The night was quiet. Unusually quiet. Every living thing felt it. Something was wrong with the world. Even the human races noticed, which was saying something. There was this strange tension in the air that made everyone nervous. The wind had stopped blowing, birds hid in trees and not even the wolves dared to howl. Nobody knew why.
Out of all the living things, he was probably the most nervous one. He was the only one exept the gods who knew why. It couldn't be happening...Or could it? It made sense that it was happening right now. The people of Tamriel were weakened by the Great War. The so called "rebellion" in Skyrim (If only they saw mankind rebel against the dragons! That was a proper rebellion!) and Hammerfell tearing itself away from the Empire, shattered the land further...
'No. It's not happening.' He growled in his head, dissmissing the tought with a shake of his head. It's been millenia since he was banished. If he returned now, the world would surely face it's end.
The End of the world was ineviteble, but it was not the time for that. Not yet. At least, he hoped so.
Suddenly, the wind picked up. It howled wildly, almost deafening him. Magic flowed trought the air all around him. He raised his head, looking up at the twin moons.
It's time, he tought realizing what's going on. Terror gripped his heart with a icy hand.
When the aurora was fully purple the Time Wound began pulsing with blinding light. With each pulse, it glowed stronger and stronger. Then, the white light exploded, blinding him momentarily.
The light faded. Wind blew calmly, howling turning back into a melodic whistle, the amount of magic in the atmosphere on the Throat of the World returned to it's usual state. The world was back to normal. Almost.
In front of him stood a dragon.
Not just any dragon.
It was the World Eater, The First-born of Akatosh himself.
Scales as dark as night itself radiated darkness, seemingly consuming moonlight. Red eyes blazed with fury. The size of the dragon caused him to realize how much he had shrunk troughout the millenia.
"Al-du-in," he spoke, a low growl seeping into his voice.
The First-born of Akatosh turned his attention to him. "Tahrodiis Paar-thu-nax," he snarled, "you dare look me in he eye after what you've done?"
Even tough the dragon still looked menacing, it was obvious he was weakened. Years upon years of drifting trough time have taken their toll on him.
Paarthunax looked the World Eater straight in the eye."I do not regret my actions. It was you who betrayed Bormahu, not me."
"YOU DARE TALK OF HIM BEFORE ME?!" roared Alduin, his tail swaying from side to side in anger. "YOL-TOOR-SHUL!"
A puff of flame jumped out of Alduin's maw, not even reaching two feet before dissapearing.
"..."
"..."
Paarthunax had to supress laughter as Alduin took off without a word. After the dragon vanished beyond near cluster of mountains, probably heading to Skuldafn, he forced himself to take the situation seriously again.
He too took off, flying down to High Hrothgar's coutyard, where the Greybeards have already gathered. It was time for a new dragonborn to rise.
