A man who was a fan of the 7 year old game: Skyrim, had died at the age of 28. The man then woke up, not as a man, but a healthy baby boy. He had black hair and blue sapphire eyes. In the corner of his eye, the figure of a woman came closer.
"My, have I woken you, my sweet little Marvous?"
The woman asked in a baby like tone. She had long black hair that goes until her shoulder blade and black eyes. Surprisingly, the baby chuckled.
In the mind of the child "Where the hell am I?" was echoing.
Shortly after, a burly man came through the wooden door. He had blond hair and a beard with bright blue eyes like the sky. After coming in, a loud chuckle echoed in the room.
"So, has my boy been good while I was gone?
He asked eyeing the baby then gazed at the woman. The woman looked at him and said "Yes, our little boy didn't cry." She said in a happy yet astonished voice.
With that statement, the man was shocked and grabbed the baby and into the air. With another loud chuckle, he spoke.
"You might be growing up faster or you inherited my nord stubbornness."
He said while looking at the baby. The woman chuckled in delight at the sight of her two boys bonding. When the woman stood up, the man came closer and hugged her and the baby.
"I love you, Torrus."
The woman whispered.
"I love you too, Franiella."
The man whispered back.
x~~XX~~x~~XX~~x
Ten years have passed since the man awoke in this strange new world. He was being trained by his father with swordsmanship and magic by his mother for the past four years at their place in Kvatch.
The boy however, kept a secret. He can see a menu much like in the game he liked before he passed away.
Restoration at level 82, Illusion at level 78, Destruction at level 94, Conuration at level 87, Alteration at level 89, Marksman at level 65, OneHanded at level 88, TwoHanded at level 79, LightArmor at level 98, HeavyArmor at level 77, Sneak at level 99, Pickpocket at 100, Lockpicking at level 100, Enchanting at level 100, Alchemy at level 100, Speechcraft at level 97, Block at level 99, and Smithing at level 100 with all the perks to that certain level has been learned.
His magicka and stamina are in the 10 000s and his health is in the 9000s. After his sword training, his mother called them for lunch. He didn't know that there was news.
"So,"
his mother started.
"How was your training, Marvous?"
She asked.
The boy simply nodded a yes with a thumbs up while munching down his food. The mother then gave a warm smile to her son. After a few minutes have passed, the boy stood up. He looked at the sky then proceeded to warm up. Upon stretching his arms and legs, his father walked towards him.
The boy seeing his father look at him made him smile then both of them took a fighting stance. They were now training in close quarters combat. A few short seconds of silence took place before the two dashed at each other.
x~~XX~~x~~XX~~x
After long hours of training, the sun has set and the two collapsed on the grass from exhaustion. The older man sat up and rested his back on a tree that was close to them. Heavy panting is the only thing that you can hear aside from the soft and gentle breeze. A door opened revealing a happy looking woman. She eyed the two before making a warm smile then she sat between them, pulling her son to her lap and her husband to her shoulder.
"Have a good rest."
She whispered to the two.
x~~XX~~x~~XX~~x
After eight more years of training, it was the 16th of Last Seed 4E 201. The young man woke up early. He started off his day by going to the Chapel of Akatosh. Upon entering, he touched the shrine and prayed in silence. After doing so, he returned back home where a jovial mother was waiting by the door.
Upon seeing her son, she gave him a hug and looked up at her tall and muscular son.
"Tomorrow is your day of birth, my son. What have you prayed for from Akatosh?"
She asked in a frivolous but curious tone. The young man just smile at his mother. The two then walked inside the house where warm food was on the table and his father was sitting near the fireplace with a strange book in hand.
The young man paid the book no mind and just called his father over to eat. The overzealous father complied and sat next to his wife while putting his hand on her hip pulling her closer. The two ate like that while sharing stories and sharing laughter. The day ended with Marvous saying a declaration.
It was then the 17th of Last Seed. The young man had packed his belongings. The look of sadness for their leaving son and happiness as their support was left on their faces, waving their son goodbye.
x~~XX~~x~~XX~~x
It has now been a few hours and the boy woke up in a wagon with unfamiliar faces. A blond man whose hands were bound sat across Marvous who then locked eyes with him.
"You're finally awake."
The man spoke. The young man just gave the older nord a nod.
"You were trying to cross the border right, right?"
The older nord asked. Marvous sighed and nodded again.
"Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us."
He said.
"And that thief over there."
He glared at the ragged nord beside him. The ragged nord just glared back.
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell."
He hissed.
"You there."
He said, while looking at me.
"You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
He said with hatred in his voice. The blond nord's glare softened then looked at the wooden floor.
"We're all brothers and sisters now, thief."
