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Arbjorn Fyreheart scampered through the ice sheets pulling his cloak closer. Ahead there was nothing. This was further north than he had ever been. He had crossed the tomb of Ysgramor's Tomb hours ago journeying.
His dragonbone armor was strong but couldn't keep the cold out. Above it his snowbear white cloak granted respite but still wasn't enough. Various times he had taken shelter under a rock formation blasting several fire spells to warm himself.
The only food he carried were some roasted goat legs and those had long frozen up.
On his back was strapped Auriels Bow with a quilver of his self crafted drabonbone arrows.
Other than that he carried the ebony blade, a dual handed longsword.
On his waist was strapped with dragonbone swords, along with two daggers on his back.
An amulet of Akatosh adored his neck, while several enchanted rings on his fingers adored his fingers.
He was the Dragonborn, The hero of Skyrim, the man who killed the World Eater, he was Akatosh's youngest, Master of the Voice, destroyer of Harkon and Mirak, the Harbinger of the Companions, the Thane of various holds, Archmage of the Collage of Winterhold.
Yet like a fool he had yet again jumped at the chance of an adventure. A shipwrecked sailor in Winterhold had sworn he had seen a ruin in the far north. A ruin that looked nothing like an Ancient Nordic one.
And thus he had jumped on the opportunity, telling Tolfdir to mange the collage he had started his trek north.
He sworn he would throw the sailor off the bridge into Windhelm if he didn't find anything.
"God's this is cold…",he muttered
He missed Lydia, J'zzargo and even Nazeem.
By Akatosh he was going mad wasn't he….
Who misses Nazeem.
The sky was overcast with clouds. The day was ending and he knew he needed to make camp some where. He had enough wood to make a fire and a sleeping bag too. But wind was moving too damm fast at this rate any fire he builds will go out.
Even clear sky's will not hold for long mahaps an hour or two but it won't be enough. If things progressed like they were he would have to summon Odahviing to fly him to safety.
Moving up a elevated cliff to get a better view he looked around. Miles of lifeless ice sheets with nothing anywhere. The only thing one could here was the sound of the wind. Some ice wraiths were present to the far right. Nothing too dangerous.
But wait maybe there was something. To the northeast. A dark form, mayhaps a tower.
"Lok Vag Koor" he shouted.
Soon the skys were clear as day. The sun was to the far horizon by its edge. Within a few minutes it would sink down under it. But that was not the matter of interest. The figure or better said tower of better the top of a castle was what was interesting.
"So he didnt lie after all", he snorted.
The ruin was miles away but that didn't matter not to him atleast.
"Wuld Nah Kest" he shouted in quick succession sprinting forward like a whirlwind.
The ruin an enigma. Made of some black stone hard enough to withstand Dragonbone. It was probably a tower with an entire complex underneath. The gargoyle statues along the edges reminded him of castle Volkihar. But sometimes was difficult about them. These weren't enchanted with spells and were totally different from those at Harkons Castle. The tower was circular I'm shape with fourteen spikes extending into the air. A ravine extended down by the side possibly to the bottom.
Looking to his pack he found some rope. Tying it to one of the spikes he descended down the ravine. Trying to keep his feet of the castle side. But as he descended it became harder and harder as the sides became slippery. Twice he slipped but regaing his balance. The descent would last nearly fifteen minutes attesting to the height of the tower. But it won't be over the are where he landed was frozen ice above the black stone proving that the castle extended far into the ground.
A small ice tunnel led into the castle possibly an entrance to the roof long collapsed.
He drew one of his Dragonbone swords with one hand while chanting a slight incantation he performed the candlelight spell to help light the are up while sending several magelights orbs all across the ravine with the other.
This sword was called Fyrestorm due to its heavy fire enchantment and he had done it himself with a Black Soul Gem filled with the soul of a Dragur Overlord. None alive could withstand it's flames and it has not once failed him.
Other than that he also cast a Dragonhide spell to increase his armour and protect him from any unanticipated attack.
As he moved into the tunnel the only sounds one could hear were those of the occasional drop of falling water and the shrill sound of the wind far away.
The tunnels were quite and clean which was a suprise. Normal a few ice wraiths would be present, a ice troll perhaps and even of nothing living was present a few dead skeletons some, some piece of scattered weaponry would normally be present.
Soon he came alone a round stairway one heading up and another down. The one heading up was destroyed and thus he moved down. There were several blaziers by the stairway and a flames spell was enough to lite them. Whatever green powerd was in those burnt unorthodoxly burning through anything in its path.
Through the stairway he came to a hall. Most probably the main hall like the stairway there were several blaziers containing that same green powder, he lit them. On the far corner carved into the stone stood a throne. Made of blackstone unlike anything he had ever seen. The hall had several tables with seating arrangements for hundreds yet not a soul was in sight.
"What the hell is this place??"
The left side was once again collapsed and thus he moved right.
The right hand led to a hallway with doors locked shut, probably frozen shut. But in the end was another stairway leading down and thus he followed it.
As he moved down he came into another hall this one would be slightly smaller. It was round in shape unlike the other. A blazier sat on the far corner and as he lit it he got the shock of his life.
