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Chapter I: Awakening

This story is the story of two destined foes; one was a Human (a Nord to be exact) with a Dragon's soul, the other was a Dragon named the World Eater. Together these two changed the world in a way no one could've expected. Our story starts on the morning of Loredas, 2nd of Frost Fall as a civil war is raging in Skyrim between the Stormcloak Rebels and the Imperial Legion. The Legion has just captured a number of high ranking officials in the Stormcloak Reballion on the border between Skyrim and Cyrodiil and is now taking them to the nearby city of Helgen for judgement. This is where we meet our protagonist.

"Hey, you're finally awake" said a man with long blonde hair, wearing a set of light armour that was coloured blue and bronze. The one he was speaking to was a reasonably tall man with a lean but muscular build, pale skin, dark red hair and cold blue eyes; his left eye was also bruised, likely from the attack which knocked him unconscious.

"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there" he continued, gesturing at another Nord with dark brown hair, wearing ragged clothing.

"Damn you Stormcloaks, if they hadn't had been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell!" put in the horse thief after the blonde Stormcloak pointed him out before he turned to look at the red haired man "you there, we shouldn't be here… you and me, it's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief" snapped the blonde, glaring at the thief until he looked away and saw the man sat next to the redhead they'd just been talking to, he was a muscular man with dirty blonde hair, wearing fine clothes and, rather oddly, a gag.

"What's with him, huh?" wondered the thief.

"Watch your tongue, that's Ulfric Stormcloak, the TRUE High King of Skyrim" answered the blonde Nord in a dangerous tone, making the thief panic about where they were going and the redhead to look vaguely interested.

"Ulfric, the one man dumb enough to claim he bested High King Torygg in battle with no witnesses and then fled like a common murderer?" the redhead asked, his voice was a rough growl and, as such, wouldn't sound out of place on a Sabre Cat or Bear (if they could talk, that is). His comment displeased the blonde Nord who attempted to lunge at him but was held back by an Imperial soldier on horseback near to the cart.

"Shut up back there!" snapped the soldier driving the cart.

"Well I apologise for our conversation being too philosophical for YOUR pay grade" retorted the redhead, causing the Stormcloaks in the cart to laugh (despite their opinion of him), the soldier to growl and the thief to panic even more.

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" asked the Nord after calming down as the cart rounded a corner.

"Why do you care?" asked the thief suspicously

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

"Rorikstead, I'm from Rorikstead."

"And you?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm no longer welcome there" replied the redhead, frowning at the memory before they saw a silver haired Imperial wearing fine armour conversing with a group of High Elves, causing the Nord to go into a scornful rant about the man and the elves, who were identified as General Tullius and the Thalmor respectively. The carts came to a stop soon after, causing the thief to profess his innocence repeatedly and loudly, which annoyed the redhead.

"Be silent horse thief, before I kill you myself!" he grumbled, which got a few odd looks from the people surrounding him. They then started reading names off a list, ordering the prisoners to go to the executioners block, the horse thief (who it was revealed was named Lokir) attempted to run but was killed by a well-placed arrow to his back, after that, it was the redhead's turn.

"Wait, you… step forward, who are you?" asked the man with the list, he was about six feet tall, slightly bulkier than the redhead and was clean shaven with dirty blonde hair a couple of shades darker than Ulfric's.

"My name is Gral" answered the redhead "Gral Rahgol Krosis"

"Telling us an obviously fake name like that will not save you from the chopping block, now tell us your real name this instant!" interrupted the Captain, mocking Gral's name.

"I DID tell you my real name, it is not my fault you're either deaf or just plain stupid" he snapped, glaring at the Captain who glared right back at him.

"Please don't provoke the Captain, the results aren't pleasant for the soldiers under her command" requested Hadvar, grimacing before turning to her "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list. All the other names have been matched to the other prisoners, meaning the name he gave is the only name we have for him."

"Forget the list, he goes to the block. Perhaps that'll teach him to watch what he says."

