A/N: Hello again. I have a fuuuuuuuuuuuu**ing annoying sister that backchats with everything. Beat her easily, but I need to vent my anger to something productive. So this was born! And also, if there are any spelling mistakes, do tell me. And also, the bits I leave out are unimportant but you should know all them.
Disclaimer: I do not own elder scrolls blah-Dee-blah-Dee-blah. They are owned by their respected copyright owners. Blah-Dee-blah, Any use of these copyright infringements will result in a fine and maybe a ban from the internet. Blah blah… wait, WHAT!
Characters: F! Dragonborn/Dovahkiin Nord named Shara (OC). Aela. Main two and a couple of others like Halgrind (OC)(NO SMUT OR LEMONS YET! NOT UNTIL AFTER THE COMPANION QUEST AND GREYBEARD INDUCTION TRAINING)
Takes place just when you see the giant outside Whiterun and the dialogue may be different as I will shape it to my will (*muffled* don't hurt me!)
This- Thought
This- Words of Power
This- telepathy (rare)
Warnings: Bad language and unintended innuendos, nothing bad.
On with the show!
Cycle Broken
Shara stumbled over the many rocks and juttering out teeth-like mountains that infested the world of Skyrim. It wasn't long until Shara came across the hub of Skyrim and the majestic grasslands of Whiterun, Hub of Skyrim, so the man from Riverwood had wondrously expressed to her. After what felt like ages standing atop the little rock face, Shara slowly dismounted her new favourite place to admire Skyrim. Seeing for miles, to the edge of the plains. Shara took off towards the front door of the Nordic settlement only to be stopped by an almighty roar.
The Nord pulled out her dual steel swords she had taken from Helgen during her… Fiery escape… and ran to the source of the commotion. Hoping it wasn't a Dragon since the power the first one displayed was utterly fear provoking, Shara loomed over a couple of guards and a weird looking woman with dark red hair wielding a bow trying to subdue a Giant. At least it isn't a Dragon, By GODS, That was scary she thought as she joined the fray slicing the Giants Achilles heel and stomach until the being roared out in pain and fell forward onto the arrows that protruded from his skull and chest.
After the giant had been slain, Shara sheathed her swords and wiped some red hair of hers that tried to block her vision. She wore imperial armour as she hadn't seen anything else available it the time, It was more of a rush thing, Shara stood up straight after surveying the dead creature in front of her to hear a powerful yet commanding voice behind her. "Who is this Woman? Identify yourself!" Shara twizzled on her aching feet to come face to face with the woman she had seen shooting steel arrows with deadly accuracy at the beast. Her pure brown eyes full of power and ferocity.
"I am Shara, I was at Helgen when a Dragon attacked," Shara explained calmly. Only to receive a cold welcome. "From Helgen? A Dragon? I find that hard to believe, if so, Jarl Balgruuf should know, I do not know why you are here, but respect Whiterun and her people," With that, The weirdly clad red head twisted around sheathing her bow and walking off gracefully in the direction of the wooden and stone walled city. "Don't mind her, she's a bit of a loose piece of fire in a wood, It spreads quick," During this Shara turned to see a Whiterun guard speaking to her. "Are you Imperial?" He asked. Shara replied "No not yet, probably won't be, but, who was she?" The Guard seemed shocked at the sentence only replied with a war fortified voice, "Aela? You don't know of the greatest bowmen of the Companions?" Shara just cocked her eyebrow and tilted her head indicating her question.
"Oi Vey… Where have you been the last couple of years? The Companions are powerful descendants of the first settlers of Tamriel, Skyrim is only a fragment of Tamriel, as you might know, not many people like going from Skyrim to other areas. Aela, she was a beauty until she put on the tattoo along her face, probably from insecurity or some other weird reason yet she still is b-e-a-U-tiful, but hey, how do you not know anything here? And more importantly, where can I be taught to lie like that?" The Nordic girl just tilted her head further, "I was caught during a Stormcloak incursion. Along with a guy called Ralof and a Hose thief who I didn't catch the name of but heard he was from Riverwood. Also, there was this other guy, I think Ralof called him Ulfric? Jarl of Windhelm and true High King? Anyway, I'm from outside Skyrim, Can't remember much since I was bludgeoned by an Imperial"
The Whiterun guard just looked more interested. After a very long conversation about the companions, the Nine Holds, The Nine holds governing cities and a brief talk on what happened at Helgen, The Whiterun guard said his goodbyes and asked Shara if she needed any info or help, she could always find him outside the Dragonsreach. Shara said her goodbyes and headed to the Jarl. Explaining her little incident in Helgen. The Jarl was a bit, adamant, to say the least. But he did soak it in. After another long talk with his Housecarl, whatever that was, Irileth and his steward Aventus Avenicci. He came to a decision and regarded the secondary being standing before him.
