Falling, falling, falling... He was falling. He could feel flames licking at his hide, the icey claws of the fell Dragonrend in his soul, pain aching from every inch of his body. Even the act of opening his eyes was akin to a mortal trying to comprehend the sheer endless infinites of the Elder Scrolls. Once his scarlet eyes opened to the skies he saw it. A bolt of lightning arcing through black clouds like a Dov's ravenous tongue lapping at a fat corpse. Yet that was not what stole the Twilight God's attention. No, a eagle of snow white feathers and golden eyes had flown past him, eyes looking directly into his. The eagle... The symbol of Auri-El, the Altmer and Alyeid aspect of Bormah. The Chief of the Nine was watching. The Dragon God of Time spied upon the Harbinger of the End Times as he plummeted. As soon as dread Alduin spotted the creature did it vanish in a burst of crackling, golden sunlight.
Rage fueled his strength, which in turn fueled his ambition. He flapped his dread wings, pulling his legs close as a blue bolt of light lit up the World Eater's silhouette in the black clouds. Yet try as he might the Harbinger of the End Times could not fly. He looked between his wings, eyes wide and burning like coals, mouth agape as he loosened a roar so loud that it rivaled the thunderstorm. Eventually he saw it, however. His bane.
Twisting and squirming around his holy form were the blue and white tendrils of mortality. The Dovahkiin's curse persisted. Dread Alduin knew not what he could do, fearful yet again. Was this to be the end of the Great and Terrible Alduin, World Eater? Was he to die like a blind bird? Or a fat crow? Was he to fall from the heavens that he was born to rule and into the earth? Alduin would not let himself die like a coward. He had invented honor! He would not die like common mortal! He was a God! The first of the Divine Dovah, who by birthright were owed the Heavens and the Earth.
Alduin fought against the the vile curse dubbed as mortality. The great Akavir Wyrms were never meant to die. All of them were the immortal sons of Akatosh, shards of time and space given flesh and names. They were to live for eternites beyond eternites. They were supreme! The God-Kings of ancient Tamriel and Akavir! The rightful rulers of the Mundus... Yet to be forced into becoming mortal? For the mind of an immortal shard of time to be forced to comprehend such feeble and finite concepts as mortality? Of ending once and for all? It was the most sinful of blasphemes. The cruelest of punishments. The most unholy of atrocities. When dread Alduin grew strong again he would devour the Dovahkiin, the Greybeards, and that traitor Paarthunax! He would shatter the Scroll that exiled him! He would destroy all who wronged him...
Pushing aside the disgraceful thoughts, the great Wyrm focused on his wings. He flapped them, beating them against the air with growing savagery. Alduin began to thrash, screeching and roaring, kicking and biting at nothing. Dread Alduin, Firstborn of Bormah, and heir to Heaven and Earth, first of the Godly Dovah, fell on this stormy night. Lightning raged as the wind screamed in terror at the unholy atrocity that was occurring. The Earth itself quaked with despair as her rightful God fell from his domain. Heaven wept as the Golden Dragon smiled.
Many countless pairs of eyes watched as the yellowish blue star fall. A blue, flaming comet raced across the sky with the speed of a ballista bolt. Birds took flight and fled as far as their wings would allow. Herds of beasts consisting of predator and prey alike ran as though consumed by blind terror. Trees, castles, and fortresses quaked. Armies screamed, holy men screamed, and Kings felt fear.And one young girl, no older than sixteen winters, watched as the comet fell from Heaven. It vanished behind a large mountain, all going deathly silent for a moment. Then a bright white light exploded to life with the roar of thunder, blinding those who were too slow to shield their eyes.
The girl was lucky enough to cover her eyes, a monstrous wind blowing against her body like a raging Demon. Several minutes passed until the quaking ceased; followed by the roar silencing. The girl was slow to move her hands, slow to open her eyes. She stood frozen in awe, alone in the Bloody Forest. In her right hand rested a basket full of foodstuffs, and in her left a silver cross. She wore a red cloak around her body, only her face and hair not hidden by the scarlet cloth. Her hair was ebony black and soft as snow; her skin pale as stone; her eyes the color of untainted moonlight. She dropped her basket and cross, breaking into a mad sprint, her heart racing as her legs carried her north. Towards the fallen star...
To avoid confusion, the girl is not Ruby. I'll explain what's happening next chapter, but to Midknightmoonglow99 — I am aiming for fairytale esque feel, in the beginning at least. And in regards to backstory, don't worry. Elder Scrolls has a lot fun lore that has a lot of room for theories and speculations. I'll be showing my interpretation of Alduin in this story. Please leave a review, and good day. Also, expect my updates and new chapters to be randomly uploaded. I don't really have a schedule.