"What in the actual fuck.." he stammered as he moved back.
In the center of the hall lay a skull.
A dragon skull to be exact but it was unlike anything he had ever see. It was almost three times his size and looked far more menacing that those which he had decorated his houses with.
Slowly he moved ahead.
In front of it was a pedestal. A book pedestal it was empty but still intrigued him. It was made of a metal he had never see. It was shiny with a ripple like pattern on it.
The entire floor surrounding the skull was like a ritual floor like those he had see while fighting off hordes of Necromancers. To the left was a weapon stand with several swords each made of that same strange metal.
The metal was sharp perhaps even sharper than Dragonbone.
But the real deal was behind the skull a wall much like the wall in the ancient Nordic Crypts containing words of power or pernaylike Alduins Wall in the Skyhaven temple.
On it was carved words an unknown tongue, it wasn't Nordic, Elfven, Orchish, Dwarvan, or even Falmar. In the center was a huge dragon with three heads. Under it was the scene of a battle carved. One man with a flaming sword leading an army while another with a hammer building a wall. To its right was a broken swords tempered with ice, fire and blood.
Following it was more inscriptions.
Slowing he moved ahead and touched it with his left hand and as he did he felt a sting of pain. Slowly his left hand was burning away.
No no no this can't be happening
He can't die
Not like this
But nothing he did stopped it. Slowly it spread and Akatosh's youngest became nothing but ash.
As he opened his eyes he found himself in a hall of darkness and a moment later he was bombarded with visions. Towers, towers bigger than any with no tops, dragons flying in the sky hundreds of them, most with riders on their back, people with ethereal beauty, silver-gold hair and deep purple eyes, and then came the sounds
"Father we must go, Dragonstone is the only place where our house will survive" a young girl said
Following that was fire and death brighter than the explosions from the sun tipped arrows shot from Aurions bows.
"I love you Rhae now and always",a man said
In front of him were two, both with silver hair and purple eyes, kissing and behind them were dragons bigger than any he had ever seen.
"The only hand he will have from me are these" someone shouted
In front of him was an old man, well built much like Kodlak.
"Your line ends tonight" the same voice from earlier said
And there it was that black monstrosity burning down the biggest castle he had ever see.
"You maybe Unbowed, Unbent and Unbroken but even you are not Unburnt" a women said
And the next moment he saw her riding her drogon on to be shot with an arrow no a bolt a ballista bolt. She fell with her dragon and all that was left was a mangled body covered in blood with a rock piercing the head.
"Shut the fuck up egg you need a specialized unit of guards" another women said
In front of him a women drawing a blade cut through the man's cheek before any could ever react this proving her point.
"If the faith won't bend the knee then they would burn…" a man growled
Next it was that black dragon destroying some huge structure.
"This is not Dorne and neither is she Nymeria" a man said
He saw a council with various lords sitting.
"One doesn't need a cock to be a good ruler, one needs a good heart and strong mind and if your grace thinks otherwise then you clearly have no use for me" a women snarled with pain and anger in her voice
The scene changed to a women rushing out of a hall. Following her was another girl visibly pregnant. Beside the girl walked another man. A man rushed to the women begging her to stay but she refused.
"It's the end of the line for us boy" a man shouted
The next scene was two dragons clashing against each other one free the other yellow, both ridden. As the battle progressed both ascended far into the sky the red dragon buried its head into the green ones neck while it's rider jumped sword drawn onto the green dragons rider plunging the sword through his eye.
"He may have me as his wife, but he will not have my heart or my Maidenhead" a girl said in a soft voice.
And then there were a couple kissing, the girl was of afrail disposition the boy far well built.
"Dorne means unfinished business, I will finish the work the conqueror started" a boy said.
The scene changed to a battlefield a boy on his horse looking down on the sandy peninsula below.
"With this marriage we unite a continent under one rule" a man said in a calm composed voice.
A man knelt before another putting his crown down in front of him swearing fealty.
"Kill the boy egg, the seven kingdoms needs Aegon V Targaryen not egg, kill the boy and let the man be born" a man said to another
The scene changed to a man in a grey cloak advising another.
"The prince who was promised would be born from your line, I will hear none of this idiocy you will marry Areys" a man commanded
A man commanding a young girl could be seen the girls eyes covered in tears.
"Burn Them All….Burn Them All" a man raged
A man raged his hair unruly, nails long, he looked mor beast than man.
Then another vision came
Fourteen flames erupted and one spoke...
"...Young Dragonborn no longer are you just Akatosh's youngest but our champion….you are the champion of the fourteen….no longer are you one with just the soul of a dragon but you are the blood of the dragon….a great evil is upon our world….protect it you must….our line and blood must live on….magic must not die out…."
"No no no wait who are you...what's going one…. I don't understand"
But none of his questions were answered.
As darkness took him again.
He heard a voice.
"Promise me Ned,Promise me…."
Authors Note -
And there you have it guys, how was it comment down below with suggestions.This is an idea that have been in my mind since forever. I am a huge Skyrim fan. I recently started a new character too….