"By your orders Captain; I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to your family."

"Why apologise for something that is not your fault?" asked Gral as he walked next to Hadvar as they headed for the block "also, don't bother with my remains. Just burn them and then chuck them on a field or something. My blood relations won't care for my death and my true father would take more solace from the fact that I did something useful in death than he would from being given a corpse."

"As you wish, I suppose…" said Hadvar as they arrived at a gathering at the executioners block. A Stormcloak had just been executed and Gral's name was the next one called as a roar echoed through the mountains.
He walked forward (stopping to spit in the face of the Captain he'd had disagreements with and getting a fist to the face for doing so) and was positioned to be executed as a large, black thing caught his eye. It flew in and landed on the roof of the building near to him, causing the ground to shake and the headsman to be knocked off balance and drop his axe. Gral quickly ran his bindings along the blade of the axe and got up, just as someone shouted "DRAGON!" and the Dragon shouted something, causing the sky to turn orange and black as giant, flaming meteorites to fell to the ground. This caused mass panic and allowed the Stormcloaks to escape into a nearby tower, which the Nord from before (who was identified as Ralof) called him over.

"Jarl Ulfric, what was that? Could the legends be true?" Ralof asked as Gral slammed the door behind him.

"Legends don't burn down villages…" replied Ulfic, his voice strong and somewhat noble sounding.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but THAT legend out there is burning down this village" interjected Gral in a rather irate manner, causing Ulfric to glare at him and the other Stormcloaks to tense, about to start a fight, but before they could, a tremor rocked the tower they were in.

"We need to move, NOW" the Jarl barked, ordering all those who could run to leave the tower, Gral and Ralof decided to head further up the tower.

"Let's just hope we can get off the roof before… LOOK OUT!" said Gral as they ascended before the Dragon headbutted the wall and bathed the area in fire, which annoyed Gral considerably "Hello to you too. Next time actually try to hit me unless you are dim-sighted in addition to being the ugliest creature I've ever seen! Tell me, is this attack merely an attempt to impress the females of your kind since they find you so repulsive to look at?"

The Dragon did not take kindly to Gral's words if its attempt to reduce him to cinders with its glare was any indication, getting angrier and angrier as he continued to talk, which may explain why it then decided to sink its teeth into his right shoulder and toss him through the roof (and the first floor) of the local inn, where he landed on a (ruined) bed surrounded by mead bottles.

"Zu'u fund ag hi het waan Zu'u rund hi bahlaan do dii yolos, hi vonizraad mal vorenaak! Ahrk fah umaak, Zu'u los punah" the Dragon said as it flew off to terrorise some other part of Helgen, meanwhile, Gral groaned and raised his head.

"Ow… okay… note to self: don't piss of the giant female lizards with anger issues" he groaned as he stood, holding one side as his ribs were giving him considerable pain from being thrown through a bulding. He picked up a bottle of mead and exited the inn through a nigh destroyed wall in the side, where he saw the Imperial soldier named Hadvar trying to coax a young boy over to him when the Dragon landed behind the child.

"It's official, I'm insane" he muttered as he ran in front of the Dragon and grabbed the boy, picking him up and tossing him to Hadvar before they all took refuge behind the wall as the Dragon let out another stream of flame.

"Still alive prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way" said Hadvar as he and Gral ran through the remains of Helgen towards the Keep, after a dispute between Hadvar and Ralof, Gral and Hadvar managed to enter what appeared to be a barracks through a side door in the Keep. Gral took this opportunity to take a swig of the mead he'd obtained before looking at his shoulder, which was bleeding quite heavily from the bite.

"Looks like we're the only ones who made it" observed Hadvar, heading over to the door after about ten minutes of waiting and locked it "Was that really a Dragon, the bringers of the End Times?"

