AN: Hello readers and soon-to-be reviewers! This is the first fanfiction I've ever written and I definitely won't have a consistent schedule for my updates. However, I do plan on completing this story and riding this to the bitter end if need be. Anyways, for this fanfiction, I decided to give Alduin a massive buff since he is weak sauce incarnate in the game, and he is built up to be a powerful and feared dragon. I gave the Dovahkiin a massive buff so that she is closer to her lore counterpart instead of her game counterpart, and I decided to expand on magic since what is available in Skyrim is very limited. If there is anything different than what is or most likely possible or shown in the games, then it's either my own decision to do it that way for the betterment of the story or I messed up. I decided to do this because realistically speaking, people of Elder Scrolls are much greater than people in the normal world due to them relying on the power of the stars (remember how you can assign perk points whenever you level up) and the sheer amount of crazy stuff that a normal person wouldn't survive through is sometimes what the normal person in Skyrim survives through. Also because I realized that there are many other intellectuals who actually comprehend magic and its properties and spin it for there own purposes. Wylandriah in Riften is a prime example of her being able to comprehend and use magic for many purposes other than what the Dovahkiin can do in the game. She literally discusses trans-dimensional failure and successfully being able to open a multidimensional portal that could destroy Nirn. Enough, let us move on with the show!
Chapter 1Alduin's form towers over his four challengers as he chuckles in amusement, "You're foolish to fight me in Soverngarde, the afterlife of warriors. Your soul shall be mine!" His wings strongly flap and a gust of wind knocks the Nord Heroes, Tatehwa, and the mist, covering Soverngarde, backward.
Tatehwa enthusiastically responses, "We wouldn't miss this for the realms," and with a sudden change in tone, Tatehwa quickly casts the protection spell, Dragonhide, on herself and the three Nord Heroes by her side. Her hands radiate and cackle with blue Magicka before a bolt slams into Alduin.
"Victory or Soverngarde!" chant the three Nord Heroes as they charge. Their voices become one as they shout, "Lok Vah Koor!" and the mist surrounding the soon-to-be battlefield is no more.
Alduin's mouth gapes, but before he can shout the first word, Gorlaith Golden-Hilt shouts, "Joor Zuh Frul!" with a near-deafening boom to her voice at Alduin. She charges forth with her friends as Tatehwa stays behind.
Hakon One-Eye yells, "Feel mortality!" Alduin contorts in confusion and horror as he is brought back to the sacred ground of Soverngarde. The heroes swing their weapons with hate and rage at the world eater and Tatehwa fires spell after spell with ease and perfect marksmanship. Alduin simply takes the hits and shrugs them off like they are nothing and swings his wings at the heroes. Hakon One-Eye and Felldir the Old ducks to the sides of Alduin. Gormlaith Golden-Hilt blocks the wing and stops it in its tracks as her metal boots scrape across the ground. The Nord Heroes see their opportunity and raise their blades to strike down the dragon. Another bolt of lightning strikes Alduin in the face, providing a small distraction. Their blades and Tatehwa's Magicka barely chip the black-as-night scales.
Alduin raises himself, aims down, and shouts, "Yul Toor Shul!" as he spins in a circle. The Nord Heroes take the full force of the blue flames and the scales slamming into them. However, the Nord Heroes rise again. The Dragonhide spell protects them as they bathe in the pain. They're not broken by any means; they're just beginning to fight.
Alduin raises himself off the ground and takes flight into the skies. His black scales disappear into the mist.
The Nord Heroes scramble to their feet and regroup with Tatehwa. She casts a massive healing spell onto the Nord Heroes and continues to fire off destruction spells of fire, ice, and lightning into the mist.
Seeing the opportunity, Alduin comes out of the mist and shouts, "Krii Lun Aus!" at the recovering group and flies out. The Nord Heroes barely get up to their feet before they receive the purple death mark covering their bodies. Alduin shouts, "Fo Krah Diin!" and the cold Thu'um races across the battlefield and chills the group to their bones. Alduin raises his head up and deeply roars to the sky. The skies darken immediately. The elements rain from the sky! Miniature asteroids, lightning bolts, and sleet pelt the battlefield and all within it.
The group of four gathers their bearings and the Nord Heroes charge at Alduin again. A mini meteor slams and shatters onto Hakon One-Eye, a lightning bolt strikes Felldir the Old and has little to no effect. They continue to charge forward.
Alduin prepares to send another shout towards the group, but before he can, Tatehwa shouts, "Joor Zuh Frul!" at the world eater.
