Valor

When he had awoken from his short sleep he was greeted with dragonfire.

He ran outside, Serana had followed him, and together the two watched as the camp was under attack by dragons. One, two, no…three dragons had swooped down on thirty-thousand men and let loose their flames. Tents burned, men screamed while their flesh was eaten away, meanwhile the Dragonborn of legend just watched.

Three…how can I kill three dragons? Valor thought, he had never fought more than one at a time, and even then some of them posed a great challenge. Valor put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but Serana laid a hand on his shoulder.

"You can't, there's three of them!" Serana said.

"I'll be fine." Valor said, "Go and meet with Rikke and the Prince, get somewhere safe, hide, do whatever you can, just get out of harm's way."

"But I-!" Serana began, but Valor stopped her.

"Please," he said, trying to sound soothing, "I can handle myself; just find somewhere safe, anywhere."

Serana nodded, Valor knew she wanted to help, but this was Valor's field. Serana knew nothing of battling dragons, the only one she had fought was Durhnevir, but truthfully Valor had done most of the work.

The men that were living were screaming aloud, running in fear, a few that were Nords of Skyrim called out to the Dragonborn when they saw him, "Help us Dragonborn!" some called out, others begged "Please, save us!" Valor heard their pleas, but he was clueless, he didn't know where to start. Valor felt lost.

The God's gave we one talent, killing dragons, and right now I don't even know what to do. Valor thought, how could Skyrim put their faith in the Dragonborn if he could not do the one thing he had been prophesied to do?

Valor snapped out of his day dreams, and instead rushed forward, unsheathing his blade. Not that it would be of much use, a sword was not very effective against a dragon in the air.

Arrows went up, as the Imperial soldiers answered back to the dragon's wrath. But he great beasts were mostly unharmed; it was hard to hit a dragon while he was currently moving in the air. Each one brought destruction and chaos, and Valor was suddenly reminded of Helgen, and the day that Alduin had returned to the world.

Valor tried to pick a target, and kept his eye on one single dragon. Its spikes were long and jagged, and its scales were decorated with a light blue, mingled with a pale white. And when it opened its maw fire passed between its sharp teeth. Valor had seen many dragons, but none looked as menacing. She followed it with his eyes, and when the dragon flew closer, he made his move.

The Last Dragonborn summoned his inherent power and spoke the language of his kin, he drew one deep breath and let out the three words in a terrible roar, "FUS RO DA!" he shouted, and let out a force unseen to most eyes of Tamriel. Others heard his cry, and cheered at the sight of the Dragonborn, Skyrim's hero. Valor watched as the Dragoon was blown back midair, and crashed into many empty tents. Dirt was kicked into the air as the impact could be heard in Whiterun Capital. The Dragon rose on its hind legs and let out a threatening roar, then went back into the air, and landed not ten feet from the Dragonborn.

"Long have I waited to test your Thu'um, Dovahkiin." The dragon said, "Tonight we shall see how your voice compares to that of Konahrik's."

The beast let out a roar, and Valor felt as a gust of wind came with it. Valor jumped back as the Dragon snapped, attempting to grab him with its mouth. Valor readied his war spell, one of the few things he learned at the College of Winterhold. And soon enough the dragon showed its Thu'um, and let loose dragonfire; But Valor's ward caught it, and loosened the impact, until there was nothing left.

"Show me you're Thu'um Dovahkiin; let me feel your voice."

Should I do it? Valor thought, contemplating the idea that had just come in his head, I have only done it once before…what if something goes wrong? But Valor ended the contemplation when he was reminded of the travesty happening around him. Although most of the army still stood, the tents and supplies had been horribly burned and destroyed, and some soldiers had met their end as well. Valor did what he had planned to do, and once again let loose his voice onto his enemy.

"GOL HAH DOV!"

His voice had brought whispers into the air, and the sense of betrayal and obedience. The dragon looked at Valor, his face having a surprised look. He did not attack; instead he spoke and lowered his head as if bowing. Valor knew his shout had worked, the one gift that Hermaeus Mora had given him worked well.

"Your Thu'um has the mastery over Konahrik, I will bow to you." The dragon said, "How may I serve you, Dovahkiin?"

Valor quickly made his way forward, approaching the beast's neck. Valor did not say anything; he just climbed on top until he was sitting in the beast scaled neck. The scales did not hurt him or make him feel uncomfortable, and the dragon tried to look and see what he was doing.

"What is your name, friend?" Valor asked.

"The Dov call me Sahsunaar, Dovahkiin."

"Fly, Sahsunaar," Valor commanded, "Defeat my enemies."

"The vokul will be slain at your command, Dovahkiin."

And then in only a few moments the dragon leapt from its hind legs, flapping its wings at the same time, trying to reach the air, and embrace the one love of the Dovah, the sky. Valor held on, he did not want to fall to his death, that would not be a fitting death for the Dragonborn of legend.

Finally, when Sahsunaar had gone high enough, he was able to utilize his wings and take to the air, gliding over the massacre that was happening at the military camp below him. When some of the soldiers noticed that Valor was indeed riding the dragon, he heard officers and Legates shout out, "Don't hit the blue one! Don't hit the blue one!" the soldiers stopped focusing on Sahsunaar and instead let loose their arrows upon the other enemies.

The first dragon was not far, and the good part was that it did not realize that Valor and his dragon were approaching. It continued to stay stationary in the air, and Valor was ready, when he was close enough, Valor whispered loud enough for Sahsunaar to understand, "Yol." He said, and the dragon obeyed his command.

