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Everyone seemed to agree with my demand, so we continued. Naomasa began "Okay, we are going to start with the easier questions, what is your name?" He started. "I go by Ysmir," only to continue "what I was known as was Alduin, The World Eater," Erasure Head stepped forward. "What do you mean by 'World Eater'?" He narrowed his eyes as he questioned. I turned to him, before I sighed and continued, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Oh what a vague answer!
Arched eyebrows on everyone in the room. I sighed before speaking, "Geh, zu'u fent ful," my head rising to look at the mouse at the desk. "I am not of your world. I am of Nirn. Zu'u los gein do Akatosh, dii bormah, I am the first offspring of Akatosh, the head of the great divine, my father," I explained. "This is going to take a while, just so you know." All Might steps forward asking, "What is this language that you speak?" Knowing that everyone was wondering, "It is known as Dovahzul, the language of the dragons." Pride in my voice and on my face. The confusion still present in the room. "Now, I believe I have some explaining to do." Nezu nodded his head, signaling for me to begin. But I stopped, ''I think it would be better if I just show you," a grin on my face. My eyes shine brighter, scales forming on my face and body. I released a powerful roar, filled with pain and sorrow. I channeled my thu'um, a spell I remembered of showing one's memories. Soon everything fades to black.
*Our view changes to clouds passing and a beautiful blue sky. *Woosh!* A large black shape cuts through the clouds, heading to the continent of Tamriel. Quickly going over the warm sands of Elsweyr, then over Cyrodiil and their White Tower. A roar ripping from the large, sharp maw; traveling for miles. As if warning others of their presence.
The flapping of wings became harsher as the shape closes in on Skyrim. Red eyes scanning the ground for something specific, almost like hunting its prey. Releasing yet another roar as it closes in to a destination in mind. Travelling a couple of more miles, reaching the Jerall Mountains, south of a little village known and HELGEN. Roaring as they pass over, hearing humans and mortals begin to panic.
"What in Oblivion is that!" A man shouted. A woman's voice was heard next, "Sentries! What do you see?" The shape aggressively perch on a watch tower in the center of the town. Finally we now know what it was that flew across Tamriel. "DRAGON!" Another woman shouted as she made to move to be away from what would soon be a slaughter.
*BOOM* A wordless thu'um broke through the air, shifting the sky, changing the color of blood. Balls of fire rained from the heavens, crashing and burning the ground around them. Looking down at the man on the chopping block, only fear was etched on to his face. Fus Ro Dah An invisible force aggressively threw a headsman and a few soldiers, but seemed to stun the man at the block. He stumbled around, until another man caught his attention and lead him away.
The black dragon turned to follow the men, latching onto the tower and broke through, by slamming it's head through the side of the stone wall. Yul Toor Shul a large stream of fire flew from the maw of the dragon, killing a different man. The dragon took off again and let loose another roar and stream of fire.
Smoke, fire, and screams of terror rose to the sky. A young boy sat in the middle of the pathway. "Haming! You need to get over here now!" A young soldier called put to the boy. The dragon let loose a stream of fire. Pain erupted through the heart of this dragon, for their actions were not their own. Tears gleamed in the dragon's eyes at potential harm that they are doing to this innocent people. Taking off to the sky yet again, the dragon circled until landing onto a wall and burned a battle mage. Quickly taking to the air again and circling around, grabbing an archer off of a walkway, only to drop him from extreme heights.
The pain in the dragon's heart only increased as the screams were silenced for forever. The dragon then seemed to change, it shook their head, tears dripped from it's scaled face as it finally took in the destruction it had caused.
It took to the heaven winds to the one place they know, where their only blood relative would be. The Throat of the World, the highest mountain peak in all of Tamriel. Pumping their wings harder and faster trying to get to that peak. After flying over Riverwood and east of Whiterun Hold, they climbed in altitude. Passing over High Hrothgar and through the winds, and finally making it to their destination.
There perched on an old crumbling word wall, sat an aged dragon. His scales, as if they were made of bronze, dulled by age and weather. His bowed head rising from his slumber to see what the commotion was about, only to see his sister, harshly land in the snow. She seemed to collapse only after landing, sobs and sorrowful wails wrecked through her black body.
"Briinah, what has happened?"(Sister) The elder dragon spoke as he approached his sister, who was on the ground. "Paarthurnax! Zeymah, he still controls me!"(Brother) She shouted to him, sobbing as she does so. Exhaustion washes over the black dragon and she soon is consumed by darkness. Soon the spell wears off and we are back in the office at U.A..