It was never meant to be. That is what I continually told myself. I would kill her and in turn she would kill me, fighting is after all, all we have ever done.
Blood would spill and the power would course through our veins, ending one of us in that final stroke of sword or claw. One will die and the other will live, but that does not mean either of us want that.
It is forbidden, she is my enemy, destroying the world I took so long to make perfect. The rose rising out of thorns, maybe it is the fact she fights in vain for those who betrayed her to death that fascinated me. I will never know, her time is coming and the battle will be upon us soon and I will destroy her.
She will not give up though, that is too much of a kind thing to do. No she will make me suffer with her pain; force me to end her without mercy. This infuriating woman is unknowingly destroying me, from the inside out. After all, isn't that all her kind do? Destroy?
She is foolish, and she knows it. She comes to her death and at the end of it all I will be the one to end it all, send her into an eternal slumber before her soul finds a new body and we start this intimate dance of death once again.
How many times had it happened? I can not remember but I do know that she never changes, never varies. She is always tall with ice in her ice and a fire in her heart. She will continuously burn through time until her wick has ending and the wax is all but ashes.
I wonder if she will pray, or if she will just curse the Gods that send her to her death over and over again. Will she cry? Will she beg? I don't think so, that would be too much satisfaction for me in her eyes. After all, to her, she is the Hero and I am the Villain. It has always been that way and it always will be.
So now, standing on the peak of the world on the highest mountain, the snow and blizzards clawing at her in an attempt to give her one last breath of mercy until I dash away their hopes and destroy the fiery girl.
Maybe she will stop and maybe she will listen. But I doubt it, she never has before so what would make this time different. Maybe if I reveal my most significant form to her she will stop and finally cry. All I want is for to live and love while die and cry.
Her destruction will bring the end of this world and bring life to the new one, but of course she will fight, she has to because this little girl cares far too much for her own good. How many of the scars she bears did I give her? How many of her lives have I ended and regretted it? I do not know, I have not bothered counting.
All I do know is that this is just a repeat, she will never remember it and she will never live through this exactly the same again. Would she even care if she knew? I doubt it, she would just keep fighting.
She is here now, shouting curses at me and scorning my name, provoking me to kill her. But I won't have mercy on her; no she will pay for everything. She will swing her glinting swords with deadly precision but the only thing stopping her from killing me is her body. She is weakening and hides it perceptively well, but no even if her state silently begs for mercy with the fear in her ice thawing the ice there, I will not have mercy.
She deserves to die for making me feel this way. I am a Dovah and she is Dragonborn, we are sword enemies. And now at the climax of the fight I will kill her for making me feel this way. Stupid Dragonborn, why does she do this to me?