Sundas, 11:26 PM, 7th of Evening Star, 4E 201
I looked on ahead as I sat in the Imperial carriage. Likely taking us to be judged for whatever crime we committed. But the thing is, I never committed one. I was crossing the border of Cyrodiil when some Imperial troops captured me. I could easily light them on fire with a destruction spell. Or any other of the millions of spells I know. Or I could use any one of my Shouts. Or I could call Paarthurnax or Jurmungandr. Or maybe I could ask General Tullius to release me. I am next in line for the throne after all and I don't want a bad image. Also he owes my father for many, many, many favors. I was tending through the mountain pass when they found me napping. It was snowing lightly on this evening. Luscious green trees, white sky, snow everywhere. Get rid of the war and this would actually be peaceful. "Hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." A Nord with long blond hair said. His face was covered in dirt. He wore a blue uniform. Some chain mail was showing as well. He was a Stormcloak, rebels of Skyrim. They think Skyrim belongs only to them, the Nords. Not to mention, they are racist towards Argonians. I'm an Argonian. The thief was a Nord as well. He has long black hair, and was bound like the rest of us.
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine till you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I'd stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell by now…." He looked at me. "You there. You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
The thief looked at the Stormcloak. "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The Stormcloak said. There was a small pause.
"Shut up back there." The carriage driver said.
"What's wrong with him eh?" The thief looked at the man next to me. He had a gag on. He was a Nord as well. He looked like a noble. He also had a fur cape. I should get a cape. "Watch your tongue! Your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!" The Stormcloak said.
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. If they captured you! Oh gods. Were are they taking us?" The thief sounded scared, frantic. And this Ulfric, I wonder if my father's spy's were the one's responsible for his capture. The Stormcloak looked away.
"I don't know where we're going. But Salvanguard awaits." He said. The thief looked around frantically. Trying to escape his binds.
"No. This can't be happening. This isn't happening!" Another pause. I never said a single word.
"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" The Stormcloak asked gravely.
"Why do you care?" The thief replied. He sounded as if he were to cry at any moment.
"A Nords thoughts, should he leave home." That last part was a whisper. I almost actually felt bad for them. Almost.
"Rorikstead. I'm… I'm from Rorikstead."
A small town was ahead of us, cutting though trees. "General Tullius sir! The headsmen is waiting!" A guard yelled in the distance.
"Good! Let's get this over with!" I recognized that voice. The voice of the man that took care of me when my father was away before all of this Dragonborn business started. It was General Tullius himself. If memory serves me right, he was only a Legate back then.
"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh, Divines, please help me." He prayed to the gods. 'The gods won't save you, thief.' We rode though the gate and I saw General Tullius talking to some Elves. More importantly, those Thalmor scum.
"Look at him. General Tullius, the military governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn Elves. I bet they had something to do with this." This was my chance. I need to get his attention.
"Tullius!" I yelled. The other occupants of the carriage looked at me as if I was mad.
"Hey, Argonian!" The Stormcloak hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed!" I ignored him.
"Tullius!" The older man finally looked towards me. His face was solemn at first, he probably hasn't seen me yet. That was until he did see me. He Immediately left his conversation with the Thalmor and broke into a mad dash towards the cart as we were being unloaded.
The Nord said some things but I ignored him as I watched the General trip on himself, he almost fell face first on the ground. I think the Stormcloak said something about Mead and Juniper Berries. "Why are we stopping?" The thief asked. A dumb question.
"Why do you think? End of the line." The Stormcloak said gravely. 'End of the line for you guys, but not me.' I felt like saying. But I'm not that mean.
"Let's go." A guard ordered.
"We shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." The Stormcloak said. And with that we exited the carriage.
"No! Wait! We're not rebels!" The thief tried to plea with them.
"Face your death with some courage, horse thief." The Stormcloak said.
"You got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" He cried.
"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time!" A female Captain yelled. I heard the Stormcloak sigh.
"Empire loves their damn lists." I just curt chuckle.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." A Legate next to the Captain called. Ulfric walked to the block. "It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric." The Stormcloak mumbled. "Ralof of Riverwood." The Stormcloak, Ralof, walked to the block. Lokir, of Rorikstead." The thief, Lokir, walked up.
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" And with that he ran, bumping into Tullius, knocking him down again.
"Halt!" The Captain yelled.
"You're not going to kill me!" The thief yelled as he ran away. 'Oh how you're wrong.' I thought grimly.
"Archers!" The Captain yelled. And with that order, two archers further down the road took aim and killed the man with precision. Two arrows in the back. "Anyone else feel like running?" The Captain asked irritated.
"Wait. You there step forward." The Legate said. I did as instructed, walking up to them. "Who are you?" He asked. I could only chuckle. And soon that chuckle turned into laughter. And as soon as I saw the serious look on his face, I knew that he wasn't impressed.
"Really?" I wheezed. The two looked at each other for a moment, than back at me. "Alright, alright." I cleared my throat to tried and sound presentable as I calmed myself. "I am Diinmaar. Son of Emperor Talen-Jei. And next in line for the throne." I crossed my arms and smirked. They both just looked at me.