"I certainly hope not, that thing was far too ugly to be the cause of an apocalypse" joked Gral which got him an odd look from Hadvar, he sighed "Never mind, it was a bad joke anyway. I think we should focus on getting out of here alive before trying to find out what in Oblivion that thing was or what it wanted with Helgen."

"I think you're right, try and find something useful in those chests over there, there should also be a sword or two in here somewhere" said Hadvar, pointing at some chests at the end of the beds and on the other side of the room "I'm going to see if I can't find something for these burns…"

After tearing his shirt apart and using the remains as makeshift bandages, Gral looked around the room and found a set of Imperial Light Armour in the chests alongside a couple of Iron Swords on the sword rack before some bottles on one of the tables caught his eye. He strode over and shook them which told him that they were empty.

"Why is the rum always gone?" he muttered as Hadvar came over with a couple of makeshift bandages over his burns, he noticed what Gral was looking at.

"Ah, I wouldn't bother if I were you. The officers always get first pick on the alcohol rations, so it's a rarity that any rum is left over for the rest of us" he said, making Gral give a sound of amusement.

"I was actually hoping to use it to clean these bite marks before we left, but I guess I'll just have to make do with magic" Gral replied before holding up his hand to his shoulder, a golden glow emitting from it and surrounding the wounds.

"You're a healer?" Hadvar asked, surprised that the abrasive man knew healing magic as he thought that Gral was more of a warrior, given his rather rude demeanour.

"I know enough to keep myself and a few allies alive, but the effectiveness of the spells I know is limited by the damage of the wound, especially if they are untreated beforehand" Gral answered, testing the sharpness of the swords he found and discovering that they were fairly blunt "Your equipment here isn't kept in very good condition, is it?"

"No, most of the Imperial bases and strongholds here are fairly old, since the Legion hasn't needed a very strong presence is Skyrim until recently, so few bases outside of Castle Dour in Solitude have properly maintained equipment. Regardless, I think we should get out of here. Follow me." Hadvar turned and walked over to a door, pulled a chain next to it causing the door to open, they were heading to the next door when they heard voices "Stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them…"

"I wouldn't bet on it." muttered Gral as they entered, resulting in the Stormcloaks pulling out their Iron Warhammers and charging the two. Gral quickly grabbed the handle of the hammer that was swung at him and thrust it upwards, knocking the hammer off course; he then kicked the Stormcloak wielding it in the stomach before slamming the handle of the hammer into their face, forcing them to release it and fall to the ground, he then spun the hammer round and slammed the blunt end into the head of the Stormcloak, killing him. He turned to see Hadvar avoiding numerous swings of the other Stormcloak's hammer so he threw his stolen hammer at the Stormcloak, who ducked to dodge it, which allowed Hadvar to get in close and stab her through the chest with his Imperial Sword.

"Well, their armour was utterly useless, your sword cut straight through it" remarked Gral as Hadvar cleaned the blood off his sword.

"The Stormcloaks specialise in hit-and-run tactics, so their armour is designed to allow for easier and faster movement in addition to protection against light arrow fire. However, this makes it virtually useless in a prolonged fight against an opponent with proper weaponry, such as the average Legionnaire" Hadvar explained.

The two headed through the Keep in a similar manner, killing numerous Stormcloaks that attempted to attack them until they reached a torture room, which had a passage going out the back of it. Seeing this as their only way out, they followed it until they reached a cave system, where they heard a roar and the passage caved in behind them.

"Well Hadvar, I do believe we can't get out that way" Gral said to the soldier, causing him to let out a chuckle as they walked through the caves and found a stream.

"Look, a stream, if we follow it we may find the way out" said Hadvar as they followed it; they soon had to turn off and into a lair of Frostbite Spiders, the inhabitants of which greeted them by spraying Frostbite Venom at them.

"Yeesh, why is it always spiders? I hate spiders, why couldn't it be a lair of butterflies for once?" complained Gral as he threw one of his Iron Swords at a spider, piercing its head and killing it instantly, he then clenched his fist before opening it again, palm facing towards the spiders, as a torrent of flames emerged from his hand and burned a number of the spiders. After that, it was a simple matter of mopping up the rest of the spiders with Hadvar's help and soon they were on their way again.

