Location: Skuldafn
26th of Rain's Hand
1:08pm

"WOOOOOOO HOOOOOO! THIS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD! I DON'T EVER WANT TO GET DOWN!"

"Yol… TOOR SHUL!" Odahviing used the Shout 'Fire Breath' on the Draugrs on guard. Skuldafn temple was on the other side of this stony location that Odahviing had brought her to. This place was full of rock walls, had a little lake, and of course, and many Draugrs. The only thing that could add to this was a dragon.

"FO!" Odahviing was taken aback by that frost attack. A yellow-orange one roared in defiance and took flight.

"Don't take that, Hunter! Come on! Let's go!" Kayleigh ordered.

Despite not being used to taking orders from a mortal, they had to work together for this battle. Odahviing shook the effects of the Frost Breath Shout. He followed the yellow-orange dragon and tried to get within attacking range.

"Joor… ZAH FRUL!" Kayleigh shouted, and the Dragonrend Shout collided with the dragon.

It let out a pained shrill and attempted to fly on but to no avail. It had no choice but to land on the lake; the effects of the Shout encasing him.

"You ready?" Kayleigh asked, hanging on to her dear life.

Odahviing hovered over the grounded dragon. Together, he and Kayleigh shouted, "Yol… TOOR SHUL!"

The dragon roared and shrieked in pain as the fire encased it. "Nid!" It begged for its life. Nevertheless, the fire took it and left the dragon dead. Its scales started to 'burn' and soon, it was left in bones as Kayleigh absorbed its soul.

"That… was pretty good." She said in a short breaths, impressed by the combination of their power.

"Agreed," Odahviing then settled down on one of the walls and lowered his head for her to get down. "And this is as far as I can take you, unfortunately. Krif voth ahkrin. I will look for your return… or Alduin's."

Kayleigh huffed as she got off. "Once again, thanks for the confidence."

"And you are welcome, once again."

She could not help but smirk. "Thanks, Hunter, but I will return. You can count on it. This Dovahkiin is not going anywhere."

Odahviing chuckled deeply and Kayleigh could feel the vibrations from his laugh in her chest. "Brit bron, you continue to amuse me. Maybe I do have the confidence that you will return. Maybe." So saying, he took flight, and flew into the skies.

Brit bron… beautiful Nord, eh? Kayleigh smirked. The lady dragons must've loved you.

Location: Portal to Sovngarde

After fighting yet another dragon, learning a Word of Power called "Storm Call" inside the Temple, and fighting lots and lots of Draugrs, she finally reached the Portal to Sovngarde. At the top of the Temple, there a beam of white light that seemed to pass through the skies.

Not only that… someone was there. Kayleigh only saw his back, as he made his way to what looked like a staff. He had a torn and tattered cloak on. Once he took the staff from its seal, the beam of light dispersed and he turned around to reveal himself.

"Oh… my… Talos…"

The Dragon Priest let out a screech.

Unhooking her Mace of Molag Bal, she charged for the Dragon Priest. He countered with a Lightning Bolt spell, which sent Kayleigh flying down the steps. She landed on her back with a grunt.

"Ow…!" She sat upright, and saw the Dragon Priest look over her from the top of the steps. He casted the Ebonyflesh Alteration spell on himself and screeched again.

"That's how you want to play it? FINE!" Getting up, she summoned a Flame Atronach and equipped the Firebolt and Ice Spike spells in her hands. As her Flame Atronach tried to distract the Dragon Priest by attacking him from the back, Kayleigh fired Firebolts and Ice Spikes as fast as she could, not wanting to give the Dragon Priest any time to retaliate.

The Dragon Priest screeched, nearly deafening Kayleigh. This time, she tried to strike him with her mace, but he blocked the attack with his staff. For that split second, Kayleigh got a look of the face of the Dragon Priest: he was wearing a grey-colored mask. Ugly.

He shrieked again.

"You're damn ugly!" With all he strength, she pushed the Dragon Priest back and shouted, "Fo… KRAH DIIN!"

The Dragon Priest screamed, suffering from the effects of the Frost Breath Shout. Kayleigh took this opportunity to strike him in the face with her mace. Originally levitating a few feet from the ground, he fell to his knees. With both her hands on the mace, she brought it down on his neck.

The Dragon Priest fell to the ground, dead.

