Chapter 1
The Fight That Thundered The World
The brief clashing of blades rang out in the twisting realm of Apocrypha. Following this brief clash, thunderous voices shook their foundations causing the realm to tremble.
"Fus Ro Da!"
"Yor Tor Shul!"
The fiery breath of an ancient dragon priest clashed with the forceful wave of a great Nord warrior. As they impacted, a large explosion briefly covered their battlefield.
Yet, lightning shot through the explosion before it even settled, landing a hit on the enchanted dragon bone shield.
"Fuck you, Miraak!" the female warrior shouted with disgruntlement as she took damage from the paralyzing effect of the lightning. Despite this, she started to advance with her shield up as the explosion finally settled.
"All skills of our craft is fair, Dragonborn," the dragon priest, Miraak, replied evenly.
"It's Bevallig! Be. Va. Llig! Get it right you asshole!" the woman, Bevallig, shouted angrily as she started to run towards him. "Mul Qah Diiv!"
An ethereal dragon-like armor overlapped with her steel plate cuirass.
Impressed by the display, Miraak responded in kind with his own. "Your name does not suit you! Mul Qah Diiv!"
Now covered in his very own ethereal armor and equipped with his tentacle-like sword, he charged as well.
Within both of their souls and on the tip of their tongue, they welled within them a singular voice.
"Gol..."
"Gol..."
"Hah Dov!"
"Hah Dov!"
Their powerful shouts traveled faster than them, the power to bend the will of the earth, mortals, and dragons passing through each other. Unlike the voice of fire and the voice of force, they were the embodiment of the wielder's will.
Not bothering to block, Bevallig took the Shout head-on without much thought.
Miraak too took it head-on in the belief that he could weather it.
Once they neared each other and readied to clash blades once more, they stopped as if paralyzed. Yet, both were able to retreat.
"What the fuck was that?!" Bevallig shouted in confusion as she looked to herself.
Miraak too looked to himself but not in confusion but shock. "Your Thu'um is stronger than mine?!" he asked indignantly. "Impossible!"
"Wait... Did I bend your will?!" Bevallig asked in surprise. "I did?!" she then started to laugh.
The first Dragonborn, however, was not amused and he took note of his foe's prior words. "We both dominated each other's will..." he uttered in realization.
In the air, portals of swirling evil started to appear. Their devouring tentacles give way to many eyes. Both of their eyes went to the Daedric lord with Bevallig, anger filled her once more, and with Miraak, apprehension.
"I have no use of you, Hermanus Mora! I am still able to slay her!" Miraak declared as his hands crackled with lightning.
The last Dragonborn readied her shield once more and charged. The first Dragonborn readied his spell and began to form his Magicka into form.
Yet, nothing came out as his body tightened up and his Magicka flow halted its conjuring.
Bevallig smirked in pre-emptive triumph as she went in for a shield bash. "This is for your damned lightning!" she roared as she neared.
Only for her body to clamp down and for her to trip and fall. Her helmet flew off from the impact revealing her dark blonde Nordic hair. "What the fuck?" she muttered in shock.
"It would seem we are both affected by each other's shouts..." Miraak muttered with befuddlement. "That's rather amusing..."
The observing swirling mass of tentacles took their moment of shock and revelation to speak, "I see that your bout... Has turned stale. A shame..."
"Hermaeus Mora!" Miraak snapped as he looked to his master. His thoughts are sure of what the malicious Daedric Lord of Knowledge was planning. "Do not dare try to end our duel!"
Bevallig looked at Miraak whose voice sounded desperate. "What in Oblivion are you talking about?" she asked in confusion.
"Shut up, welp," Miraak snapped dismissively.
"Welp?! You fucking asshole!" Bevallig shouted indignantly as she charged the priest with her dragon bone sword. Only for her body to freeze up again and for her to trip onto the ground once more. "Oh, what the fuck!"
"Rather unfortunate that your duel... Has turned out this way, Miraak..." Hermaeus Mora said with its chilling eldritch voice. "But your battle has disturbed my realm long enough..."
Hundreds of portals opened all around the area the two fought in. The bones of the dragons that were slain were entrapped by large swirling tentacles and dragged into the portals.
"Do not fool yourself... Miraak... Into thinking, you have fooled me... I am the lord of this realm," the portals started to shine brightly as if charging up something. "Also, thank you for your service... Bevallig but since you desire... And will never seek knowledge I suppose I should get rid of you before... The others make their move..."
Bevallig now fully understood where this was heading and immediately stood up. "Well fuck you too, asshole! Feim Zii Gron!" she shouted as her form became intangible to the realm.
Miraak looked over to her and did the same. "Feim Zii Gron! A rather clever idea from an idiot like you, Dragonborn!" he complimented for once.
