Again, Thank you Arbiter826 for Pm'ing me the idea (and don't be afraid to, i don't bite people i like). I told you it would take a while but here it is.

Vincent's P.O.V

I blinked awake as the darkness pressed on my eyes. I tried to sit up, but Alduin's wing prevented it, tightening around me. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to remember why I woke up, when a sharp tug in my chest snapped me into full awareness. I wiggled out of Alduin's protective hold and got out of bed, going out the passage way and sitting at the mouth of the cave. The cool night air sent shivers down my spine, but the tug made me want to throw myself out there…to protect something. All I want to protect, however, was back through the cave I was sitting in, all in the same room. The only thing I would consider was my Mother, but she was safe with my "father" and brother.

I ignored the tug as it pulled again and went back into Alduin's arms, just as he opened his bleary red eyes to see why I wasn't there. I tucked myself back against him and let sleep claim me once more.

Izaak's POV

I helped Mother off the carriage, holding her hand tightly as she stepped down. I gave a few coins to the Driver, trying not to look at the amount left, which should be plenty enough for the journey.

The house was destroyed. I didn't even fully know what happened, only my Mother's shrieks waking me in the night. I, at first, didn't think much of it, her and father had been getting in a lot of fights since Vincent left.

She screamed at him for hours after her eldest left (on the back of a dragon!), and Father said nothing, letting her vent her anger. Then he said that the "boy" wasn't a son of his.

I tried, but Vincent didn't let me, to explain that I didn't want to become an adventurer, but Dad had to have his favorite son a famous adventurer. Vincent's anger filled, glowing eyes were still etched in my mind, and I doubt they ever will fade.

Anyway, Mother was screaming, and of course I didn't think anything of it, until I smelled the smoke. The house was up in flames. I jerked out of bed, somehow managing to throw on an outfit and going to my mother, sobbing over the body of Father. I had to drag her away from the scene, before the roof collapsed, which it did moments after we'd left the site.

I looked at Mother's dazed look, the same look on her face ever since the fire. I signed, pulling her down the road, letting her find her own pace. Mother didn't seem to know what was going on, but I think she did, just needed time to deal with it.

We stopped at an inn, entering Whiterun mere minutes ago. "Do you know a man named Vincent?" I asked the woman behind the counter. When my brother's name was sounded, the entire inn, which was warm and filled with chatter, went dead silent, all staring at me.

"Why do you want to know about Lord Vincent?"

I blinked at the 'Lord' part, but mentally shrugged, "He's my brother." The murmuring began again, but hushed. I could somehow feel it was about me.

The woman's eyes widened, dropping the quill she was holding. "Are you sure? Lord Vincent is your brother?"

"Yes, his younger brother. I'm here with our mother." The woman paled. "But we're not from around here, and my brother wasn't exactly happy with our father when he left to give us a location on where he was staying. So I was hoping you could help."

She bit her lip, a strange look in her eye, as if she was suddenly afraid of me. "I will arrange for a carriage to take you to Lord Alduin and Lord Vincent's castle in the morning. Here, I'll let you stay in a room, we will place another bed in the room for your mother or yourself, and you will go to the Skyrim Castle on the marrow." She said, waving a beefy looking man over to her. "Until then, eat, warm yourself by the fire. I'll get you when your room is ready."

A pretty redguard woman suddenly came out of the kitchens, carrying a tray of food, enough for both of us, and ushered us to an empty table. After that, I stayed at the table with mother, whilst still slightly unbelieving of what just happened.

Father had kept saying that Vincent was a weak woman trapped in a man's body. I didn't ever believe him, as I've never seen it, but after Vincent disappeared, and came back… then I saw it. The way he swung his hips, the curve of his hips. How slender and pretty he was. I finally realized why Father was so hard on him. Father wanted a son as his first child, but apparently Vincent was simply a daughter in his father's eyes. I didn't blame Vincent for what he did now, as it all made sense. It didn't help Vincent's case, however, that he was wearing jewelry, something Father thought wasn't meant for guys, especially circlets, and Vincent had a shining gold band with blood red stones engraved in it.

However, the beauty of my brother heightened, yet ended when Father said that he was to come back and take care of the farm. His glowing eyes lit up farther, narrowing, his pupils becoming slits. For a spit moment, I was rendered speechless….and couldn't force myself to speak, muchness move, when he turned that gaze on me.

Vincent then stepped back and shouted, a red mist springing from his mouth and high into the sky. I was further shocked when a dragon dropped down, lowering his massive head, allowing Vincent to climb on in a graceful sweep of his legs.

I shook out of my thoughts when the bartender came up, motioning for us to follow her into the room they set up for us. Mom claimed the bed by the window, staring out with a soft, distant smile on her lips. I curled up on the other, facing her. My eyes stung and I let them slip close, falling close to unconsciousness.

But then there was a sharp pain shooting through the back of my skull, and as I was blacking out, I vaguely heard a struggle, ending with a dull thud. The movement under me made me sick when I awoke. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. My stomach churned and my head spun, the air suddenly becoming too hot to stay still in. I tried to move, but found my arms tied behind my back, along with my legs being bound. I then forced myself up to my knees as panic set in for Mother. My eyes snapped open, darting from side to side, taking in my surroundings. I sighed in relief when I spotted her, a little to my right only her arms bound. She wasn't hurt, thankfully, but she was still out cold, her graying hair falling in front of her eyes. I moved to get closer to her, only to have the chains around my legs to stop any movement.

I fell back when the chain was jerked, forcing me back on the rocking ground. I spun my head around and saw a tall male in strange clothing, with a creepy mask, that had a…a…web design. There wasn't room for the mouth nor the eyes, making me wonder how did this man see what was going on around him.

The clothing and mask hid anything that might've told me anything about who this was, and why he had us chained up, other than it was a man. He was tall, and that was the only detail I could give. The fabric was placed weird, making the shape of his body incomprehensible.

"What do you want?" I asked, flinching mentally when my voice cracked.

"The one who tells lies, saying that he is the dragonborn." My eyes widened, his voice was dead, as in there was no emotion to it.

A woman stepped up beside him. "Miraak is the one and only Dragonborn."

My (very) late Christmas Present ^.^ i couldn't help it tho, as I haven't had internet for two weeks T^T