The Dragonborn stood proud as the massive doors to the Hall of Valor slammed behind him. To his knowledge of Nordic folklore and tradition, no living being had ever entered this hold place for the heroes of Skyrim. The hall was a large and welcoming structure that stretched wildly across his left and right. A dining table was lined with an everlasting banquet that sought to quench the mouths of the brave.
It didn't take long after he entered for a burly man to approach him. This man was clothed in iron armor that covered the majority of his torso, arms, and legs. What was left over was an under-layer of fur, which would've kept him warm in the frigid temperatures of Skyrim. Blonde hair drenched down his face and head, and somehow, Michel knew that this man was Ysgramor himself.
"Welcome, Dragonborn! Our door and stood empty since Alduin first set his soul-snare here. By Shor's command we sheathed our blades and ventured not the vale's dark mist. But three await your word to loose their fury upon the perilous foe. Gormlaith the Fearless, glad-hearted in battle; Hakon the Valiant, heavy-handed warrior; Felldir the Old, far-seeing and grim," the legendary hero told him.
Almost too intimidated to talk, the Dragonborn slinked away, and made his way over to the heroes he recognized from his viewing of the Elder Scroll. The Nord didn't even have to speak, for when he approached the three burst into joy and began to exclaim shouts of fury.
"At long last! Alduin's doom is now ours to seal - just speak the word and with high hearts we'll hasten forth to smite the worm wherever he lurks," Gormlaith boomed.
"Hold, comrades - let us counsel take before battle is blindly joined. Alduin's mist is more than a snare - its shadowy gloom is his shield and cloak. But with four voices joined, our valor combined, we can blast the mist and bring him to battle," the old man explained to the group.
"Felldir speaks wisdom - the World-Eater, coward, fear you, Dragonborn. We must drive away his mist, shouting together, and then unsheathe our blades in desperate battle with our black-winged foe," Hakon said in agreement.
The group began to draw their weapons, eager to exit the hall. Michel began to open his mouth to say something in their name, though Gormlaith interrupted, exclaiming, ""To battle, my friends! The fields will echo with the clamor of war, our wills undaunted."
Michel, feeling that he would be cheated of his destiny if he stayed behind, spurred flames from his hands, and charged after the threesome, yelling with cries of war. As he exited, he saw his girlfriend, Zoe, waiting for him with concern on her face, something he didn't see in the confident, powerful woman very often.
"Michel, is it happening yet?!" she shouted.
His throat choked up, and he nodded across the bridge. He made his way across the backbone of the dragon, where Zoe leaped into his arms. He gave her a hug, and then relinquished, letting her know to prepare for what was about to happen.
From a few feet away, the pair heard Felldir shout, "We cannot fight the foe in this mist!"
As everyone looked around, they saw the expansive cloud of mist that blocked their view of the battle. Gormlaith bellowed, "Clear Skies – Combine our Shouts!"
The four Nords erupted with draconic words, "LOK VAH KOOR!"
The sky began to clear, when suddenly – "VEN MUL RIIK!"
Alduin's cries brought the mist spreading over the area again. "We can shatter his power if we Shout together!" Felldir advised again.
"LOK VAH KOOR!"
"VEN MUL RIIK!"
Hakon, in frustration, shouted, "Does his strength have no end? Is our struggle in vain?"
"Stand fast! His strength is failing! Once more, and his might will be broken!" Gormlaith said.
"His power crumbles - do not pause for breath!" Felldir boomed.
The four shouted again, and from over the incline, they saw Alduin rise into the air. Their faces changed into that of determination, as they began to attempt to bring Alduin to the ground. The dragon was nothing like Zoe had ever seen. Her face contorted in a strange mixture of responsibility and terror, as she attempting to decide what to do.
Michel was throwing balls of fire into the air, hoping to strike the beast in mid-flight, while the others were shouting strange words into the air that emitted waves of purple air.
Fire reigned from the sky as the dragon attempted to kill the heroes that opposed him. He refused to land and face them on the ground, for he knew that this would be his end. Every projectile or spell that was cast into the sky missed, as the beast flew with amazing speed.
Zoe watched the battle from the bridge, and a look of fear ran across her face as she saw Alduin's attention turn towards her. Fire erupted into the sky as the dragon bellowed with fury, and then it began to fly in her direction.
Thinking quickly, she remembered she wasn't defenseless. In fact, she had more of a chance than almost anyone here. The Courier scurried over her pack, laying forgotten a couple of feet over. Quickly emptying out the excess weapons, such as the rifles and handguns, she located the heavy artillery. Michel looked in awe as Zoe pulled forth from her bag something that he had never even imagining…
The Fat Man.
With one click of a trigger, a large circular, nuclear device emitted from the Fat Man, and slammed into Alduin with tremendous fury. The explosion was tremendous, as the nuclear blast combined with the vanquished of the dragon's exterior. His soul poured out of him, as it spread across the land of Sovngarde. Everyone outside shielded their eyes, save for Michel, who stared at the beast in anger.
Hey, I know this was two weeks after the last chapter. I am sorry for the short hiatus, but I was incredibly with lacrosse two weeks ago, and was in Florida all last week. I'll try to do better. Thanks for your understanding.