"If what you say is true, you're a long way from the Imperial City. What are you doing here in Skyrim?" He asked. Didn't he hear me? I was about to answer when he interrupted me. "Captain, what do we do? He's not on the list." The Captain shook her head.
"Forget the list, he goes to the block." She demanded. My eyes widened in horror.
"What?! Did you not hear me?" She only laughed. I was shoved towards the block.
"By your orders, Captain. I am sorry, Argonian. We will make sure your remains are returned to Black Marsh." The Legate murmured from behind. I looked behind me to see Tullius talking with the Legate. They looked at me and Tullius nodded. The Legate walked up to me and untied me. "Sorry for the misunderstanding, your majesty." He said. I rubbed my sore wrists as I got myself away from the chopping block.
That's when I heard it. A roar in the distance. I stopped mid step and turned around. I was still next to the chopping block. I looked towards the sky's but saw nothing. 'Probably a saber cat.' I shrugged it off and continued walking. An impatient Stormcloak pushed past me and stood next to the chopping block. "C'mon, I don't got all morning!" He said in a gruff tone. 'Someone's in a hurry to die.' I turned again to leave but another roar sounded through my ears. I looked to the sky again, but still nothing. Some guards looked around to, I'm glad I'm not crazy. Another roar, louder this time, it sounded close, to close.
"What in Oblivion is that!" Tullius Pointed skyward. On a watchtower directly in front of the chopping block was a black dragon landing on the tower, it was looking right at me. It had pitch black scales, crimson red eyes, and sharp claws.
"Dragon!" Someone yelled behind me. 'One dragon, no problem.' I thought.
"Yol Lok Shul!" (Fire Sky Sun) The dragon shouted and the sky suddenly turned red, and meteors rained from above. It shouted again and flung some solders back. I was one of them. I quickly got up and faced the beast.
"Alright." I mumbled. "My turn." I looked up at the burning sky and readied a shout. I just had to remember which one. I think it was... "LOK VAH KOOR!" (Sky Spring Summer) The Thu'um ran though my throat and out of my mouth. Soon, the red sky raining death from above became a sunny blue cloudless sky. The dragon looked at me instantly and crawled down the tower, not letting it's gaze leave me for a second. To say I was scared was an understatement. I held onto my amulet of Akatosh and Mara for reassurance. I backed up slowly as the dragon came closer and closer. I took a held my breath and closed my eyes. My father told me to never use this Shout, but I'm not ready to die. I thought that I was ready to face my fears, I was wrong.
Opening my eyes, I realized that I was cornered, and the dragon was just a few feet away from me. It did not look happy. Thinking of no other option, I used the Shout. One that my father taught me. Dragonrend. "JOOR ZAH FRUL!" (Mortal Finite Temporary) The dragon's eyes widened in surprise as I'm guessing this dragon was a victim of this forgotten Shout. "Ful nii los hi Dovahkiin. Hi lorot nuunon dahik hi lost Dragonrend hi vis viik zey? Zu'u los Alduin, Lein Naakin!" (So it is you Dragonborn. You think just because you have Dragonrend you can defeat me? I am Alduin, World Eater!) Alduin? 'This is Alduin? He's not so tough.' I stood my ground and I started to regain my confidence.
"You're Alduin?" I laughed. He seemed greatly offended by that, gritting his maw in anger. "Hardly a challenge at all. And to answer your question, I had four years of training with a pair of dragons, and my father. I know more than you know, ALDUIN. I've been trained by Akatosh himself! Your father!" The dragon backed up.
"Nid! Zu'u fen ni kos viik!" (No! I will not be defeated!) He was afraid. Good. I guess the fear spell I slipped in helped.
"I'll give you this one chance Alduin..." The great so called World Eater looked at me I fear. "...Lif mii naalein." (…Leave us alone.) My voice was low and was almost like a growl, dragon like. A little secret I've been keeping sense I first let it out. Alduin looked shocked, enraged, and worried all at the same time. "Uv fund hi med zey wah kren hin rinik fen?" (Or would you like me to break your very will?) I smirked. No dragon can withstand that Shout. The Bend Will Shout. But I was bluffing. No one knows it. But he was at my mercy. "I just want to live my life, Alduin. Don't you?" I asked him. I didn't give him time to answer as I released him from the bindings of the Dragonrend Shout. I walked past him and down the road.
The Legate from before, along with Tullius, jogged up to me. "Prince Diinmaar, what was that thing? Could the legends be true? Was that really a dragon?" Tullius asked as he ran up, his expression actually one other than that of a stoic leader.
"Yes, it was. Alduin… he called himself… my father informed you of my arrival?" He nodded. I looked over to the other man walking beside him. "And who are you?" I asked. He coughed nervously.
"I'm Hadvar, I... wanted to say sorry… a-again… for the misunderstanding. I'll be sure to have the Captain put on leave." I chuckled.
