"Nid! Vokorasaal!" The World Eater could not believe his eyes. The greatest of the Dov could not comprehend how he had ended up in this position. He roared, bite, and unloaded nearly every shout his panicking mind could conceive of. Yet the intensity of his fear diluted the potency of the black Dragon's Thu'um until all that escaped the Wyrm's throat was random growls. His hide had been pierced by dozens of arrows built of the bones of slain Dovah. Alduin did not think of the morbid, disgusting arrows that drew his holy blood. The Harbinger of the End Times was far too distracted by his dreaded foe. Clad in the green and grey scales of Dragons, wielding the powerful Dawnbreaker, was the wicked Dovahkiin. He had slaughtered and murdered hordes of Alduin's most trusted allies.
Alduin's maw nearly clamped around the mortal, yet he was stopped by a Daedric Greatsword impaling through his upper jaw. The Wyrm roared, thrashing his neck and head as the Three dead Heroes of old swarmed him. Gormlaith the Fearless pelted the Harbinger's hide with dozens of Ancient Nord arrows, Hakon the Valiant slashed at World Eater's dread wings, and Felldir the Old casted frosty magics upon the Dread Wyrm.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Flames scorched Alduin's black scaled chest, turning it grey. The Firstborn of Akatosh roared out again, flapping his wings as he propelled himself up with one kick of his legs. He took flight; his great wings blotting out the cosmic, starry sky of Sovengarde. The Twilight God seethed with endless oceans of malice and embarrassment. He circled back; maw gaping wide.
"FO KRAH DIIN!" A pillar of fridged cold escaped the Dovah's mouth. All it touched was consumed by ice and snow. The mortal and his spiritual aids scattered like rats. All fled in different directions, though they still persisted in their foolishness. The Dovahkiin unleashed his wretched, abominable, twisted shout as Gormlaith loosed arrow after arrow. Felldir used his mortal magics to unleash spikes of ice and freezing winds, and Hakon simply stood still without any method of long ranged attack. Alduin's red eyes narrowed in on his fated equal. Calling upon every soul he had ever consumed, upon every drop of his burning rage, upon every ounce of pain the false Dov calling himself Dragonborn had inflicted upon him, he unleashed a dreadfully dangerous Thu'um.
"TIID KLO U-" At the exact moment the last word was to be said, the Last Dovahkiin had hit his mark. The words every Dov had learned to fear were uttered. It seemed as though time itself stood still, watching the Alduin with inaudible mocking laughter.
"JOOR ZAH FRUL!" The blue tendrils of mortality enveloped Alduin's body with a ghostly aura. The dread Wyrm eyes widened; his words dying in his throat; fear consuming his great mind. With a thunderous roar the Dov crashed into the earth like a falling star. Stone splintered around him; debris shattering in every direction.
"You can not flee, worm!" The words of Gormlaith the Fearless rung true, even to dread Alduin. He thrashed his wings, his tail whipping back and forth, a great hiss-like roar escaping his fanged snout. He roared and bite as the Dovahkiin leapt onto his back, blade piercing the lower area of Alduin's neck. Blood gushed from the wound like a striking serpent of crimson scales. The World Eater could feel it in his bones. He could feel it in the endless rivers of time. He had felt it since his return from exile. This was to be his final moments before the finishing blow. This was to be the end of the Great and Dreaded Alduin, the Harbinger of the End Times and the Nordic God of Destruction.
"Vau zey, joor! Zu'u vis ni dir! Hi vis ni! Nid!" Alduin's words fell upon deaf ears. The maddened Dovahkiin would not heed him. He only sought the Wyrm's complete and total destruction. Several more wounds were torn into the Twilight God's thick hide, ruby red blood spurting from the gaping wounds of pinkish, ruined flesh and nerves. Alduin's roars were audible from Sovengarde to Apocrypha to Aetherius to even the Void of Padomay, entropy personified. The Last Dragonborn took in a deep breath as he grabbed one of Alduin's horns, his blade wielding arm rearing back.
"MUL QAH DIIV!" Golden, orange, and blue spiritual energies enveloped the Dovahkiin, forming ethereal dragonic armor. Alduin let out another, louder roar as the Dovahkiin's blade pierced his skull, the tip of the weapon narrowly missing the Wyrm's brain. With a newfound surge of strength Alduin pushed up with his forelimbs, rising as high as his hind legs would allow. The Last Dragonborn went flying backwards into Hakon the Valiant, knocking the giant spirit to the ground. The blade remained within Alduin, radiating intense heat. The blade's holy fires scorched Alduin's skull black, causing nerves and brain tissue to sizzle and cook. The Harbinger of the End Times clawed at his head with his forelimbs great thumb-claws. He only succeeded in pushing the blade in deeper.
"Fos lost hi drehlaan, nikriin!? Zu'u los Alduin, Lein Naakin! Zu'u los faal Diistkiin do Bormah! Zu'u vis ni dir het! Zu'u fen ni vos dimaar wah dir het!" Alduin's words trembled with fear, his heart beating so fast his ribcage felt as though it would explode. He was doomed to die here, like a... Mortal. He watched the Dovahkiin racing towards him, the Three Heroes behind the mortal. The black Wyrm could not survive another confrontation, he knew that. Not with the foul, wretched humiliation of mortality forced into his soul and the blade threatening to rend his mind. He thought of ancient Words of Power, his neck rearing backwards as his words took shape.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" A plume of orange and yellow flames leapt from the Wyrm's throat, greedily consuming all it could touch. Stone was melted, statues reduced to boiling puddles, dirt turned to glass, and bones reduced to ashes. Yet there they were, protected by Felldir's mystical Ward. Exactly as the World Eater had planned.
"LEIN VULDAK LIF!" Time, matter, sight and all other things began to swirl around the black Wyrm. It was as though reality itself had started to consume Alduin's corporeal form. From Alduin's eyes it appeared as though reality had begun to cease existence. Not a minute passed before the Twilight God had been thrown into the chaotic waves of Oblivion. He could see countless realms of Daedric entities ranging from simple Atranochs to Princes. He saw planes ruled over by many legions of the lesser Daedra equal to those ruled by the Princes, realms crafted from 'dead' Daedra, a wondering Prince of Order, and realms long since abandoned. The Harbinger of the End Times cared for none. His head burned with pain and the fires of the Daedric Prince Meridia.
He scratched at his gaping and bleeding wound, shouted a hundred Thu'ums, roared and thrashed. Eventually something worked. The blade - now missing its handle - went flying from his smoking head. At that moment Alduin's eyes shut, his body going limp, his mind withdrawing. He let his conciousness fade, finding respite in unconsciousness. He couldn't care less where he would end up. He needed time to recuperate. To heal. And then... Then he would exact his revenge...
Sorry about the ending. I couldn't think of anything better. Anyway Alduin is now flying through the mists of Oblivion. What well happen to him? What happened to Dawnbreaker? What of the Dovahkiin and the Heroes? Where well he arrive? What well he do once he does? Keep reading to find out. Also, at some point or another, I'll come back and edit this chapter. Please leave a review, and good day!