He started talking about other matters like the western watchtower, how they had reports of a strange flying beast spitting out fire. At this point Shara saw her opportunity, "Jarl? No meaning to interrupt but, I think that was a Dragon that attacked your Watchtower. It might even be the same one from Helgen, Or even a different one entirely, May I prove myself to you and help defeat this dragon?" The Jarl seemed to hesitate, probably considering his options. His two ego-like subjects were trying to dissuade and persuade him on allowing or disallowing Shara to help with the retake. After a few more minutes of eternity silence, the Jarl came up with his decision. In his rough and very powerful accent he spoke "If what you say is true then you are the greatest asset we have and our top advisor on these matters, Join Irileth and a squadron of Whiterun guards and find the beast,"
"But, I have another task for you to do, a Nordic burial ground has a Dragonstone in it that my court wizard wants can you get that first? Prove yourself to me and then go to the tower" With that Shara took off for the barrow and completely obliterated all inside it, it took her a hefty few lockpicks to get the stuff inside the master's chest, but she got the goods. When she reached the end, she heard a voice in the back of her head, A sort of chant. The massive cavern had a coffin and a couple of valuable stuff Shara could use to gain a large amount of money with, pocketing it; she searched the cavern a little more, finding hidden chests. Whenever she moved away from the block centre, the voice grew louder, she couldn't ignore it any longer, she couldn't find the Dragonstone, but she could find the source of the annoying huffy voice. When a little glimmer on the alter on the center level, she found it was coming from some weirdly scrambled up lines and dots. She got closer and lightly stroked the shining lines. The blues' hue, along with her vision, dissipated, but the voice grew so loud in her head. Shara thought she was knocked out, but when the floor didn't make contact with her body, she wondered if she was even alive. Even with her blue eyes fully wide, It was only when the vision seemed to back away from her mind did she see a Draugr standing in front of her. It snarled at her as Shara drew her swords. She was the first to strike, but this was no ordinary Draugr. This was an Overlord.
Shara didn't notice the thing yell at her. Only the wind that came with it she noticed. It did smell very dead. Just as much as he will be now. After several blows, the Overlord crumbled to pieces. Feeling a sense of pride and overconfidence, she scavenged its body for the Dragonstone she had been searching for. A couple of coins came along too, but she concentrated on the weird tablet with the same markings on it as the alter behind her. Shara didn't want to dawdle any longer than she needed to. She ran back to Whiterun with swiftness only a shade could match.
When she produced the stone tablet to the wizard did the Jarl order her presence. She headed to him slowly. When she did, he gave her compliments of greatness and how she had, without fear, taken on a burial ground filled to the brim with Draugr and a Draugr overlord and that she had undoubtedly won the trust of the Jarl. Even if his name was Balgruuf the Greater, He told her that she was more powerful than the entire contents of Jorrvaskr and the Companions. "Now, I have given permission for you to purchase one item for absolutely free in my city. It's the least I can do. We can finally decipher the ancient Dragon texts and find out what they mean. Now, Impress me further and vanquish whatever is destroying the Western Watchtower. Let it be Man, Machine or Dragon. I have high expectations of you. Make me proud."
After supplying herself with more powerful weaponry and armour, Shara headed in the direction in which Irileth would rendezvous her at. Taking her less than an hour to reach her destination, Shara and the other guards seemed to have their mouths drop further downwards than the floor. Carnage, it was the best way to describe the utter obliteration of the tower. All that was left was a couple of dead corpses and a tower that didn't even resemble what it was constructed for anymore. After ages of staring, Irileth spoke in a sorrowful voice, "I know what we see is dreadful, I do hope there were survivors. Everyone spread out and look for clues like a Dragons scale, If there is none then it isn't what we think it is, If it is, May the Gods watch over us.