He said with a sad sigh.
The Imperial soldier had enough of their talk.
"Shut up back there!"
He yelled. The ragged man, however, didn't listen. He looked at the other blonde nord beside Marvous. She had a cloth on her mouth.
"And what's wrong with her?"
He asked, eyeing the gagged nord. The one across Marvous just yelled at the ragged man.
"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Falriin Stormcloak! The true high ruler of Skyrim!"
The blond nord said with conviction. The young man just looked at the sky in confusion. Upon hearing this, the ragged man was shocked.
"Falriin?! The leader of the rebellion?! Then, if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?"
The man said while putting his bound arms rest on his knees and grabbing his head while looking down.
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngard awaits."
The man said sadly.
"Helgen"
the young man said. The other two just looked at him.
"This can't be happening, this isn't happening..."
the ragged nord shook his head in disbelief while looking down.
"Hey."
The nord across Marvous called out to the ragged nord. The man just looked at him.
"What village are you from, horse thief?"
He asked the glaring man who then looked at ground.
"Why do you care?"
He spat.
"A nord's last thoughts should be of home."
He said in a caring manner.
"Home..."
was what Marvous thought upon hearing this.
The ragged nord however, was looking down before speaking.
"Rorikstead... I'm from Rorikstead..."
he said, making the other nord smile. The wagon was nearing the gate of Helgen when an Imperial soldier came towards the one person who looks like the commander or general since he is the only one wearing a cape with the Empire's logo.
"General Tullius, sir!"
The soldier said making the one named Tullius look.
"The headsman is waiting."
He said. "Good. Let's get this over with."
He replied. Upon hearing this, the ragged nord muttered a plea to the divines. The blond nord looked at Tullius with a glare.
"Look at him. General Tullius, the Military Governor."
He hissed.
"And looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damned elves. I bet they had something to do with this."
He said with venom in his voice. Once he saw the walls, his eyes widened.
"This... Really is Helgen. You were right."
He said while looking at Marvous.
"You know, I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with Juniper berries mixed in."
He said while pondering with a sad smile.
He then begun to chuckle softly.
"Funny. When I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so... Safe."
He said with a frown. Marvous heard a boy talking with his father before he was told to head inside. The Imperial soldier stopped near a tower. This worried the ragged nord.
"Why are we stopping?!"
He said in a panic.
"Why do you think? End of the line. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting."
The blond nord said in a sad tone. Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard.
"Get these prisoners out of the cart!"
She ordered. The four jumped down the cart. While walking down, the ragged nord spoke again.
"No! Wait! We're not rebels!"
He pleaded but no one paid him no mind.
He was then told off by the blond nord.
"Face your death with some courage, thief."
The ragged nord still shaking. He looked at the young man with his face still not caring.
"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"
The panicked face never left the ragged nord.
"Step towords the block when we call your name. One at a time!"
The female captain said sternly. The blond man just glared at the captain.
"Empire loves their damn list."
He hissed.
"Falriin Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm."
A male's voice said. The gagged nord walked towards the block.
"It has been an honor, Jarl Falriin!"
The blonde nord spoke to Falriin who only nodded.
"Ralof of Riverwood."
Ralof walked towards the block still glaring at the two soldiers in front.
"Lokir of Rorikstead."
Upon hearing his name, Lokir panicked.
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!"
He shouted before dashing off.
"Halt"
She ordered Lokir but he still continued to run.
"You're not going to kill me!"
He shouted still dashing towards the south gate.
"Archers!"
She ordered in annoyance. An arrow hit Lokir straight in the head killing him.
"Anyone else feel like running?"
She asked mockingly. The man standing next to the captain looked up from the list. Once noticing the young man
"Wait, you there. Step forward."
He ordered respectfully.
"Who... Are you?"
He asked eyeing Marvous.
"My name is Marvous Dragons-Bane. I came here to see my homeland from Cyrodiil. Only to be kidnapped by the ones who my father, Torrus Dragons-Bane, served?"
Marvous asked with a glare. The two eyed him skeptically.
"Are you truly the son of the Twin Swords Berserker?"
He asked.
"Enough of your lies!"
She said somewhat cowering.
"My satchel has my family crest."
Marvous said walking to the block.
"Oh, and once my corpse has been delivered to my parents, you can expect my father busting through the gates of Solitude."
He said darkly.
The two remained silent and just walked towards the block. There, General Tullius was towering over the Jarl of Windhelm.
"Falriin Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero."
He said while pointing at her.
"But,"
he said while closing his eyes.
"A hero doesn't use a power like the voice to murder her king and usurp the throne."
He said looking down at the woman. She tried to protest but the cloth was still on her mouth.