"No need, Hadvar. I think Alduin did enough. Did you see her face?" We shared a laugh.
"Yes I did. I never thought that I would see Rikke so scared in my life." Up ahead I could heard water rushing in a river. We must be getting close to Riverwood, a small trading post. I inhaled the fresh air and let out a sigh. Ahead, I could faintly see the Throat of the World in the distance. It was silent the rest of the way down the mountain. Helgen, as I found out what it's name was, was not my type of village. Not enough people, too secluded. At least there was only miner damage when Alduin attacked. Just a few damaged spots here and there were lit aflame, nothing major.
My father has a house in the city of Solitude. Also, Paarthurnax said he would get the Graybeards to start the making my own place on the Throat. I wounder what it will look like? I hope it's roomy. A few more minutes of walking down the path, we were closing in on Riverwood. Hadvar said his father was here so I guess he's happy. Well, as happy as you can be when you almost get killed by a dragon, even though that said dragon was only focused on me. I wonder what would happen if I did nothing? Probably escape and try and kill Alduin the long way. But what if I never had spells or the Thu'um? Or if I never knew dovahzul, the dragon language? I wouldn't stand a chance. I would need to learn everything the long way. I should thank those two dragons and my father for there training. I even got to see my father become an Aspect of Akatosh. Although it was funny to see him naked in the freezing cold when he changed back. Who can say that not only they are Dragonborn, and son of an Emperor, meet Akatosh, got trained by two… well technically three dragons. Akatosh must really want me to win the finale battle. 'Well Akatosh, I definitely will thanks to you and your children.' I smiled as we approached a trio of standing stones.
"If the rebels have themselves a dragon, You are the only one that could stop them, Dragonborn." Hadvar said as we stopped in front of the stones. "These are the Guardian Stones, three of the thirteen ancient standing stones that dot Skyrim's landscape. Go ahead, see for yourself." There was the Thief, Warrior, and Mage. I chose the Warrior, because I am one. "Warrior eh? I knew you didn't belong in that cart the moment I laid eyes on you." Hadvar said. I rolled my eyes. Suck up. We continued on down the path. Along the river to Riverwood, as it said on my map of Skyrim. It's a special map. It dots locations I visited by itself. Very useful. "C'mon. I'll feel better once we're under cover in Riverwood. We'd better keep moving. I feel like that dragon might be up there watching us right now." Hadvar said as we neared the small town. I looked up and sure enough, there he was. Perched up on a cliff on the other side of the river, watching us. Waiting. Probably studying for weakness. I'm guessing the fear spell is still in effect, otherwise he would attack.
"Well Hadvar…" He looked at me. "…you were right about one thing." I gave gesture with my head to Alduin, who slunk further into his "hiding spot" if you could call it that. It was a small bush on top of a cliff. His scales make good camouflage in the rock behind him, but it was morning so it was easy to see his ebony looking scales.
"Keep your guard up solder, we don't want any surprises." Tullius informed him as he watched Alduin with weary eyes.
"Look, there's my Uncle!" Hadvar said as we walked inside the town. "Uncle!" Hadvar ran to an older man in red blacksmiths garb. The man turned and paled on our arrival.
"Shor' bones, what happened to you boy?" He asked worryingly.
"Shh… Uncle, please. Keep your voice down. I'm fine. But we should go inside to talk." The poor old mad looked even more worried.
"But what's all this about? What are you three doing here… General Tullius?" He asked. The two older men shook hands. I cleared my throat and got their attention.
"A dragon attacked Helgen. But we only suffered miner damage. I stopped the attack, surprisingly. I'm just on my way to Solitude. I'll be on my way." I patted Hadvar's shoulder and gave Tullius a nod.
"Thank you." We saluted one another. And with that mess done and over with, I started my journey to Whiterun, where I could get a carriage to travel to Solitude.
Continuing along the path through Riverwood, I decided to make a mental list of what to do. First, get to Whiterun and get a ride. Second, go to Solitude and claim my fathers house there, and get some gear. Third, find Inigo and Derk. I heard that they were somewhere in the Rift. Probably near the city of Riften. Forth, meet Paarthurnax on the Throat of the World, the tallest mountain in Skyrim, and where Alduin was sent forward in time through the Elder scroll... and just stop by and say hi. Even dragon get lonely. Step five, either force or reason with Alduin to give up his death sentence of a quest for total domination of Nirn. And last but not least, end this war. Kill the Thalmor. Go back to Cyrodiil and rip that White-Gold Concordat in pieces. And maybe after that, I could finally settle down and find a women, have a few kids. And live my life in piece. Maybe go back to Black Marsh and live there. By the time I got my head out of the clouds, I realized that I was walking into Whiterun borders. 'That was rather quick.' I continued to walk towards the entrance of the city. Many people were staring at me, probably never seen an Argonian before. Especially an Argonian who is wearing royal attire. Or they just hated us. Many of the looks were hostile looking but there were some friendly looks here and there. No matter, I'm only here to stop the war and Alduin. "Hey! Argonian!" A voice called. I stopped and looked around. I spotted a Khajiit running to me. I crossed my arms as he came to an abrupt stop next to me, almost falling over.