"Wait, look over there" said Hadvar, holding up a hand to stop Gral before pointing at a mother bear on the opposite side of the cavern to them "I'd rather not tangle with her now, we'd better just sneak by."

"Aw, that's cute" whispered Gral to Hadvar as they saw two cubs sleeping nearby the mother as they sneaked by, the mother opened an eye to watch them as they went.

"Heh, bit of a softie at heart, are you?" Hadvar teased when they exited the bear's cavern and saw an opening in the rock face.

"Only with certain animals."

"Well, that's honestly… GET DOWN!" Hadvar barked and the two took cover behind a rock as the black Dragon flew over them and in the direction of another mountain "I'm honestly still in shock from Helgen, did that actually happen?"

"I'd say yes" replied Gral, watching where the Dragon had gone, brow furrowed in thought and pain as the pain in his side had dulled slightly but not much. The fighting had also reopened some of the wounds on his shoulder, so he had to use his magic to heal them again, though his shoulder still felt quite tender.

"Why do you think it decided to attack Helgen? And why now?"

"I've no idea. From what I know though, Dragons rarely do something without reason - especially an attack on this scale - this must've been a planned move."

"For what though?"

"Who knows? I could make a few guesses but I suspect that none of them will be correct."

"Well, it does us no good to just stand here and talk about it. Riverwood's near here and my uncle's the blacksmith there, we can go to him for shelter" said Hadvar, turning and walking down the mountain, keeping a look out for wolves and trolls. Gral soon followed, which reminded Hadvar of something he said in Helgen "You said that your family wouldn't care about your death, were you serious when you said that?"

"My family and I rarely got along, so - as you can imagine - we parted on extremely bad terms" Gral answered, looking at Hadvar seriously, eyes showing no signs of deception "When I left, they told me in no uncertain terms that they'd rejoice if I somehow got myself killed and in return, I told them to go and choke on the ash from the eruption of Red Mountain."

"Ah, family quarrels are the worst. Fortunately, my family is quite close so we rarely fight, and never to that level."

"You're lucky, try to hold onto it as long as possible" said Gral, looking out over the horizon as Hadvar gave an affirmative response, the two walked in silence for a while before Hadvar spoke again.

"Your fighting back there was amazing, have you ever considered joining the Legion?"

"I had to learn to fight like that to survive, but in answer to your question: No, fighting in wars has never really interested me and now there's just too much politics involved with the Legion. I also think they're going too far to appease the Thalmor when they should be focused on rebuilding from the war, making them appear even weaker than they currently are… Ah, no offence."

"None taken, I can see your point but I hope you'll reconsider, the Legion could use a soldier like you and not just for your skills; your outlook is perfect for it, I heard what you said about Ulfric in the cart and I definitely agree. There are too many people joining the Legion just because they want glory or honor rather than to protect the Empire and if the rebels somehow have gotten themselves a Dragon, then General Tullius is the only one who can stop them."

"Hm…" the conversation carried on like this with both men exchanging stories and jokes until they came into view of a large ruin built into the side of a mountain.

"You see that old ruin over there? That's Bleak Falls Barrow, I remember that the place used to give me nightmares when I was younger… Draugr coming down from the mountain to creep in through my window, things like that" said Hadvar, frowning as he looked at the ruin, making Gral look at him "I'll admit, I still don't like the looks of the place…"

"Hm, my family lives almost next door to one; dealing with angry Draugr was a real pain. Fortunately, we never had to deal with any Draugr Deathlords" replied Gral as they set off again.

"Deathlords?"

"Draugr that somehow can use the power of The Voice despite being dead. I suspect they were formerly the worshippers of Dragons, which is how they learned how to use The Voice" Gral's explanation carried the two into reached Riverwood where Hadvar headed for a store with a forge outside being worked on by a Nord male with dirty blonde hair.