"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos!"
He said as he slapped the woman with his backhand across the face.
"And now, the Empire's going to put you down and restore the peace!"
He said as his hand was readying for another slap but was disturbed by a thunderous sound.
"What was that?"
Hadvar asked.
"It's nothing carry on."
Tullius said walking beside the tower in front.
"Yes, General Tullius."
The captain said while saluting the general.
"Give them their last rites."
She told the priestess of Arkay. The priestess then started speaking. But before she was cut off by the one beside Marvous, he whispered to him
"Hey."
He said grabbing his attention before he could interrupt.
"Wait quietly until the third roar."
Marvous told the stormcloak.
He then nodded and waited until she finished. There was then another loud sound from the heavens.
"There it is again. Did you hear that?"
Hadvar asked.
"It's nothing. Continue the execution."
The Imperial captain said. The stormcloak next to Marvous looked at him but Marvous told him to trust him. As the headsman was about to chop his head off, another sound roared in the heavens and a dark slim dragon flew down knocking the headsman off.
Marvous burned the binds on his hands and ran towards the stormcloak on the block.
"H-How'd you know a dragon was going to appear?"
He asked in shock. Marvous just replied with an 'I'll tell you later' look. The man understandood this and followed Marvous and Ralof to a tower where Falriin was waiting by the door. The trio ran through the door and shutting it just in time before a fire breath reached them.
"Jarl Falriin, was that really a dragon from legends?"
Ralof asked in worry.
"Legends don't burn down villages."
She said in equall worry.
"That's just not any dragon"
Marvous smirked. The people looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean?"
Falriin asked him sternly.
"The World-Eater Alduin."
He answered making them all freeze in shock.
"However, I didn't think that the World-Eater was a female."
He muttered which was still heard making them look at him in disbelief.
"How do you know that it's a female?"
Ralof asked making him look up from the ground.
"I've always had the knack for discerning females."
He said in a triumphant smile which made the others sigh and just believed him. Ralof and the other stormcloak followed Marvous upstairs only to be greeted by a black dragon's head smashing through the wall. Before the dragon could breathe fire, Marvous stood up and yelled.
"Alduin, Zu'u dreh ni laan wah ahraan hi!"
This made the dragon widen its eyes and laughed.
"Zu'u dreh ni mindok kolos hi mindos wah tinvaak dovahzul, vutharaak, Zu'u los lig wah mindok tol hi mindok wo Zu'u los."
She said in an angelic tone making the two behind Marvous shocked.
"Geh. Zu'u mindok wo hi los, nuz Zu'u laan hi wah vuth daar seiknu pahkriivah."
Marvous roared. The dragon looked angrier. It flew out of the tower and attacked more civillians.
"Nust los gein wo lost folaas zey! Duziir niraat!"
She roared while glaring at Marvous. Marvous just shook his head and told the two to follow him. The three jumped out of the tower towards the smashed inn. There they saw Hadvar trying to protect a child from the raging dragon who breathed fire at the crippled man.
"Hi mindok ni do dii faaz, dii krosis!"
She roared in anger before flying up.
"Still alive prisoner?"
He said with a smirk when he saw Marvous but his smirk faded when he saw the two behind.
"Ralof."
He said with no emotion in his voice. Ralof nodded at the Imperial nord. The four then ran towards the keep while passing by the other soldiers.
"Hadvar, go to that side of the keep and look for anything and anyone useful. Ralof, we're going in this side of the keep. We'll wait for Hadvar. When we've escaped , I won't be joining any side of this pointless war. Yet. We'll go to Riverwood before going our seperate ways. Understood?"
All of them nodded in agreement and went into the keep.
A/N: I decided to reboot the story. Tell me if you guys think that this way of writing is better. If it is, I'll reboot my other stories. And yes, Alduin is a woman here and Ulfric is also a woman. I won't be changing much of the other main characters' gender.
Dovahzul:
Alduin, Zu'u dreh ni laan wah ahraan hi!: Alduin, I do not want to wound you!
Zu'u dreh ni mindok kolos hi mindos wah tinvaak dovahzul, vutharaak, Zu'u los lig wah mindok tol hi mindok wo Zu'u los.: I do not know where you learned to speak the dragon language, however, I am pleased to know that you know who I am.
Geh. Zu'u mindok wo hi los, nuz Zu'u laan hi wah vuth daar seiknu pahkriivah.: Yes. I know who you are, but I want you to stop this meaningless genocide.
Nust los gein wo lost folaas zey! Duziir niraat!: They are the ones who had wronged me! Insolent prey!
Hi mindok ni do dii faaz, dii krosis!: You know not of my pain, my sorrow!
