Here's the next chapter! srry for the last one, it was kinda rushed so i could work on my other story…..so enjoy
She was ready, she had the elder scroll. It had been several months, and she felt confident that she was going to win. Jynx was pleased at the thought of Alduin, the World Eater, dead. Vilkas had given her food for the journey, with a worried look in his eyes. She had soothed his worries slightly with a soft kiss.
She was at the moment working her way up the 7,000 steps, where she would pass through High Hrothgar and continue her way up to Paarthurnax.
The wind was battering her with freezing air, but it mattered little to her, she didn't even feel it thanks to her nord blood. She nodded in respect at the graybeards, just passing through, not bothering to speak.
Her shouts cleared the storm and wind as she made her way up the mountain. She stood tall in front of the white dragon proudly.
"You have the scroll?" She nodded, a pleased look in her eyes. Paarthurnax bit back a remark, telling her to go to the swirling snow and read the scroll. His slivery eyes watched as her face glazed over, obviously not present. Paarthurnax took the moment to shout in the sky, calling Alduin's name.
Vincent's P.O.V.
I strode into the room, still dressed in the tight leather armor of the Dark Brotherhood. I had stopped at the castle to grab my poisoned daggers, doing a side contract. That's when the ground shook…with the power of the thu'um.
I froze, hands hovering above the daggers, ready to take them from the display case. Alduin burst into the room. "Good your here. It seems the fight has come." He purred, his eyes raking up and down my form, shown proudly in the armor I was wearing. My eyes widened on their own accord, quickly sliding off the tight leather and replaced with the black leather trousers, that I confiscated from Alduin, and miner's shirt before sliding the deadric armor over my body, Alduin helping me strap it into place.
Alduin kissed me briefly before taking his original form, letting me take my place, lowering myself against him.
The journey was fast, as Alduin had sped there, and reached the peak just as the female dragonborn had pulled herself from the scroll, her long blond hair whipping around her face as she looked at Alduin. I smirked, she had no idea she wouldn't be facing him, but me instead. Alduin was gonna pretend to fight Paarthurnax while I do.
"So you think you have what it takes to bring me down?" Alduin snarled in his heavily accented voice, which I had found to be ?dovekul?. "You are very foolish." She narrowed her eyes in suspicion as he landed heavily, sending the woman stumbling back a few paces, his head closer to the ground so I could hop off. I did, kneeling down in the snow for a second before looking up at her through my hair that covered my eyes. The look on her face was priceless.
"But, you won't fight me, I'm afraid." He growled out, towering behind me as I stood up. "I have to deal with a traitor." He then pushed off the ground, Paarthurnax following, and they aimlessly chased each other around, shouting at each other.
"Who are you?" She demanded. I looked at her, a smirk plastered on my lips. "Why are you with a dragon?" I still didn't answer. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing…it's you who's in the wrong." I said softly.
"Really? When is siding by the dragons the right choice?" She asked, confused. "Why are you with a dragon?" She asked again.
"Heh, why not? As a dragonborn my spirit rejoices at the fact that I'm surrounded by souls like my own!" I smirked at the look on her face.
"Y-y-you're dragonborn? There's no way I'M the last dragonborn."
"I prefer Dovahkiin. But enough talk. We are to fight." I slid my deadric sword out of it's sheath. "Unless you change your mind. Join the dov, we are going to bring the rule of the dragons back…like the old days." she pulled out her glass sword.
"No."
"So be it." Was the only warning I gave her before I charged, swinging my sword. Her brown eyes widened as she narrowly deflected the blow.
I brought my leg up, kicking in the side, hearing the satisfying crunch of the glass cracking under the force of the kick. It sent her flying back into a rock. She stood up, an arm over the major crack. I charged again. She seemed to be ready this time and moved out of the way before we collided.
She brought her sword down, ricocheting off my armor. I smirked at the weakness of her strength. I brought my arm up, sending the sword out of her hands. She stumbled back, going after her sword. I quickly moved to kick the glass out of her reach. She got to her feet, after trying to swipe her legs under mine, trying to knock me off my feet. I simply got moved to the side. I smirked again as her jaw clenched in anger.
"What? Did you think I was gonna be an easy opponent?" I snarled, swinging my sword again, she brought her arm up, damaging the armor on there. I brought my leg up and kicked the other side of her armor, damaging it as bad as the other side.
The damage to her armor was effecting her, that was easily told, the damage from my kicks were tightening the area around her middle, and she was gasping for breath. And a red substance was leaking slowly out of the crack in her left arm.
Then she lunged, I didn't see the dagger until I felt the blade slid in-between the plating on my side, then another in my other side. I heard a roar of anger and heard the wings approaching. And Alduin, in his human form, landed in-front of me, pushing the woman back.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He roared, picking her up by her throat and tossing her away. "YOU WILL PAY FOR EVEN TOUCHING HIM!" He pulled her to her feet by her hair.