"How many times do I have to tell you! It's Bevallig!"
Before their banter could continue, their attention and fear were once more drawn back to the Daedric Prince. "You think I do not have... The knowledge to bypass your Thu'ums?"
The portals finally discharged their soul-wrenching power.
Bevallig groaned as she felt numb through her entire body. Opening her eyes, she saw the beautiful blue sky of the mortal realm.
She chose to lay there instead of getting up as she took in the clean air once more. "I wonder if Sovngarde got a new climate change..." she muttered to herself, playing with the idea that she was dead.
"Going to Sovngarde with you would be eternal damnation in Oblivion," Miraak commented.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she jumped up to her feet in preparation for a fight.
"I have noticed that you do not wield magic," the first Dragonborn noted as he looked at her. "As expected of an unrefined warrior you are."
"None of your business on how I fight," Bevallig glared as she summoned the power of her voice to the tip of her tongue. "Z- Ugh..." Only for her to freeze up once more. "What the fuck!"
Miraak looked at her then looked at his hands. He then looked to the sky, his mask flashing the sunlight of its golden craft.
"Give me back the dragon souls you stole from me," Bevallig demanded with a low tone. Her blue eyes shone with kettled anger.
Miraak looked at her with a cooled glare, his eyes belaying his temper. "So that is what drove you to defeat me?" he asked, slightly intrigued and indignant at her cause. "Even with your lack of meaningful drive, do you even have the power to defeat me?"
"Well, I slew Alduin while you ran away," Bevallig pointed out with a glare.
"I could have killed him but chose-"
"Not to blah blah blah! Just making excuses!"
"I had machinations of my own beyond Alduin!"
"You were just scared of him!"
"I am above that single-minded fool of a firstborn!"
Miraak strides towards her angrily, Bevallig doing the same. Their argument heated up as they strode up to each other with glares blaring.
"You're the dumbass who got imprisoned by Hermaeus Mora!"
"You are but a mere fool who allows herself to be dragged by destiny!"
"But I am stronger than you!"
"I have slain hundreds of dragons! How many have you slain?! A few dozen?!"
Bevallig tried to grab Miraak only to find that her body restrained itself from doing so. "This Divine damned shout!" she cursed as she struggled to murder the smug priest.
"Back in my time, Nords were more reasonable," Miraak remarked, "yet it would seem they have degraded to idiotic apes."
"Oh yeah?! This ape is gonna tear you into pieces once the Thu'um wears off!" Bevallig barked back.
"Greater entities have tried," he thundered, "and yet here I am! Returned to the world of Nirn!"
"Well, clearly you haven't fought a Nord woman! Come here you fucking Daedric shit!" she brandished her sword and with a single stroke of it, a tree fell. "If I can't get you with direct attacks, then I shall get you with indirect ones!"
Miraak sidestepped the tree, its trunk landing barely an inch from his arm. "Quite a waste of time if I don't say so myself," he mused as he brandished his sword. "But I suppose our battle will need to continue in any form it would take!"
Thus began their duel of tree felling.
The area around them had become a land of fallen trees, an opening in the canopy of a thick forest. Yet, neither of them tired nor took damage from their indirect duel.
"Gah! Fucking Oblivion!" Bevallig cursed as she kicked a trunk away, causing it to break in half from the force. "How long does the Thu'um last?" she asked.
Miraak ignored her as he looked to the sky. His vision of the blue hue and wispy clouds is now unobstructed by the trees.
"Oi!" she called out in impatience.
Huffing in annoyance at her badgering, the dragon priest sent her a glare before walking away. "It has been some hours already, it may last many more. I do not intend to toil aimlessly now that I have achieved freedom. May we cross once more whence our bodies do not betray us."
"You think I am going to let you leave?!" Bevallig asked as she swiftly made her way to him. "I am not going to let you roam free to wreak havoc on Skyrim!"
"You think you can stop me?" Miraak inquired as he rolled his shoulders, he then started to run. "Wuld Nah Kest!" His form propelled itself forward, launching him through the trees and into the forest once more.
"Eh?! You found out that trick?! Shit!" Bevallig shouted in surprise. Despite her shock, she didn't let it stop her from running after the dragon priest with haste. "Wuld Nah Kest!"
Thus their long chase began.
Bevallig could be degradedly called many things: An idiot, numbskull, or a simpleton. But there was one thing that everyone, even the Daedric lords and Divines, could not deny: She was strong and fast.
The little trick she and Miraak were utilizing was a way to increase one's speed to that of the gales of the Great Plains until one stops or is lacking in stamina.
So as Miraak tried to lose her and she tried to catch up to him, she easily began to catch up with him.
With the wind blowing past and the branches breaking beneath their feet, they quickly broke free from the large expanse of forest and onto the grand winding plains as far as the eye could see. A landscape that was not unfamiliar to that of the Great Plains and one that was alien to both the pursued and the purser.