"Hadvar, is that you? What're you doing here and not in Helgen? And who is this?" the blacksmith asked, bewildered at his nephew's sudden appearance with a complete stranger.

"Uncle Alvor, it's good to see you. However I can't really explain here, it's too long of a story and I can hardly believe it myself, do you have somewhere we can talk privately?" replied Hadvar, which caused Alvor to pack his things away and invite the two into his house, there Havar proceeded to explain what had happened in Helgen "… In fact, if it weren't for Gral here, I wouldn't have been able to get to Riverwood to tell you what happened. He saved my life several times."

"Tch, don't be ridiculous Hadvar, you'd have done just fine without me. You saved me a couple of times as well" put in Gral, unwilling to allow Hadvar to undermine his own achievements.

"That may be, but we're thankful to you for bringing Hadvar home, but I'd like to ask you to do something else for us" said Alvor, looking at Gral approvingly but slightly pleadingly "The Jarl needs to know what happened at Helgen, especially if that Dragon comes back, Riverwood is defenceless. Could you go to Whiterun and inform the Jarl and try to get him to send some soldiers to protect the town?"

"Sure, but may I use your forge first? I can't stand wearing this light Imperial piece of crap for much longer, so I was going to forge myself a set of Steel Armour" answered Gral, giving his Imperial Light Armour (which was looking worse for wear) a dirty look, Alvor shook his head.

"I have a ready-made set of Steel Plate Armour which I'll give you free of charge if you do this for me" he said, getting an interested look from Gral though he wondered what the catch was "The only issue is that it won't be my best work as I've not had time to adjust it to make it a better fit."

"That won't be a problem, I could set out for Whiterun as soon as you want me to" replied Gral, soon after, Gral was clad in the set of Plate Armour except for the helmet, which was resting under his arm "Thank you for your hospitality, I'll make sure that the first thing I do when I get to Whiterun is let the Jarl know about Riverwood."

After bidding farewell to Hadvar and his family, Gral set off towards Whiterun using a hastily drawn map Alvor had given him for direction. Eventually, after about an hour of walking, he came across a number of farms with a path near to them that appeared to lead to a city that sat upon a large rock formation, but before he could do anything, he had to duck under a flailing Giant's club as a group of people were attacking it. Not knowing what was going on, Gral decided to wait until the Giant had been defeated to find out what was going on, much to the chagrin of one of the warriors.

"The beast is defeated, no thanks to you" said one of the warriors, she was a Nord that was about 5 foot 8 with reddish-brown hair and brown and green face-paint on that resembled a claw mark across her face.

"Didn't look like my fight, I don't get involved in fights that aren't mine" replied Gral, after taking off his helmet to speak to her, face to face.

"That may be, but a true Nord would've gotten involved for the promise of glory alone."

"I think the word you're looking for there isn't "Nord" but "fool"."

"And that's a milk-drinker's response if I ever heard one, you may look tough, but I bet you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag."

"Is that a challenge?" asked Gral, frowning at her which caused her to laugh at him mockingly and then start taunting him. Gral's frown deepened before he took a step forward and slammed his forehead into her nose, causing her to be knocked to the floor with a bleeding nose "I guess I've got enough fight in me to knock you down."

"He's got you there Aela" said a black haired man with a very muscular build and was clad in a set of heavy armour that Gral didn't recognise, laughing at the female's misfortune "I'm Farkas, you've already met Aela, we're members of The Companions."

"The Companions? That's the elite group of warriors that does mercenary work, right?"

"Yes, and you could join us if you wished, maybe put that head of yours to use" put in Aela, while holding her nose to stop the bleeding.

"Perhaps I will, but I have an important errand to run before I do anything."

"That's not an issue, just visit Jorrvaskr if you're interested and talk to Kodlak" said Farkas as they left, Gral followed them up to Whiterun but had a bit of trouble with the guards, which meant he lost them in the hustle and bustle of Whiterun during the day.