"Yes?" I asked casually. The cat panted, his hands on his knees as he got some air into his lungs. I studied the Khajiit for I have never really seen any of their kind in Skyrim until now. He had black fur, yellow eyes, and wore what I assumed was mercenary gear. He cleared his throat and stood up strait.
"You need to be more careful around these parts, friend." I waited for him to get to his point. I already knew that Skyrim is not safe. "Also, my sister Ky'ren, she wanted to speak to you. She is back in the Sleeping Giant Inn. Watch yourself out there." And with that he walked pass me, towards Whiterun.
I watched him go up the path for a moment before I finally decided to head back the way I came. A few more minutes later and I was walking back into Riverwood and up the few steps that led into the Inn. Opening the wooden door and walking inside, I was met with a welcoming room. A fireplace in the center to keep the place warm, tables around the walls for patrons, and a dark brown haired Nord at the desk who was cleaning a mug. "Welcome to the Sleeping Giant Inn. We have warm beds, food, water, and-" He looked up. "Oh it's you. Ky'ren! Your lizard boyfriend is here." He yelled to his left at a shut door. The sounds of things being knocked over were heard from the other side, along with some muffled talking. Or… was that yelling? I walked up to the bartenders desk and leaned against it, watching the door which the clattering came from. Waiting. After a few minutes of hearing the disastrous noises behind the door, it finally opened. I was met with a, I will not lie, a beautiful Khajiit women. She had tan fur, golden yellow eyes. Her smile is probably the thing that stood out the most. And she wore a barkeeper's dress that looked more like a maids dress. And…
"Is that an amulet of Mara?" She stole the words out of my mouth. I looked down and grabbed one of the amulets around my neck. An amulet of Akatosh, Mara, and an amulet of Saint Alessia, the woman was known as the "Slave-queen" during the First Era, and was responsible for ending enslavement by the Ayleids, which all hung from my neck. "I'm surprised that a hansom young man like you isn't married yet." She said as she slowly walked up to me.
I held up a hand to silently tell her to stop her from saying that would get her in trouble. "Sorry, I'm on Imperial business. And… I am not looking for a lover right now. Why did you assume I was?" I asked. She put her hand on her hips.
"You don't know the tradition of Skyrim?" She asked. I shook my head. "A person who is looking for a spouse simply wears the amulet, showing they are available." She was standing just in front of me as she held my amulet while she said this. Her eyes were fixated on it.
"Well..." I shrugged. "...I don't know much about Skyrim or it's traditions, I came from Cyrodiil. All I have it this map. I'm just here to stop the civil war. So… what did you need?" I asked. She smiled again.
"To help you in your adventures, of course." My eyebrows raised.
"Really? Hmm." I thought of what could happen. Nothing really bad could happen. I mean I barley know her, and she seems nice. It's not like she could hurt me much. Yeah, why not. "Sure. You can tag along. I could use a guide." She squealed, jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. She hugged me. It was awkward, having a random person just hug you out of nowhere.
"Thank you so much! You have no idea how boring it is here. Especially with Delphine around." She whispered the last part. She let go and rushed to her room, slamming the door. Again, I waited. She came out quicker than last time. And I was not expecting to see her in full combat gear. She was wearing Elven armor, Elven boots, Elven gauntlets, a circlet with a blue gem, and she had two daggers that were of unknown origin to me. She also wore an Amulet of Mara, which I never noticed until now. She looked way to excited for this. "Okay, let's go!" She said in excitement grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the Inn. Outside, it was getting into late. A bright orange filled the sky, cold air rushed from the North, just usual day in Skyrim, I think. I don't know, I've only been here for about a day now. I looked down the road again towards Whiterun and breathed in the fresh air. "Hey." Ky'ren nudged my arm. I turned to face her.
"Yeah?" I asked. She was looking down the road too. Looking at the sun setting over the horizon.
"I'll be in Riften. I'll be back in a few days. I have some business to take care of. Good luck, friend." I didn't get the chance to say anything to her about what what kind of business she was talking about because she sprinted into the forest behind the Inn. I shrugged as I took my first step towards my destination again, Whiterun.
It was dark out, but the brazers on the city walls helped me find my way. I walked back up the cobblestone path, through a gate, past a watchtower, and over a jaw bridge. And finally, I reached the gates of Whiterun. Two guards dressed in yellow robes with chain mail armor underneath, stood guard. One of them walked up to me as I approached. "Halt! City's closed with the dragons about. Official business only." That reminded me. I looked around to see if I was being followed by that beast. Luckily I was not. I looked at the guard with a deadpan look. I was not in the mood. I was tired from no sleep, hungry, and just wanting to have a normal conversation with anyone because I haven't been in contact with a normal person in years. With the exception of Ky'ren. But she had to leave.
"My father is the Emperor, so can I go in?" The guards chuckled.
"Yeah sure. And I'm the King of Skyrim. If you aren't here on business, than you can wait like the rest. Move along." The first one said. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Why do they always make me do this?