Shara clinked along in her freshly made iron armour and some sweet looking war axe. The Skyforge blacksmith called it a Skyforge steel war axe. It was smooth and fitted her perfectly. She drew said axe and her shield. Steel Arrows perched on her back ready to be pulled out like the Imperial bow she had picked up. Easy combo to begin with. Shara doesn't like wearing a helmet, but today, she was being careful and wore a rather horny iron helmet. (No innuendo meant there) Shara stormed on into the courtyard, or what's left of it, and surveyed the skies, she noticed the guards were looking more around for bandits, or more rather, Stormcloaks. Shara just tsked and shouted out "Look to the skies, the Dragon isn't likely to stalk behind a small tower is he?" It definitely caught their attention, but her feeling of power subsided as the dark Elf Irileth called out "You are not in charge here, Peasant, I am and I have instructed for them to find anyone alive and you haven't won my trust yet like you have the Jarl. You have to first prove to me you can take orders before you can give them," Shara just sulked. Ungrateful Bitch Shara thought in her head. She didn't like taking orders, as long as it was fun or dangerous, she was happy. Shara was knocked out of her stream of endless cursing when a guard pulled out his bow and knocked an arrow.
Screaming at the top of his voice, he screamed so almighty Ysgramor himself heard it himself, "DRAGON! EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" He shot his first arrow at the approaching flying death trap. Backing up slowly, he didn't notice the Dragon land only an inch away from him. Shara watched with a feeling of dread, not only for herself, not only for the things that will happen to her, but the things that will happen to the guard if he didn't move now. She watched as the dragon opened it gigantic mouth and roared out spewing fire all over the guard. He didn't even have time to scream. Shara just pulled up her lead arms and ran for the dragon. The dragon just took one glance from the human approaching it. His eyes widened and he took flight before Shara could even get her first blow to it.
"Blast it!" She shouted to the guards. Irileth didn't even have time to notice that she was obeying commands. She probably thought that she was the expert now; she knows what she's doing. "Aim for the wings! Clip it!" Shara didn't even want to dwell on the feeling of power. Only the sudden urge to kill the beast. Something inside her seemed to pull her to know some sort of strength to kill beast. She pulled out her bow and knocked an arrow, pulling the string far back, almost like it will snap. She let the arrow fly, The Dragon let out a massive cry of pain as the arrow landed directly square in its eye. Its head bobbed around more and more as it was trying to subdue the pain and fly away, only to be hit by another similar shot that punctured its wing.
Surprised at the accuracy, Shara couldn't even hit a training dummy when she was growing up. She just stared at the bow and saw the creature spiral out of control and directly at her. She sheathed her bow and pulled out her shield and axe. Waiting for the thing to crash, she waited. Judging the distance, Shara launched herself straight at the beast as it landed, sending chunks of earth and vegetation everywhere. Shara struck the vile creature in the neck. Blood spurting out.
Shara hit it more times, straddling the blooded neck of the creature; she pummelled the still good eye several times until the creature screamed. Inhuman and blood curdling as it was, Shara was only driven to kill it more. Slicing the head to pieces, the creature fell silent and fell noisily to the ground. Shara pulled out her axe from the creature and dismantled its almost severed head. Looking down at her hands. She could still feel that urge to destroy all Dragons. She looked back up at the Dragon, only to see its scaled body seem to disintegrate before her. The outer skin seemed to peel off and disappear into the breeze, Revealing the skeleton inside. As this was happening, Shara saw white ghostly tendrils rapidly wrap her form coming from the Dragon. Shara just then looked down at her hands as the tendrils were absorbed into her skin.
"Wha…What just happened?" Shara asked hoping for some god damn miracle to show itself. "WOW! So you're a Dragonborn? Who would have known hey? I've only knew you less than a day and I have seen you rise from newcomer to VIP," Shara looked up and towards the guard she had been complimented by. "What am I now? A Freak? What just happened?" Shara couldn't help but question her. Not expecting an answer, she looked towards the bones and scales strewn on the floor. "You're a Dragonborn, you have the power to full kill Dragons and you have the ability to speak in the pure form. The language of the Dragons," Shara then whipped her head violently toward her friend.