"Excuse me but where could I find the Jarl of this Hold?" Gral asked, stopping a nearby guard who directed him to the palace at the top of the hill, which was named Dragonsreach. Upon entering it, Gral attempted to deliver his warning but was held up by the Jarl's housecarl, a Dark Elf named Irileth, who only let him pass when he explained that he was here with information on Helgen and a request for aid from Riverwood.

"Irileth, who is this?" asked a fair haired Nord sat on the throne, he wore fine clothing so Gral assumed he was the Jarl of the Hold.

"A survivor from Helgen milord, he claims to know what happened." replied Irileth.

"Well, don't keep me waiting, spit it out."

"It's a long story, so to shorten it I'll just say that a Dragon attacked and destroyed Helgen" replied Gral, a bit annoyed at the Jarl's attitude but keeping his tongue in check as Riverwood needed aid.

"A Dragon, are you sure?"

"Positive, my lord. I know enough about Dragons to accurately identify them when I see them." replied Gral while thinking 'I'd be concerned if I didn't, having grown up around them the way I did', this resulted in an argument between the Jarl, his advisor and Irileth, ending up with the Jarl deciding to send troops to Riverwood to reinforce it in the event of a Dragon attack. After sending Irileth to inform the troops and his advisor to do his job, the Jarl turned to Gral.

"I am thankful for what you have done for me and my Hold, most people would've just followed their own agenda but you sought me out to inform me of this threat to Whiterun, you've done me a great service and I won't forget it."

"Hm, it's nothing. I owed Alvor a debt for helping me out the way he did and he asked me to inform you of the Dragon in return, besides I'm not the type of person to leave innocents to die" responded Gral but then his ribs sent a spike of pain through him, reminding him that he still had not had them looked at, as the Jarl continued talking about another task that Gral could do for him "Forgive me, but can this wait until tomorrow morning? I need rest and I'd like to have my side and shoulder looked at by a proper healer because the Dragon tossed me through an inn and they've still not recovered, as all I could do was basic treatment of them."

"Certainly, you should go to the Temple of Kynareth. If there's anywhere in Whiterun to fix up your injuries, it's there. I'll have a guard escort you down"

After the guard had escorted him to the Temple, the healer - a woman named Danica Pure-Spring - identified that his ribs had been cracked by the fall through the inn and that his cuts from the Dragon's teeth had mostly healed but would leave some fairly nasty scars. She stated that she was amazed that he made it out of Helgen and to Whiterun at all. After giving him a couple of potions, a meal and ordering him to rest for the night, she bustled off to deal with other patients, leaving Gral alone with his thoughts.

'Well, this has been an eventful couple of days in Skyrim, a Dragon returning and attacking Helgen is not a good sign, though I'm sure Kahlolaan and his followers would've been happy to see it. Actually, that reminds me, that Dragon looked familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before or I know of her, but that's impossible; the only dragon I know is Kahlolaan, all the others were either killed or in hiding, so why was that one familiar?
Meh, I won't get anywhere thinking about it, I need to get some sleep so I'm ready to do the Jarl's task, probably sending me into one of those abandoned burial sites…'

With that last thought, Gral shut his eyes and dozed off.

Scene Change: Skuldafn

The black Dragoness that had attacked Helgen sat on a pillar, deep in thought. She had midnight black scales, eyes that were a dark shade of crimson, a powerful set of wings and sharp claws arming each digit on her four feet (A/N: Basically, Alduin looks like a proper Dragon from mythology, specifically a western-style dragon; the dragons we see in Skyrim are more akin to Wyverns in appearance, so I'm having their appearance showing their status, the lesser Dragons look like the in game ones whereas the ones with higher status like Alduin and Paarthurnax (being the children of Akatosh, hence having higher status) will resemble regular dragons). She was soon joined by another Dragon with red scales and green eyes with slit pupils; he looked like a smaller but bulkier version of the black Dragoness in terms of physical shape, though he appeared to have more battle scars than she did.