"FEIM ZII GRON!" (Fade Spirit Bind) I felt the cool wave wash over my body as I became a specter.
"Whah! How did you do that!?" The Shout wore off as I cleared my throat. I still get that hoarse feeling when I Shout from time to time, but I'm getting better at it.
"I'm Dragonborn. Can I go in now?" I deadpanned. Both guards immediately opened the big wooden doors to the city.
"Yes! O-Of course, Dragonborn! We had no idea." I nodded and walked in. The first guard looked at his friend.
"So… the end times are really upon us?" The second shrugged.
"If it is, I know what I'm doin'." They shut the gates and got back to their posts.
"Go to the Bee and the Barb in Riften and drink all the mead they have?" The second one laughed.
"That's part of it."
I was walking down the path when a guard tapped my shoulder. "They say Helgen got hit by a dragon. One of those horrors comes here, we'll be ready." Then he just walked off. I ignored his commit and just walked on with my head down and my hands in my pockets. That was until I heard someone yelling his brains out.
"...Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter!" I looked up. I was in a courtyard it looked like. A dead tree in the center of the circular island. Streams of water traveled around it. 'I must be out of it today.' The commotion came from a priest chanting under a statue of Talos. The Nord turned god, supposedly. "…I breath now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine!..." He continued to chant as I walked past. "You!" He pointed. I looked around, then back at him.
"Me?" He nodded.
"Come here, child." Sighing, I did as he asked. I jumped across the stream and walked up to the old man. He looked up at me with those old eyes of his and it crept me out a bit. "Do you believe in Talos? Do you follow his guidance like I?" He asked. Great. A man desperate trying to save an outlawed god. Sure, I am against the Thalmor outlawing him, but what am I to do? I'm a political leader of sorts, yes, but I can't do anything until I rip the White-Gold Concordat in to shreds. So for now I need to just nod may head and say no.
"Uh… no. I'm sorry. The only gods I follow are Akatosh and Mara." He nodded.
"I understand. I am sorry to waist your time, traveler. Don't let those Thalmor boss you around, boy. Be careful." I waved him off and jumped back over the stream and started my way up the long set of stairs up to Dragonsreach, where the Jarl resides. The priest again preaching behind me like nothing happened.
At the top a few guards were patrolling the bridge and side paths that led to the large building. I walked across the bridge and to the large double doors. A guard opened them for me as I neared. Inside, I was met with more stairs as I continued to walk deeper inside. Pillars on the both sides holding the structure stable. With brazers next to them, lighting up the area. Reaching the top, a fire in the center of the room was the first thing I looked at. Followed by the two long tables next to it, and two indoor balconies on both sides of the room looking down at the first floor. At the end of the room the Jarl himself was sitting on his throne. A dragon's skull hung above him. The site slightly angered me, and I knew why. A dark elf was standing next to the Jarl, she was looking vigilant and ready for anything. And an Imperial, the Steward by the looks of it, stood at the Jarls side. "What would you have me do, then? Nothing?" The Jarl yelled at his steward who was frantic on trying to calm him down.
"My lord. Please. This is no time for rash action. I just think we need more information before we act. I just..." The dark elf walked up to me, sword drawn.
"What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors." I pointed at her sword. She looked at it, than back at me. I crossed my arms and waited, I will not talk while a sword is pointed at my throat. She sighed and sheathed it.
"I have news about Helgen, and the about that dragon." She nodded.
"Well, that explains why the guards let you in. Come on then, the Jarl will want to speak to you personally." We walked up to the throne as the two individuals had their conversation. He abruptly stopped his conversation and looked at me for a moment, than he spoke.
"So. You were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?" Balgruuf asked. I huffed, shaking my head.
"Saw it? It saw me, first. It came to Helgen because there was a mix-up. The dragon wasn't after Helgen. He was after me." I said, agitated.
"By Ysmir, Irileth was right!" He said in shock, giving a glance at his steward. "What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?" He asked. The dark elf, Irileth, walked up.
"My lord, we should send..." I cut her off.
"Alduin." The name seemed to make time stop as everyone in the room went silent, all eyes were on me. Balgruuf leaned forward in his chair.
"I-I'm sorry?" I cleared my throat.
"The dragon... It was Alduin. I stopped him for now. You're welcome." No one moved. At least they know he name. It was a while until anyone said anything, or moved for that matter. Irileth was the first to speak up.
"My lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. It's in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains..." I cut her off again.
"Alduin is probably on his way back to Skuldafn, the dragon nesting grounds." Balgruuf sat back in his throne, his head leaning on his hand. Obviously irritated.
"How do you know this, lizard?" He asked.
"Because my father and I studied dragons for a log time. Even know some friendly ones." I replied as a mater of fact. "And I lived with them for a few years. On and off, training." Proventus stepped forward.
"You lived with dragons?" He questioned, turned to Balgruuf for a course of action. "Jarl Balgruuf. You can't honestly trust this lizard! He's obviously a spy for..." I was about to interrupt again, but Balgruuf beat me to it.