Alduin wings stop flapping as he lands with hatred and the feeling of mortality again. He faces towards the Nordic Heros with resentment and animosity. His red eyes grow ever darker. Alduin shouts, "Fus Ro Dah!" Alduin's Thu'um creates shockwaves as it approaches. The Nord Heroes quickly brace for impact as the unrelenting force races to them.
Gorlaith Golden-Hilt yells to her friends, "Brace!" and covers herself with her shield as she crouches, Hakon One-Eye stabs his war ax into the ground and braces, and Felldir the Old does the same with his greatsword. The blueish Thu'um slams into the heroes. Felldir the Old's robes rip and tear, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt's bow and arrows snap off her back and into the wind, and Hakon One-Eye's shoulder guard is blown away. The shout ends and they charge Alduin again. Alduin prepares to shout again, but a massive ice spike slams onto the world eater's mouth. It shatters like glass, but it distracts him long enough for the Nord Heroes to get into melee range.
The battle ebbs and flows back and forth as one side would press their advantages as the other side would exploit their weaknesses. For every wound that the group of four would take, Tatehwa's healing would partially restore them. For every spell and attack, the group would land, Alduin's scales would chip. For every time Alduin attacks land, it leaves its mark. Every attack, every word, and everybody gradually becomes increasingly tiresome and weak.
The Nord Heroes now lay unconscious to the side as Tatehwa casts another healing spell and Dragonhide on herself. With a sickening crunch, various bones snap back to their original places and her life essence restores itself. Her breaths are raspy and with haste. Her body flares and lingers with pain despite her healing. With purple Magicka in her hand, she fazes her enchanted wizard's clothes away and she summons/equips her enchanted Dragonbone armor along with her Bloodskaal Blade. The runes along the red blade shimmer and glow on the greatsword as it calls for battle.
Alduin stands before them. His scales are in ruin, his hide is torn, his wings in tatters, and one of his eyes; a shadow of former self. Alduin is breathing heavily himself and he struggles to speak. "I… did not… expect this from... you Dovahkiin." He lowers his head to meet her eyes. "Those feeble mortals are nothing, but you. You are more powerful than I thought."
Tatehwa exhaustingly replies with heavy breaths in between, "Of… course… Alduin. Did you think I would merely bide.. my time until we met? I've absorbed countless...dragons' souls. I've conquered and achieved power… from those who would wish to claim this world. Deadric Princes and Gods be damned!" Her voice booms with confidence and power as she recalls her tales.
Alduin gleefully and tiredly states, "A pawn you still are. For destiny has guided you here before me, and I before you."
Tatehwa points her greatsword towards Alduin with one arm as she glares down the blade. "I have accepted my destiny, and you shall submit." Curiously, she pursues, "What is your point, Alduin."
"It is destiny that either you preserve this world," he pauses, "or I begin the next." Tatehwa's form tenses up for battle, but Alduin calmly says, "However, I offer a mutually beneficial resolution." His words suddenly had the weight of the world on them. "A Dragon Break."
"How does this help the both of us?"
"Do you wish for the Deadric Princes to manipulate the mortal plane forever as their influence expands? Do you wish for peace among the disjointed and misguided mortals fighting amongst themselves for a feeble purpose? I can restore this world to its former glory and you can live on."
"I can and will restore peace to this world, and to do that I must destroy beings like you!"
"My purpose is to begin the next world and end this one's suffering. Move out of the way and I guarantee that you will live."
One second passes. Two seconds pass. Three seconds pass. The seconds nearly turn to a minute as the two opponents await their decision like statues.
"Raaaah!" Tatehwa screams as punches the ground. Her rage vanishes just as quickly as it comes as she regains her composure. Her Dragonbone boots crunch and clink as she walks over to Alduin with her sword pointing at Alduin's remaining eye. Hostility laces her words, "I accept; however, under two conditions may you begin the next." Her face remains blank yet bleak.
"Name your conditions, Dovahkiin."
She demands, "You shall wait until every living person, untouched by Deadric influence as of right now, has died, and you shall not intervene in the mortal plane until the first condition is met." Alduin's impatience flares. "Do we have a deal?"
Alduin roars, "Deal," and in the next instant Alduin shouts, "Filok Lein Wundun!" A variety of colors pour from Alduin's soul and into Tatehwa like a flowing river, and just as quick as it comes, it ends. Alduin nearly collapses on the ground and he limps away; biding his time until the conditions were just met.
Purple flaming aura envelopes Tatehwa as the shout rips a hole in the fabric of the universe. Maniacally and gleefully, she yells to the skies with one Deadric Prince of knowledge in mind, "I am free!" Her laughter dies out as her form distorts and collapses on itself until she no more.