I looked down at the two enchanted daggers sticking out of me. I shakily gripped the handle of one, the first one, and pulled it out, biting my lip to keep from screaming as the wound burned. My shaking hand lit up as I tried to heal myself, put it flickered and faded. My blood poured freely out of the wound now, weeping through the paneling of my armor. I looked up to Alduin.
He was once again pulling her to her feet, but her armor was even worse than when my eyes left them, blood was staining some of the cracks. He threw her one last time, her head colliding with a rock. He then turned around to me, looking at me, I looked him in the eye before looking down at my bloody hands. He suddenly was there, kneeling down next to me.
"You're gonna have to keep that dagger in. If not you'll bleed out." He growled out, his fist clenching in anger. My breathing shallowed unintentionally, and my eyes closed, feeling the pain radiate through my body. "Damn! Stay with me, keep awake!" He said urgently, taking me into his arms. "PAARTHURNAX!" He called, his red eyes wide with worry.
"My armor, get it off!" I said weakly, trying to unclasp the metal. It was getting heavier and heavier, making it even harder to breathe. His hands swatted mine away from the clasp.
"You can't, not without removing the dagger." He protested. I groaned in pain as he shifted me.
"I don't care, I can't breathe!" I whined, trying to move past his hands to the release. I could practically hear him debate wether or not to get the dagger out of me. Suddenly Paarthurnax landed in his human form.
"What happened? Alduin, I told you this was a bad idea!" He growled.
"We need to get him back to castle!" Alduin hissed, then looked across to the unconscious blonde. "Her too. But I don't know if I want to risk moving him. Her daggers were enchanted, but with what, I don't know, but I….I'm…" Alduin couldn't finish. My eyes drifted closed. "Hey!" He called but he sounded far away. I knew what the dagger that was still lodged in me was enchanted with life drain.
"Li-life drain." I said weakly, Alduin had leaned down so he could hear me.
"DAMN!" He cursed. "We have to take it out." He hissed. I could feel the dagger shift ever so slightly as Alduin gripped the handle. I braced for the pain of removal, but it never came. "I can't do it." He whispered through clenched teeth, releasing the handle. My vision started to blacken.
"Alduin, I can take the girl. You take him, keep him awake."
ALDUIN P.O.V.
My heart pounded uncontrollably. He could die if I don't him help. But I didn't know what to do! Should I risk him bleeding out by pulling out the dagger, or should I keep it in, letting it slowly drain his life away while I flew to Castle?
An unfamiliar burning sensation hurt my eyes, along with a wetness that fell to my cheeks. I then understood I was crying, such a mortal thing to do, but I couldn't find it in myself to care.
"Alduin…are you…?" Paarthurnax asked.
"I don't know what to do." I whispered fearfully, Vincent looking up at me with unseeing eyes.
"Alduin, I have an idea." He said suddenly, gripping the dagger's hilt. "When I remove this, we need to get his armor off and get bandages to at least slow the bleeding." Then he pulled the dagger out. I somehow managed to unclasp the chest plate and rip his shirt to wrap around his wounds, Vincent seemed unable to make any sound. I didn't see the second wound until the armor was removed, and it angered me more.
"Now we need to get him to Castle, quickly. I'll take her, you get him and go on ahead." Paarthurnax said, standing up. I put the chest plate in Vincent's inventory, before gathering him up and taking to the sky, still in human form. I beat my wings furiously, hurtling towards Castle. Vincent kept trying to say something, but came out a mumbled mess. Finally I came in view of Castle. I shouted that I needed help, watching two fellow dragons came out to meet me.
They lead me through the corridors to the healing rooms. I snarled when Peloikiv, a dovah that was a little younger than Paarthurnax, tried to take Vincent from me, whose bleary eyes were on me. He was old enough to transform in human form, and had thankfully trained in human healing, but I didn't want to let go.
"Sire, we have to take him and care for him." Peloikiv said softly, then with a sigh he said, "Lay him down there."
I laid him down but stayed at his side. Peloikiv was tearing off the fabric and gazed at the wounds among his ribs, both were raw looking and black around the edges. I growled when I saw this, I wanted to kill something, or destroy a town or something, but I refuse to leave his side.
Peloikiv was spreading some kind of gel across the wounds, snapping the blank look in Vincent's eyes, making him hiss and curse under his breath.
"There's really nothing I can do for the blood loss, sire." He said solemnly.
"Can I sleep now?" Vincent croaked. He looked bad, he was a whole lot paler that he was before he went on the mountain, and his eyes looked drained of life. Peloikiv nodded to me.
"Yes, lokaal, you can sleep." I said, stroking his hair. He laid down and promptly passed out.
He did not wake up the next day, or the entire week after. The wounds did not get better. My temper was short and my anxiety was high, causing me to frequently pace. I haven't turned into my dovah form since he was wounded. I had Vincent moved to our bedchambers. I refused to leave the room, even for food, Paarthurnax had literally dragged me out of the room to get food.
When I came back, Akatosh was standing over Vincent's unmoving form.
cliffhanger…im srry. but it was getting over 2,000 words. hehe it's not a bad thing, but i don't want to give a long chapter and then the next ones seem short
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