"Enough! I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!" He turned to Irileth, who had her sword out again. But not raised. "Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once." She nodded.
"Yes, my Jarl." She left the room and down the stairs, taking a few guards with her.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties." The Jarl didn't even look at the Steward as he left the room as well.
"That would be best." He muttered as Proventus left the room and up the stairs to our right. It was just me and Bulgruuf now. "Well done." He congratulated me. "You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it. Here, take this as a small token of my esteem." One of his guards walked up from his side and handed me a sword. "That sword will do more than that small dagger you have there ever will." He pointed to the dagger on my hip. It was the ancient Dwemer dagger, Keening. My father gave me this dagger. The sword was a fine one. Sharp, stable, and reliable. A decent steel sword indeed. Even had a few enchantments on it. But Keening saved me more times than I could count. "There is another thing you could do for me." Bulgruuf suddenly spoke up. I looked back up from the sword and to him again. "Suitable for someone of your... particular talents, perhaps. Come, let's go find Forengar, my court wizard. He's been into a matter related to those dragons and… rumors of dragons."
He got off of his throne and beckoned me to follow him into a small side room. A wizard, young, probably in his mid 20's stood at a table in blue mage robes. "Farengar, I think I've found someone who can help you with your… dragon project. Go ahead and fill him in on all the details." Farengar looked up from a book he was looking at and walk around his desk up to me.
"So the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research into the dragons. Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me. Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there." I nodded.
"Alright. Where, and what." I asked him.
"Straight to the point, eh? No need for tedious how's and whys. I like that. Leave those details to your betters, am I right? I, uh, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow – a "Dragonstone," said to contain a map of dragon burial sites. Go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet – no doubt interred…" I stopped him with a hand.
"In the main chamber, I know. Simplicity itself. And… you will have no need for the tablet. My experience and knowledge of dragons far exceeds that of any other individual. Here." I walked over to a nearby map of Skyrim which hung on a wall, and marked it with all the dragon burials sights. Once I was done and turned around to face the other two people in the room, I was met with fazed faces. I chuckled at their expressions of awe. "Right, I forget myself. Farengar, how would you like to meet some dragons?" They didn't move, other than Farengar loosing his balance momentarily. I snapped my finger to get their attention. "Do you want to, or not?" I asked. Balgruuf spoke first.
"You want to bring two of those giant lizards here? Are you mad!" He yelled.
"No. I just thought Farengar wanted to speak to the only dragons who would not kill you on sight. Unless provoked, of course." I waited for an answer. It looked like Balgruuf was about to say something when Farengar spoke first.
"Yes!" He yelled. Balgruuf sighed in defeat.
"Fine. But the first sign of aggression, my guards will attack. Got it?" I nodded. He left the small room and took a sharp right and up the stairs. Farengar and I followed.
We were led up a set of stairs and through a set large double doors. On the other side was a large balcony overlooking the fields outside of Whiterun. We walked to the edge where we could see the clear blue sky. Bulgruuf waiting just outside the doors which we came, not like the idea of dragons so close to his city. Farengar however was very eager as he walked behind me. As we walked, I noticed a contraption of some kind up above. "What is that?" I asked, pointing to a large wooden rack with a divot in the middle. Chains on both sides leading to two cranks on some balcony's on both sides of the larger main platform.
"Dragonsreach was made to hold a dragon, that's how the ancient hero Olaf-One-Eye imprisoned the great dragon, Numinex." Farengar said. I'm guessing Numinex was the dragon skull above Bulgruuf's throne. Speaking of the Jarl, the man was walking up to us, crossing his arms. "So, what now?" He asked. I back up to the sky and smiled.
"I Shout." I glanced back. "You… may want to take a few steps back." They did as told, and so did a few guards who were stationed near the platform. I looked towards the sky and prepared myself. Shouting may be getting easier on my throat, but I'm not a master at it. "Paarthurnax! Jormungandr! Hon dii Zul ahik bo amativ! Zu'u bel hi ko dii tiid do praag!" (Paarthurnax! Jormungandr! Hear my voice and come fourth! I summon you in my time of need!) There was a long pause of silents. The guards and Bulgruuf were visibly on edge.
"Are you sure you spoke in the dragon language? Try again. Maybe they didn't here you." Farengar said. My smile dropped and I looked at the young wizard.
"I was speaking dovahzul, Farengar. And if they didn't here me, there is no point in..." Suddenly two distant roars interrupted me. Farengar and I looked up towards the distant mountains to see two dragons approaching fast. I smiled again at the sight of them. At closer inspection I noticed that they were ready for a fight. They must think I'm being held captive or something. "Gevild nel! Nust los un fahdon!" (Hold fast! They are our friends!) I told them as they approached the platform. We had two back up a bit to make room for the two large dragons.
"Drem yol lok…" (Piece fire sky…) "...greetings." Paarthurnax said to everyone around him. Some guards had their swords drawn, nervous and ready to attack at the Jarls command. Some looked on in wounder and curiosity, walking a bit closer to the two large dragons. Bulgruuf was dumbfounded, looking between the dragons and I.