Sahsunaar opened his mouth, and from it came the familiar site of fire. They traveled far enough to hit the dragon, scorching its scales and causing it to roar in pain. "Attack it." Valor said, lightly pulling on one of Sahsunaar's scales, and the beast did just that. Sahsunaar glided forward, and crashed into the dragon with its feet forward, Sahsunaar's claws scratching and greatly cutting the opposing enemy. The opposing dragon tried to retaliate, but it was in too much pain, and when Sahsunaar ended the conflict with one bite at the dragon's neck, the first one was down. The men cheered down below, crying, "Dragonborn! Dragonborn!"

But the second dragon saw what happened, and it rushed forward. Valor was not looking and neither was his dragon when the enemy crashed against Sahsunaar. They were sent back in midair, and Sahsunaar almost crashed into the ground. Thankfully he was able to regain flight, saving the soldiers down below that would have been crushed. Arrows flew past as the Legion tried to give help, but it was not helping that much, and it was more of a nuisance then a help, as they did not manage to hit the dragon once.

Sahsunaar flew forward, as did the enemy, and eventually they were both locked together, the force of the collision almost causing Valor to fall. Thankfully he held on tight enough, but the two dragons were still going at it. Sahsunaar tried to scratch the beast with his claws, while the other tried lashing out his tail. Valor watched from atop his flying mount as the two were in a deadly fight, each snapping at each other's necks.

Finally the other dragon made the desperate move, and lunged forward one more time and tried to rip at Sahsunaar's neck. The dragon evaded for the most part, but the enemy still managed to crash into him again. Valor took the opportunity to help in this fight. When the dragon was close enough, he let out one single strike of his sword at the creature's head, stabbing downward. It did not go down that far, but far enough for Valor to have difficulty pulling it out. The creature let out one last roar, as it fell down and collided with the hard ground, and Valor swore he could hear the sound of the dragon's skeleton crushing.

And then both of the dragon's souls joined at their one destination. The energy that Valor was born to absorb had come, and to Valor it felt like a trophy for his victory. The Dragonborn imagined that it was a glorious sight, seeing him absorb two souls while also being on the back of a dragon. Valor felt stronger as the ordeal was done, and he felt full of energy, no longer did he feel tired, he felt like he could take on the whole Draugr army on by himself.

"Land." Valor said, and the dragon did just that, circling around a few times before finally picking a spot. They got closer to the ground, slowly at first, but then faster, until Sahsunaar thudded against the ground. Valor saved no time and quickly hopped of his neck, turning back to his new servant.

"Be free, Sahsunaar." Valor said, "Do not return here again, and serve the will of Konahrik no longer,"

"Your Thu'um has enlightened me, Dovahkiin. May your Zahkrii strike hard, and your voice echo throughout the ages." And those were the last words Sahsunaar spoke to the Last Dragonborn before he flew back into the sky, letting out a roar before he went away, his image fading, and then he was gone.

When he turned, everyone was staring at him, no one spoke, the fires burned on the ground, tens were on fire, and yet they all were stationary. What are they doing? Valor thought, but then when he was about to take a step they all let out cries of joy and happiness. Some cried and thanked him for saving their lives; others bowed, calling him, "The King of the Dragons!" Valor felt honored, but also awkward. Even when he defeated Alduin, Harkon, or Miraak, he had never received as much praise.

Prince Vaeril, Legate Rikke, and Dain all approached, Serana was with them too. The three walked closer, but Serana ran, not fast, but faster than a jog. She is going to give me a hug and congratulate me. Or maybe a kiss, I think I earned one.

She slapped him.

Everyone went dead silent, the men stopped praising him, and the whole camp stopped speaking. "Hey, what was that for?" Valor shouted, although he didn't mean to. He looked to the others, Legate Dain had a plain expression, Legate Rikke was laughing, and Vaeril had a smirk on his face that said, What were you thinking you were gonna get?

"Riding a dragon? Are you crazy?" Serana was shouting now, and Valor was sure that everyone could hear her, "Do you realize the stress I just went through? Wondering whether you were going to be roasted by fire or maybe eaten!"

Valor was speechless, he wanted to say something, but had no refute to what she said. Shouldn't she just be glad I killed the dragons? That's what normal people would do… but Valor remembered Serana wasn't normal, just like him.

She then quickly wrapped her arms around him and began to squeeze very hard. She had not hugged him like that since he had almost been killed facing Harkon years ago. Serana stroked her hair slowly, while everyone watched. Then, the men continued cheering, and Legate Rikke and the others approached.

"What do we do now?" Rikke asked. Valor was shocked; she usually was the one making the decisions.

"The Draugr made their first move," Valor began, "Now it's time to make ours."

I hope you liked it! I really enjoyed writing this one (It seems I always like writing Valor chapters, that's why there are so many of them) and this was the first time I ever wrote about dragons fighting amongst each other! I thought it was pretty cool and I hope you liked it!

SO I would just like to say that I posted two chapters today, I say this because on the days when I post two, people tend to only read the second one. I MADE TWO PEOPLE! Just wanted to make sure you all knew that.

SO guys, let's all review! My new goal is 150, if I got that I would be a very happy 14 year old child.

ASOIAF quote of the day: "Winterfell remained, it was not dead, just broken. Like me, Bran thought, I'm not dead either."