"Now I do hope I don't start talking like an earthquake," Shara replied regaining and trying her best to keep her cool" The guard just chuckled and approached her." hah, hah, Quite the contrary actually, you have the ability to speak with words so powerful, they can take physical form. Demonstrate to me your Words of Power, search your soul for that one Unrelenting Force of Power" Shara just closed her eyes and looked into herself, Only to feel a sudden gibberish word hit her, it wasn't even a real word. She looked at the guard and said to him. "What if this doesn't work? Plus, I don't think I have brushed or washed since before I was captured," The guard just chuckled and quickly said "Hit me, Not literally though,"
Shara just closed her eyes and found that word again. She turned her head in the guards' direction and said, "Fὕss!" As soon as she spoke the word, a massive gush of wind hit the man and almost made him fall over. Shara just looked astounded that she even knew the word. She sent out a stream of curses to herself and helped the man with apologies. "No sweat, it was a bit surprising, wow! That was powerful! It seems you manipulate the air around you and turn it into a sort of weapon to stun your enemies. Not that I am one, Halgrind doesn't have enemies, just annoyances and friends," Shara then found his name to be one of a different power. It was different in a way that he was a sort of general of Whiterun, He probably wasn't but she was happy to know his name.
"Sorry anyways." She couldn't stop repeating herself. It was annoying, yet Halgrind didn't seem to be effected. "As I said, No sweat" Shara just admired his steel and bravado and finally knew what that crazy shrivelled up walking bone fashion statement did at the altar. He spoke a word of power. He was One like Her, Dragonborn. "Now I know what you're thinking, That Draugr is a Dragonborn, On the contrary actually, he isn't. He only has access to a word and the power to access that word in his mind. But yes, you are very much alone, yet there have been others like you here in Skyrim before," Halgrind spoke quickly. At that new piece of info, Shara knew she wasn't alone, yet she was.
As long as she had friends like him, she was happy
Surprisingly, she is mistaken.
Shara made her way back up to Dragonsreach. Ready to meet the celebration of a lifetime. When she entered Jarl was standing there ready to speak to her. "Well done, Irileth had already told me of your power, So, What is it like being a Dragonborn?" He spoke with intent and patience. "First, what the hell is a Dragonborn, Halgrind didn't fill me in on that much. Second, how the Hell did Irileth beat me here? Thirdly, I can kill Dragons, I was told 'No one can kill a Dragon, Only leave it in a decaying slumber'" She finished with a tendency to have an answer. After a Very long conversation with the Jarl, did Shara hear a very powerful voice boom in the air, "DOVAHKIIN!" Startled at this, she looked around and saw the Jarl there almost as surprised as her, "About damn time too, Greybeards are getting a bit slow. As if they are intent on the world being left at the tip of a knife." Shara had even more questions, The Jarl filled her in on those as well, All of a sudden, My life goes from innocent but convicted and almost beheading to Dragonborn or Dovahkiin Shara couldn't help but speak in her head. Only when the Jarl spoke about an honour did Shara return to the land of the living. "It is a great honour to be in your presence, Dragonborn, With your help by slaying the dragon and returning peace to Whiterun, I grant you this sword from my armoury, along with granting you the honorary title of Thane, It is the highest status I can give to a champion of my people. You deserve it,"
As he finished, another woman walked on over, dressed in steel armour and a steel shield. She didn't wear a helmet, but made her look even sexier. She looked toward the familiarly dressed warrior and said in a smooth voice, "Honour to you, my Thane" At that, Shara had a sense of pride. She liked every little bit of it. "Ah, that's another thing" Balgruuf interrupted. I have also given you permission to buy property in my city, I believe there is a small house open for sale, The Breezehome, I think it's called. Talk to my Steward he'll tell you more." With that, Balgruuf retreated to his throne and Shara was left with the unusual woman who was quiet since she joined. "Hello my thane. Let me introduce myself, I am Lydia, I am a Housecarl. I am sworn to protect you and all you own, Such as your house, your items," Shara was at the verge of a mental breakdown. Too many answers to questions that were still in her head, now more?
"I am a bit tired and I need the time to sleep as it is…" Shara looked outside one of the windows. "Jesus! No wonder I am as stone dead as a Draugr after too much nord mead!" The moon was high above and so were the lights. Shara said her goodbyes to Lydia and took off in the direction of the tavern. Getting a good night's sleep was high on Shara's list now. She retreated to the land of which only dreams were created.
A/N: OFFICIALLY THE LONGEST CHAPTER! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD LAST THIS LONG! GOD LOVE BLIZZARD! And whatever comments that are positive or productive are welcome but flames and bad comments aren't. Those who do will be banned and their flames used for cooking a good homemade pie.