Miraak grunted in exertion as he did a quick 90-degree turn to take a brief look if he was being pursued. Only for him to get crashed into by the woman he was running from.
"Gah!" he grunted as he was sent flying with his bones cracking and some breaking from the impact. His body landed onto the green land with a thud. His mask rolled off his face and almost along with his consciousness but he reigned it in.
Bevallig, on the other hand, felt her steel plate armor groan and cave into her as she too was sent careening onto the ground. Her armored head allowed her to briefly taste the grass and dirt of the land.
"Fuck!" she cursed in pain as she struggled to get her caved-in chest plate off. Her chest getting compressed out of oxygen by it. "Shit!" With that final exertion, she felt the air enter her airways once more.
Meanwhile, Miraak immediately went to work with his restoration magic to heal his wounds. His internal bleeding and broken bones being slowly healed by the mysteries of Magicka.
"You fucking ass," Bevallig cursed Miraak as she staggered to her knees and whipped out a potion. "Was that on purpose?!"
The dragon priest grunted in annoyance as he too staggered up as his internal wounds began to heal. "Do want to test if I am capable of killing you once more?" he asked as he picked up his mask and equipped it once more.
"What about if I test if I can?" Bevallig replied as she tossed away the empty glass and then grabbed another one. Once consumed, she grabbed her sword and unsheathed it. "Come here you fucker."
"Uncouth as always," Miraak duly noted as he turned around and glared at his foe, summoning his sword and his lighting spell. "Why don't we both test and see!"
Bevallig swiftly grabbed her shield on her back and put it in front of her. Then she charged. "Wuld Nah Kest!" Her body propelled itself at the first Dragonborn.
Seeing this and reacting, Miraak readied his sword and prepared to counter.
The Nord woman appeared before the dragon priest with her shield poised to run him over. Miraak brought down his blade simultaneously as well.
Only for the both of them to freeze up.
Yet, the Bend Will shout could not make the world freeze as Bevallig still crashed into Miraak using the sheer momentum of her charge and her Whirlwind Shout. The freshly healed bones of the first Dragonborn cracked once again.
"Haha! Still got you asshole!" Bevallig grinned with triumph as she and Miraak tumbled together onto the plains.
"Guh..." was all that Miraak could muster as his body was wrecked once more with pain.
As they tumbled down the hill with their muscles still frozen, as they felt the instinct to wrestle each other, their bodies inevitably became intertwined. When they finally settled, Bevallig found herself on top of Miraak, her body placed on a weird angle due to her frozen state.
"Who is the idiot now?" she asked triumphantly over her defeated foe as she positioned herself more dominantly over him. A big grin firmly settled on her face.
"You damned woman..." Miraak groaned as he tried to push her off only to find himself freezing up every time he tried to do so. "This damned Thu'um!"
"Haha! I have defeated you, Miraak!" Bevallig declared with laughter as she straddled his body with her legs only for her to freeze up.
"Fool! Feim Zii Gron!" Miraak's body turned ghost-like and using this new property of his state, he stood up. His body passed through Bevallig's, who was briefly immobilized due to the paralysis. He then took this window to begin his run once more. "Wuld Nah Kest!"
"Oh don't you dare try to you fucker!" Bevallig roared in frustration as she snapped out of it and chased after him. "Wuld Nah Kest!"
"Truce?" Bevallig panted as she stood over the exhausted Miraak who, despite being an incredibly powerful man who has lived for many ages, held less vigor than her, a sturdy twenty-year-old Nordic woman.
The day has long begun to settle. The sunset illuminated them in an orange hue, causing a faint luster to emanate from the First Dragonborn's mask. The winds of the plains they still occupied waved the Last Dragonborn's long oat-colored hair in a gentle breeze.
Miraak glared at her before a sigh of exhaustion wafted in the air. "I... Accept, Dragonborn..."
Bevallig glared at her newly christened companion with an irked expression. "You asshole, you are doing this just to fuck with me, huh?"
Miraak, the ever prideful first Dragonborn and former champion of Hermanus Mora, merely grunted.
A fair distance away from them, a group of small beasts made their way through the plains. Their red eyes constantly checking behind them as if paranoid at what lurks from behind them...
Chapter 1 End
Here goes another story that I will neglect to update consistently :) Love my writing life, so sad...
Anyway, got inspired to write this after downloading the join Miraak mod and getting him as a follower. Figured it would be funny to make the Dovahkiin an uncaring bitch that is consistent with what everyone on the Elder Scrolls fandom is doing nowadays... She will engage in more heinous activity but nothing too bad to warrant an R warning or suspicion from the FBI. Kinda have morals you know.
SaveTheWeak, out.