"Thuri, I take it your attack on the joor settlement went well" said the red dragon in a deep, rough male voice as he landed, causing the Dragoness to look at him.

"Of course it did Odahviing, I have not been gone for so long that I cannot handle a single joor village" barked the Dragoness at Odahviing.

"Of course not thuri, but you seem deep in thought, might I enquire as to why?" the Dragoness paused at Odahviing's question, before looking up at the sky which was littered with stars and an aurora could be seen cutting across the view of them.

"One of the joor - a Human - carried the smell of Dov. It was stronger than even the scent of a Dovahkiin; had I not known better, I'd have thought he was a Dovah Sonaak."

"It was probably one of Kahlolaan's followers, some of them are descended from Nahkriin, I believe. That's what likely gave him the smell he had."

"If that were true, the fool would've been on the floor bowing and grovelling, not going out of his wayto insult me, it is… vexing. Although, I must admit that his blood tasted good and throwing him through a building was extremely satisfying" the Dragoness said while licking her lips, her face morphing into a dark grin at the memory.

"Indeed it is thuri, but I fear I have no answers for you… Krosis" apologised Odahviing which caused the Dragoness to look at him with slight annoyance.

"Do not apologise to me for something that doesn't require one, fahdon" she said, giving Odahviing a warm look before looking up into the sky again "You may not know have answers, but I think we both know someone does, KAHLOLAAN!"

"I was hoping we needn't involve him thuri" said Odahviing, displeasure lacing his tone "his attitude is most… irritating."

"I know, but while I will admit that this joor interests me, he also confuses me and I do not like being confused" she replied, annoyance evident in her voice and body language which only increased when a bronze coloured Dragon came into view; unlike the other two, he had no forelegs but rather used his wings as a substitute.

"Alduin, Thuri; it does my heart good to see you again" grovelled the Dragon, bowing so low his nose touched the floor.

"Get up you fool!" barked Alduin, snarling at him "I did not summon you here to listen to that kuyiz! I summoned you to ask why a joor I encountered had a stronger scent of Dov than a Dovahkiin."

"Well, I have a number of followers; some of them are direct descendants of Nahkriin, so maybe you met one of them?"

"Do you really think me as stupid enough to not consider that possibility? Your rez would not dare insult me like this one did."

"Ah… I have an idea of who it might be, if I may be so bold, thuri: what did this joor look like?"

"Tall for a joor, pale skin, red hair, human, male!" answered Alduin, gritting her teeth in anger both at Kahlolaan's grovelling and memory of the human's rudeness.

"Ah… I see you've met Gral then, thuri" replied Kahlolaan, looking ashamed of the fact that he knew the human who'd insulted Alduin.

"Who?"

"Gral, Gral Rahgol Krosis. He's the eldest son of my most devoted worshippers and one of Nahkriin's descendants, he was always fighting against the rule and teachings of his family and eventually left them roughly nine years ago, we've not heard from him since."

"Why does this… Gral have the name of a Dov?" interrupted Odahviing, drawing Alduin's interest as well, as she was wondering the same thing "Surely your little rez wouldn't be arrogant enough to dare give their offspring the name of a Dov…"

"No, they aren't. I named him" answered Kahlolaan, wondering precisely how to explain this properly "Since they are my most devoted worshippers, they - and their ancestors before them - dedicate their kiir to me and in return I name them. Gral was always a fighter, even as a yunkliin, so I granted him a name that reflected his nature… I would even go as far as saying that he would've been a great successor to Nahkriin, had he not left."

"I notice you speak highly of him when you would normally speak of him as the worst of vax, why?" interjected Alduin, eyeing Kahlolaan analytically, knowing he hates people who do not worship Dragons and hates those who leave his little group of worshippers even more.

