Particularly for Pinky my first reviewer :3

Similar to first chapter only from Dragonborn's perspective

I fight and I battle, and I tear down the walls to get to you. Why do we go one? I remember flashes of my previous life that flit behind my closed eyes and I wonder if this madness will ever end?

Do you do this on purpose? Just to hear me scream and see me writhe in agony or is it something else? Something deeper than your lust for my pain?

But how could you know, you are Dovah and I am Dovahkiin. We are sworn enemies and no matter how hard I fight, no matter how much pain I endure I also find an excuse to hurt you till I drop from exhaustion.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I hate you more than life! More than death! And yet this cursed feeling remains! Why do you do this? Is it just to see me tortured? Do you revel in my agony? Would you even care enough to do that? No, I think this runs deeper. It is deeper that lust. Deeper than pain and deeper than death.

You know something I do not and that infuriates me to no end. Why do we continue fighting like this? I have questioned your motives before as they confuse me to no end. But why? I'm not angry at you constantly trying to kill me, in fact it is a relief that you do not bow down to me like so many others. But why? I hate you so much for confusing me.

Will it be any different in our last battle? Will you submit like Ohdaviing did, or will you finish yourself because you could not bare a life beside me? I don't care. We are enemies and that is all we will ever be.

Even now as I trudge towards our last battle, you manage to consume my thoughts. Well that is expected, I am supposed to end you. But when it comes to it will I be able to? It doesn't matter if I'm the Dragonborn, I'm only seventeen and a seventeen year old does not think clearly.

I should be able to strike you down without a second thought. I should be able to take Paarthurnax's advice and do what I must. I should listen to Delphine and Esbern, ignoring all my morals. But I can't because I'm seventeen and a seventeen year old does not think rationally

Are you going to revel? Twist my broken body and devour my shattered soul when I die? Yes I know I will not survive this. The glimpses of my past, even before I was dragged, kicking and screaming into Skyrim and held prisoner, evade my thoughts. Twisting, hacking, burning, breaking, destroying and corrupting the innocent mind of a child.

I am not a child anymore, a child thinks like a child and a child does childish things. I do not think like a child nor do I do childish things. I am far too concentrated on adult things. I've trained my once skinny and curvy figure into muscle through endless hours of training all to prepare for this day.

I now face you and you look so sad, so very sad. Why are you sad? You have what you want, you have me and finally you can kill me. You know I am too weak, too stupid to stop you. So World-Eater, end me. And with one final sweep after I fought valiantly, that is all what I need. I will come back and you know it.

Are you happy now? Except it Alduin World-Eater, I have you wrapped around my finger and you cannot escape. But then again I would be sorely disappointed if you did. So yes bleed me, torture me and kill me but in the end the outcome is always the same.

Maybe in another life we can have what we desire, for now though I will settle for half. After all isn't it better to settle for half the reward than none at all?