Farengar was the first to say anything. "Incredible! Uh… sirs, you have no idea how long I have waited for such an opportunity! I would be most appreciative if you would permit me to preform some, ah, tests on you. Purely in the interests of the advancement of knowledge." Paarthurnax was the one to speak out of the two.
"You may have, but after you insulted my fahdon, my friend, you will have to ask her." Farengar stuttered as he figured out what to say.
"I-I am so so sorry miss. I had no idea that you… were… eh… um..." Jormungandr was almost immediate to answer.
"Niid!" (No!) "The only one who is aloud to touch me is Diinmaar." She yelled. The outburst caught everyone off guard, even Paarthurnax. She crawled over behind me and nuzzled my cheek. "Rok aal haalvut zey kolos alun rok med." (He may touch me wherever he likes.) She purred as she slunk her long neck down so it was next to mine, licking her scaly lips giving and me one of the most draconic mischievous grins I've ever seen.
"Dragonborn. What did she say?" Farengar asked, oblivious to the deep blush I probably had.
"Uh, she said that she would let me…" By the gods. How do you tell someone something like that without feeling completely embarrassed? "...um… touch her… where... wherever she likes." Jormungandr growled behind me, wrapping her tail around me and pulling me into her stomach. He chuckled.
"Good one, but seriously. What did she say?" Jormungandr unravled herself from me and pushed her head in between my legs, causing my to go flying on top of her neck. I yelped. She gave Farengar a piercing glare, still growling.
"My liin..." (mate) "...speaks the truth, little mortal. I'd advise you treat him with respect." I was holding onto her neck for dear life as I clunk myself to her, she purred at the contact. Realizing this I quickly got off, not wanting to provoke her anymore.
"Whoa there." I held out my hands and backed away. "Liston, I am no ones mate, understand. And I need one of you to fly me to the city of Solitude." Paarthurnax stepped forward as tribute.
"I will do this, Diinmaar." I nodded in thanks and walked over to hop on him. But Jormungandr stood in the way.
"No! I will take him! I knew him longer! You had him last term and I think I get to spend some alone time with MY Diinmaar!" Jormungandr shoved Paarthurnax out of the way, making him almost crush poor Farenar against a support post.
"Jormungandr! What is the meaning of these reckless actions?" Paarthurnax demanded, but otherwise remained calm. She gritted her teeth at him.
"I am not reckless. I just want to be with my favorite little dovahkiin." Paarthurnax eyed her suspiciously, he sniffed the air and his eyes grew wide.
"You are in heat? This early? Niid." (No.) I got on his neck while they talked and sighed trying to ignore their conversation. I hate flying.
"Niid! Paarthurnax, Lig Zu'u lokaal mok!" (No! Paarthurnax, I love him!) That made us both freeze. Most of the other onlookers were now gathered around watching the confrontation in awkward silents for sure. I know they don't know what the dragons are saying, but they can read body language.
"Hi lokaal Diinmaar?" (You love Diinmaar?) Paarthurnax paused and started to laugh. I however still couldn't get over on what she said. "Ahst jok hi vis lokaal aanwo..." (At least you can love someone...) She looked down in sadness. "...Ni med praan do mii." (...not like the rest of us.) I honestly felt bad for her now. Sure, it's understandable for the males, and that there are very few dragons out there sense Alduin hasn't started resurrecting them yet. But for one to fall in love with a mortal? With me? Sure, on the inside I'm a dragon, but on the outside… That's unheard of.
"I'm sorry, Gandr." I called her by the nickname I gave her some years ago. "…but I'm an Argonian, and you're… you're a dragon. I hope you understand." I got a pang in my heart as a tear fell from her eye, looking down. "But I do love you." She looked up and sniffled. "As family. You mean the world to me, and I would be crushed if anything happened to you. Both of you. Remember, I'm not a true dragon." I patted Paarthurnax's snout. And with that whole ordeal out of the way, Paarth and I flew off before it got any worse. It wasn't long until we heard a roar of agony and disrepair from her. This is one of the reasons why I let Alduin live. So he can revive the dragons, so I can bring them to the light. So they can thrive once more. Then I'll kill Alduin so he doesn't try to kill everyone again.
The flight was so far... peaceful. We were almost to Solitude, actually. Only a few more minutes and we'll be right over the city. I've just been resting on Paarth's neck the whole time basking in the sun, feeling the cold winter wind against my face. I slept for most of the trip and Paarth just enjoyed the flight regardless of the cold. We were just minding our own business when a familiar roar was heard in the distance behind us. I sighed. I thought I already told him to leave us alone. Now what can he passably want? "I thought I made it clear the first time." I muttered. Paarthurnax hovered in mid air, scanning for the dragon responsible for interrupting our peaceful flight.
"Druv, Dovahkiin?" (Why, Dragonborn?) I groaned as Paarthurnax swerved around to face the dragon.
"Why, what?" I asked him, irritated.