"Gral was like a Dov in a joor's body, he never bowed to anyone unless they proved themselves superior to him and even then, he would still train to best them - a trait which was the one of main reasons for his fights with his family - and by the time he left, he was one of the best warriors I had ever seen. In fact, his attitude reminded me a lot of you and Paarthurnax in the old days, thuri. I despise him for leaving and would not hesitate to tear him to shreds if we ever crossed paths again, but I also respect him for his abilities which will have only grown since then" replied Kahlolaan, getting lost in his memories and rambling, much to the annoyance of Odahviing and Alduin "It's a shame you never met him while he served me thuri, I think you would have liked him."

"If he was anything like he was when I first met him - or anything like you for that matter - it's more likely I'd kill him out of sheer annoyance" muttered Alduin, much to Odahviing's amusement "Now be gone, Kahlolaan. Your prattle is most… alunrinis."

Kahlolaan left after some more grovelling and soon after Odahviing left Alduin to her thoughts. 'If that fool got one thing right, it's that the joor does interest me; to earn such high praise from Kahlolaan when he despises you is not an easy feat' she thought as she tucked her head under her wing to sleep 'Gral Rahgol Krosis, I will be watching you with great interest…'

Well that's a wrap everyone; This fic was heavily inspired by Kiliani's You Are Mine, Dovahkiin and MaChaoJustice's Legend of Saviik so you will see extremely similar themes and ideas but I hope that my fic will be different enough to not piss off those two and for my lovely readers to enjoy it. Also if you've not seen the two fics I just mentioned, I'd highly recommend checking them out, they are really good pieces of writing and a brilliant addition to the Elder Scrolls fanfiction archive.
Right, that's enough of my fanperson babbling, here's the Thu'um translations, straight from the Legacy Translator on the website:

Gral Rahgol Krosis - Ruin Rage Sorrow

Zu'u fund ag hi het waan Zu'u rund hi bahlaan do dii yolos, hi vonizraad mal vorenaak! Ahrk fah umaak, Zu'u los punah - I would burn you here if I found you worthy of my flames, you insignificant little parasite! And for the record, I am female.

Kahlolaan - Pride Deceive Want, the name of the Dragon that Gral's family worship.

Thuri - My Overlord

Joor - Mortal

Odahviing - Winged Snow Hunter, the name of one of Alduin's top lieutenants.

Dov - Dragon

Dovahkiin - Dragon Born or Dragon Hunter Born

Dovah Sonaak - Dragon Priest

Nahkriin - Vengance

Kuyiz - drivel

Fahdon - friend

Alduin - Destroyer Devour Master, the name of Akatosh's first born, the World Eater and the main antagonist for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.

Rez - pet/pets

Kiir - children

Yunkliin - hatchling

Vax - traitor/traitors

Paarthurnax - Ambition Overlord Cruelty, the name of Akatosh's second born, Alduin's younger brother and master of the Greybeards.

Alunrinis - boring

EDIT (12/08/2018): As some of you may have noticed, this is not the original Chapter I of my fic. I've rewritten the chapter but kept most of the framework from the original, but changed some things that I didn't like after a recent reading of the chapters, mainly some of Gral's lines and I've done a fair bit of alteration to my original plans for Alduin's character in this, which may not be as noticeable in the amended chapters, but she's had a few line changes as well. Other than that, not too many changes have been made, so I hope that the changes are actually improvements, so please let me know what you think abut them (if they're noticeable or not, if they work well with the fic etc.).

Well, that's all I really have to say, let me know what you think. Do you love it? Hate it? Think it needs improvement? Let me know by a review, PM, follow or favourite. I only ask that reveiws/PMs are written in a polite and comprehensible manner and that any constructive criticism you have is included; flames will be ignored and deleted. Any feedback is appreciated provided it follows the rules clearly stated, other than that, let me know what you think... And I'm rambling because I'm a tad nervous, it's still my first Elder Scrolls fic and I want to to it well. The pairing has also been decided as Gral/Alduin.

So, until next time,

Darth Annihilator - Out.