11th of Hearthfire, 4E 204
Kill me.
Those words echo in my head, screaming for mercy, but my cracked lips do not open. No tears, no begging, no weakness at all. I do not break. I stare up into their sightless eye sockets, my face hard. For decades I plead, but they were deaf to my begging. So I became silent, found comfort in it. They do horrible experiments on me, yet I do not scream, I do not give them that pleasure.
Tonight is the night. The day where they succeed, and when I, a once hero, becomes a monster.
They grab me roughly, pulling me out of the foul dungeon I call home, the heavy chains rubbing around my white wrists, opening the delicate wounds on them. My bloody, rough robes drag on the stone ground, my ratty reddish blond hair hanging in my haggard face. They put me on the table, tying leather straps around my body, wrists, and ankles, making me perfectly secure.
Bony hands grasp a black orb of energy, holding it in front of my mouth. My weak muscles tense for whatever comes next. Then it shoves the orb between my teeth, down my lips. I writhe and twist, struggling to escape it. But I can't.
It hurts. More than anything I have ever felt in my hellish imprisonment. It burns in my veins, like acid melting my insides. But I don't scream. The agony takes away all ability to speak, to think at all. My bones feel like they're shattering, tiny splinters imbedding in my tender flesh, and then I hear it, a deep rumble of laughter deep in my soul. I hear his voice.
"Hello, tiny one. Don't worry, you will be dead once I take over," the deep voice promises me deep within my very soul. "I will crush you, mortal."
"It has been done. Lord Alduin is now one with the woman; he will soon live!" they howl gleefully, their shouts of triumph echoing around the huge, black cave.
My mind awakens. Who is this Alduin? Why do they honor him? Why is Alduin in me? The presence in me burns, trying to devour my soul, but I fight. Like I fought the Daedra, like how I fought to save all of Nirn. I grow weaker, the world fading to blackness.
But my eyes glimpse someone, a man. He is tall, clad in a strange, steel plated armor, his dark gold hair held in a small tail, small braids running though it. His blue eyes flash with confusion and then worry when he sees me. I reach out to him, a small ghost of a smile on my dirty face. And I sleep.
A/N Welcome to my first/second (I am not sure) Elder Scrolls story! Now, a little info on this.
It takes place exactly one year after the Dragonborn defeats Alduin in Soverngarde. As you hopefully noticed, his soul was salvaged. How? You have to read on and see! Alduins soul is then merged with The Hero of Kvatch's own soul. Now, if you don't know who the Hero of Kvatch is, she/he is the main character you play in Oblivion, the previous game to Skyrim. This story will center around renewal, rebirth, and hope. There is some romance and a some rather heavy violence in the future.
The Teen rating is for hallucinations, PTSD, war, violence, depression, and dark themes. Don't worry, though, its not all doom and gloom.
This story is actually very unique and almost has nothing to do with any quests in Skyrim, or anything really at all to do with the snowy land we all love. So, if you were expecting another story about someone's Dragonborn going through the main quests, or any Skyrim quests, you are wrong, my friend.
I hope you will continue to read on and give me some input on how to improve or just how much you hated or liked it. Have a fabulous day and see you next chapter!