"Druv drey hi voz zey lahney? Hi los Dovahkiin… DOVAHKIIN! Ahrk tul… hi funt ko hin dez. Fun zey, druv?" (Why did you let me live. You are Dovahkiin... DOVAHKIIN! And yet… you failed in completing your destiny. Tell me, why!) Alduin demanded, flying a little closer causing Paarth to go a bit on edge. "Zu'u lost kosaan laagnu alun honah hi vahraak zey. Hi drey ni ofan zey krif. Hi ris zey tum, ruz vahlut zey til! Zopaak do nahlii faan dreh. (I have been restless ever sense you spared me. You did not give me a fight. You put me down, than left me there! Ashamed of being called a dov.) He bellowed. I rolled my eyes.
"Alduin. I'll be quick. I have places to go, and things to do… You haven't done anything threatening to me or the world yet, so I let you live. Think of this as your second chance in life. I know that Akatosh would be happy about this." I didn't bother saying anything else for there was nothing else to be said. I patted Paarth's neck as a sign to resume the flight. Leaving Alduin again, alone and doubtful of himself. Guilt, the best way to kill someone. Psychological warfare.
Just three minutes later and we were flying at high speeds to get to Solitude faster. The city was already in sight. I saw a big area in what looked like a courtyard in front of a castle. The Blue Palace if I'm not mistaken. I pointed to it. "Land there!" Paarth turned his neck to face me and nodded. "It shall be done." Paarth swooped down towards the city at high speeds, folding in his wings to gain speed. I had to buckle my lags around his neck and hang on for dear life when he did. I saw the city garrison get ready for us, bows at the ready. Paarth quickly landed in the courtyard, the guards had to dive out of way as he landed. I jumped off and told Paarth to stay put, he listened of course. The city guard quickly surrounded us as I turned around to face them. A Captain, no, that same Captain from Helgen stepped forward. Wielding a sword and an evil grin.
"You!" She yelled as she walked forward with her sword pointed at me. "You made me the laughing stock of the Empire." Her sword was at my throat now, her elbow was bent back as her face was inches from mine, seething in anger. I stood there, not threatened by her poor choice of action. She looked up at the giant head of Paarthurnax just above me, I looked up as well. He was looking at her in amusement, knowing that she was no threat.
"So, you're that Captain… er… Emperor Talen-Jei told me about. Hmm, you're a weak minded fool for following those Elves blindly. Nivak paak." (Poor shame.) I nodded in agreement. She was a disappointment, a bad example for the Empire. Arrogant Nord. She moved her gaze to the hulking dragon behind me, pointing her sword at him as well.
"What did you say, dragon! Answer or be put down like the fat lizard you are!" At hearing the words "lizard" said, Paarthurnax's expression quickly changed from calm to subtle. Rule one with dragons is: Never call them lizards.
"Hi krilon faan zey wah gein do daar sahlag ulfah?" (You dare call me one of those pitiful creatures?) He roared. He then lowered his head and whispered an apology, then going back to his target. "Hi unt dii prem." (You are trying my patience.) She held her stance.
"If I were you, I'd not call him that." I quipped. She scoffed, blade returning to me while she backed up behind her bodyguards. Cowards move.
"Lieutenant, arrest that man for betraying the Empire and humiliating an officer!" She demanded to one of the guards. Non moved however. She looked around at her troops, confused. "What are you waiting for… arrest him!" She yelled again. The guard in sliver armor turned to her.
"No Captain. You are charged with conspiring against the Empire, assault on a commanding officer, and the attempted murder of Prince Diinmaar. What say you in your defense?" He asked as the guards backed away from her and turned their bows ad arrows towards her. Captain Rikke's face went pale at that accusation. Suddenly Rikke started to shake and… molt? Is that the word? Her body shifted and churned into unnatural positions. I didn't like the look of it. Her armor fell of on her and she dropped her sword and shield as she fell to her knees.
"Uh, Everybody back away!" I yelled to the surrounding people. The guards slowly backed up with their shields raised and bows drawn.
"Everyone, you must leave at once!" A new voice yelled from beside Paarth and I. Looking to the newcomer, I was shocked to see an amazing looking Argonian. An odd looking Argonian. Or whatever it is. I've never seen him before. He looked like an Argonian, but he was bulkier and his eyes looked different. They were bright blue and dragon like. His cyan skin was not like mine, it was more thick and the scales were more prominent. His horns looked as if they were curved razor blades like a dragons. And his voice sounded much more deeper and powerful. And his armor? I've never heard of anything like it. The armor was black with a gold trim. It looked like the mythical dragon carved armor my father always talked about. The two blue gems implanted inside it made him look like a noble of sorts. Was he a paladin or something? Dragonguard maybe? His sword and shield had the same gem. It had the same dragon engraving as his armor. The hilt was made of pure gold, the blade looked like a steel of unknown origin, probably dragon forged. Just a stupid uneducated guess. And the shield has and unknown dragon's face engraved into it. I'm guessing he is of great importance. Who is this guy?