin, giving her a chance to strike. Wanting to save her remaining arrows she drew power into her hands and shot it out in the form of lightening. The sparks flew onto his skin and he snarled as he was attacked by both her lightening and the sword of her companion. Not knowing whom to attack he threw his wings back and gave a powerful gust of wind that sent them both to the ground.
When he finished he struggled and she saw her chance. Replacing her bow on her back she drew her greatsword and charged, giving a fierce roar.
After all, this was what she was made for, to kill Alduin. The very reason of her existence was right in front of her weakened to a point that she could kill him. The dragon soul within her raged, wanting to dominate the opposing dragon in front of her. It screamed at her to do so, a primal and feral thing that had appeared after she absorbed her first soul and had only grown stronger with each one she absorbed after. It was a darker more primal side of the Nord that no matter what she did, she couldn't get ignore it.
She swung, landing a cut across his snout making him shake with fury. She could only grin.
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The woman paused her reading, the book in her hands falling gently to her lap. Her golden locks pooled around her face, a face which glowed like that of a star.
The man in the room paused mid stride to look at her. "Galadriel?"
The look of puzzlement on her face was one Celeborn had not seen in many years. A look that he had only seen when darker forces acted upon the lands in years long past.
"Something is changing." The lady's brow creased even further as she saw what he and others could not.
"Something is coming. It will change a great many things, for the better or worse I do not know."
Her husband felt an uneasy pit settle in his stomach as she continued.
"No...not something...someone. A great calamity is coming to us, a force of great darkness and evil, one that we have not seen in all our years. A horror."
That feeling of uneasiness expanded and turned to dread.
"Can it be stopped?" He asked as he came to stop in front of her chair, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Galadriel's eyes narrowed. "Not by any from this world. No race born of this earth will slay it, for if they do it will return with an undying hunger."
"Are you saying it is deathless?"
Her head shook. "No, not deathless. One will come to our world, a warrior, whose destiny is intertwined with it. Only by their hand will the beast be slain eternal."
The two went silent as Galadriel closed her eyes, the vision taking a toll on her. She had not seen one such as that in many years.
Both elves stiffened as a feeling of utter foreign energy washed over them like ocean tides. Gasps from the trees below signaled that they were not the only ones to feel it.
"What was that?" Celeborn looked to his wife who had placed her hand on his, an action that caused him to tighten his fingers around hers.
Galadriel was silent for many moments, waiting for the tremors of foreign magic to leave her body.
When they did she opened her eyes and spoke with a voice full of resignation.
"It is here."
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Gandalf, in all of his many years, had never seen anything quite like it. The skies were churning and twisting as if preparing for a storm of great power, only there was no wind. The air was oddly still as the sky pulled and twisted at itself.
He was venturing towards the Shire, in hopes of finding a burglar for an upcoming adventure when a feeling of foreign magic washed over him, making him venture a bit off the main road.
The sky rippled and seemed to convulse under an unseen pressure. A tongue filled the air and he couldn't understand what it was saying. Only that they were shouts, or what he believed to be someone or thing shouting.
A feeling of nausea filled him as the sky grew dark and red, like a fresh burn. Then came the winds, shrieking and howling like a wild animal they swirled hard and fast. With a quick move he snatched his hat as it began to blow away.
That was when he saw it. The rip. The sky was ripping apart.
His mouth went dry and his jaw fell. Nothing, he couldn't think of anything powerful enough to do this nor could he think of anything that could cause it.
The rip continued to get bigger and bigger until finally with a giant shudder it exploded. A giant smoke covered mass blew to his left, tearing up trees and dirt both as it collided with the ground, causing a massive tremor like that of an earthquake. A smaller mass was sent shooting off to the right, over the trees.
Gandalf was beyond confused. Looking back at the sky he watched as the rip shifted and closed, as if it was never there. The winds died down just as quickly as they came and the dark ominous color of the sky seemingly vanished as the bright blue sky returned.
It was as if nothing had happened.
A roar sounded from the left and Gandalf drew in a breath as a giant black dragon rose to the skies and sped away. He watched until he could see it no longer, the large shape slowly vanishing into the distance.
His attention turned to the right where the smaller figure had flown. He had thought it had resembled that of a person.
He had to know, he had to understand what happened.
So off he went venturing further into the woods. He hadn't delved very far into the forest when he found her.
...a woman? That was who came flying out of the sky?
The woman was laying on the broken trunk of an old oak, clutching a sword half her size in her left hand wearing the strangest armor he had ever seen. Her hair was wild and bright red.
Red like the blood she was gushing from her leg.
He rushed in, only to jump back as the cold metal of a sword was pressed to his throat. He glanced up and into fiery blue eyes full of mistrust.
Holding his hands up he stood back.
"I merely wish to help you."
Her arm didn't lower and her eyes narrowed. After a moment passed the wizard grew irritated.
"Stop being so foolish. You will die if you do not receive care for your leg and I happen to have questions to ask, therefore I need you to answer them."
She sighed and nodded, gesturing to a bag that was a few inches away.
"I have a few health potions in my bag."
Reaching over he handed her the bag and watched as she ruffled through it, her eyes drooping the whole while.
Pulling a bottle out she pulled the cap of and chugged until there was nothing left. Gandalf watched in shock as the wound on her leg slowed and eventually stopped bleeding.
"There, now there is no immediate threat of death. Are you happy?"
He gave her a look to which she shrugged.
"What is your name?"
She stared at him for a moment, as if determining if he could be trusted before she sighed heavily.
"My name is Fury."
Gandalf scoffed, that was truly an odd name for a woman. "I suppose that you know that dragon that came here with you?"
Her blue eyes turned cold and Gandalf could have sworn he saw something inhuman behind them. It lasted only a moment, a fleeting moment.
"Alduin is here? Where is he?" She shot up and immediately groaned yet didn't stop her attempt to stand.
"What do you think you are doing?" Gandalf shouted. This fool of a girl was going to hurt herself even more! He still had questions that needed answering.
"I have to find him! You don't understand, I have to find him!" She stumbled to her feet and pushed away his hands that were attempting to still her.
"That dragon of yours is long gone! He has flown over the mountains! You cannot possibly reach him any time soon. Not even if you were uninjured!"
Fury groaned and sheathed her sword, spinning on her heel she turned away from Gandalf.
A moment passed as Gandalf let her calm down. It occurred to him, that she was...sniffing the air.
"What...may I ask...are you doing?" Fury frowned for a moment.
"Where am I?" She turned back to face him.
He studied her closely, to see if there was any sign of trickery. There wasn't, she truly didn't know where she was.
"You, my dear girl, are in Middle Earth."
A moment passed.
"Where the hell is Middle Earth?"
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