Magic of a Different Sort Chapter 3

The World Eater is dead

The Hungarian Horn-Tail is regarded as the fiercest dragon on earth. It is a vicious killing machine with natural instincts matched only by sharks in water. They are long, boney, and spiked. They reek of death and blood while striking an intimidating pose. The sight of one was enough to send many experienced wizards into a state of catatonic fear. To say the Dragonborn was unimpressed with the way the magic users reacted to the roar was an understatement.

There was a collective scream as the hundreds of people who had so foolishly followed the round man down into the arena looked at the dragon before them. It was glaring with such hate that many wet and soiled themselves upon the sight. It was noticed that the dragon's glare rested on only a single individual, the gold-skinned man that had the ethereal blade at the Minister of Magic's throat.

The man kept the blade at the Ministers throat and returned the gaze evenly. The crowd slowly parted to keep a clear line open between the stranger and the dragon. The staring match lasted for several moments before the Dragon growled at the man. The thing that shocked the people gathered however, was that the growl sounded like words. The man raised an eyebrow and their was a collective intake as he began to speak in a strange tongue, "Drem, Dov do smoliin. Mu yah ov, ahrk dinok dreh nid gein moro. Mu fent zaan ko fin ro do joorre. If you can."

"Of course I can speak as mortals do! Do not test my patience Fahliil!" There was another collective scream as the Horn-Tail spoke. It's voice less powerful that the red dragon's, but far more shocking. The dragon shot the collective humans an encompassing glare and snorted in disgust, "These pests think the Dov to be week, stupid creatures. But we shall have the final laugh when Alduin returns from his exile!"

Faas-Ru-Maar

Adam smirked at the proclamation given by the dragon, it seemed as though Alduin's fate was not felt in this reality so he did not have to worry about vengeful lizards trying to guzzle him down in revenge. It looked as though the dragons of this realm were not even the same as they were in the time of the Soul Eater, probably raised to idolize the black beast from the time they hatched; pathetic and satisfying at the same time.

Adam dispelled his blade and strode toward the dragon, ignoring the indignant spluttering of the round man in green. The premade path made his target all the easier to reach, and the gathering of Bretons parted even further as he approached the dragon and closed the retreat behind him. He barely noted the warrior child and the elder following him through the throng.

He marched with a purpose he had thought done away with long ago, vanished with the rest of his life's meaning. The feeling filling him made him wish to leap with joy, shout in exultation, and dance with merry abandon. But there was a time and place, and he could do all of those things with his wife. So, ignoring the strong feelings penetrating him, he stopped in front of the bronze dragon before him.

"The World Eater is dead, killed by my own hand in Sovngarde!" The declaration left him and he watched the dragon before him look down upon him in a manner a cross teacher would look at a bad child.

"The World Eater can not be killed mortal! Only one could do such an act and he does not exist in this realm!" The dragon retrieved its natural arrogance once more. Its neck straitened and its head stared directly down at the impetuous elf before it, "You will die for your insolence!"

Yul-Tool-Shul

Harry watched in growing horror as the Altmer strode to the dragon and began speaking to it. That the dragon was responding did not strike as much a nerve as the pure confidence that the man exuded, it was as though he knew that nothing the dragon did could hurt him.

He watched as they talked and his alarm tripled as the dragon declared that something called 'Alduin' would make them suffer. Sharing a look with the headmaster, the pair decided that it would be a good idea to deal with the dragon before it decided to simply eat or fry them all. Their wands rose simultaneously and they prepared to cast the most powerful spells they knew in an attempt to deal with the great lizard.

Before they could the man said something to the dragon and it straitened itself and shouted it would kill him. The large gathering of wizards gave a collective intake of breath and began to retreat until it was only Harry, Dumbledore, Adam, and the Horn-Tail in a wide circle. The Dragon took a deep breath and gave a roar and coated the man in a wreath of flame.

Harry could do nothing but watch, as the man seemed to vanish into the inferno. Inhaling once more the dragon released its stream of fire and snorted in satisfaction as it turned its attention to the pair of wizards still in reach.

Joor-Zah-Frul

Adam smiled as the dragon turned its head, not even bothering to look for a corpse. He had killed many creatures that way and it would be so fun to punish the insolent worm. Taking a breath of his own, Adam shouted, "Joor-Zah-Frul!"

The dragon was wreathed in a glowing blue aura. The aura seemed to force the creature down and it could not ever roar in protest. It saw the mortal it had tried to fry not ten seconds earlier for daring to say that their master was dead. It looked him in the eyes, and saw the truth finally. It saw that the being in front of her was Dovahkiin, and the killer of the World Eater.

The dragon knew fear.