"And… stay… dead…" She panted, attempting to catch her breath. "Dear Gods… what are you? Doesn't matter now. You're dead. That's all I care about..." She knelt down and picked up the staff he had taken from the seal. She inspected it: the top of the staff resembled what looked like the head of dragon. She looked at the dead Dragon Priest again. This time, she picked up his mask: it was grey in color and had a very ugly face craving, according to Kayleigh. She stuffed it into her satchel. "Let's see if this can tell me something about you."

Obtaining the staff, she walked over to the seal. Kayleigh had the feeling that she was being watched. But why who? She looked up at the skies…

… a lone dragon sat upon one of the towers of the temple.

Kayleigh gulped. The dragon stared at her with killer eyes. She was not intimidated, but having a dragon look at you dead in the eye was a little creepy. She ignored the beast and hoped that now until she entered Sovngarde, it would not attack her. Kayleigh placed the staff on the seal.

The beam of light returned. The ground it was rising from separated like jigsaw puzzles. Was this the portal to Sovngarde? It definitely looked like it led to somewhere. And that somewhere could be Sovngarde.

There was only one way to find out.

Location: Sovngarde

Kayleigh opened her eyes and was greeted with a pleasant sight: the sky was a stunning mixture of red, pink, blue, and purple. She sat up, shook her head and realized that she was surrounded by mist.

Mist? Why should there be mist in a beautiful place like Sovngarde?

Kayleigh got onto her feet and began to walk along the path. The mist, however, was too thick. "Lok!" She shouted. "Lok!" The first Word of Power of 'Clear Skies' dispersed the mist and allowed her to walk along the path to… wherever it was supposed to take her. "Lok!" Above her, she could hear Alduin's roars. He was here after all. But how was she going to fight him in this mist? "Lok!"

When the latest Shout dispersed the mist, a Stormcloak soldier revealed himself to her. He looked dazed… and terrified.

"Turn back, traveler! Terror waits in this mist!" He warned.

A lost soul in Sovngarde. He can't find his way to Shor's Hall. "Don't worry, soldier. I'm not afraid. This mist… what is it?"

"I... I don't know… but none have passed through…" He said gloomily. "Alduin, his hunger insatiable, hunts the lost soul within this shadowed valley," He trembled as he spoke. "Can you lead the way to where Shor's Hall waits, beckoning us on to welcome long sought?"

"Sure. Shor's Hall is at the end of this valley, I believe. Come with me. I can lead us there."

"I will try to hold to your hopeful purpose. Quickly! Before this encompassing fog once more snares in the World-Eater's net!"

Alright, so I'm heading to Shor's Hall. "Come on," She took the lead. "Lok!"

Kayleigh decided to pick up her pace. She was vulnerable out here, what with Alduin flying high above her. She tried to concentrate on dispersing the mist from her path and making her way to Shor's Hall. "Lok!"

But the next thing she knew, something swooped down and flew past her back. She turned around, Firebolt spells in both her palms… the Stormcloak soldier was nowhere to be found.

Above her, Alduin roared yet again.

She glanced up. "Bastard…"

She took a breath deep, and pressed on. "Lok!"

Finally, she reached what was a large rectangular building. Shor's Hall. And connecting it to the land she stood on was a bridge… made of Dragon Bones.

Interesting.

Guarding the Dragon Bone bridge, was a rather tall Nord, wearing topless iron armor. Kayleigh took slow steps to him, eyes enlarged. "Talos…"

"What brings you, wayfarer grim, to wander here, in Sovngarde, souls-end, Shor's gift to honored dead?" He asked, speaking in an accented deep voice.

She continued to stare at him, stretching her neck upwards. "You… are tall…" She commented.

"A fine observation," He said. "Who are you? It is not advisable for the living to wander Sovngarde."

"My name is Kayleigh Bennett. I seek entrance into Shor's Hall. Who are you?" She questioned.

"I am Tsun, shield-thane to Shor. The Whalebone Bridge he bade me guard and winnow all those souls whose heroic end sent them here, to Shor's Hall, where welcome, well-earned, awaits those I judge fit to join that fellowship of honor," He explained in full detail. "But no shade are you, as usually here passes, but living, you dare the land of the dead. Why what right do you request entry?" He demanded to know.

He guards this Hall with integrity. "By the right of birth: I… am Dragonborn, and I'm here to pursue Alduin, the World-Eater."

"Ah!" He sounded pleased to hear this. "It's been too long since last I faced a doom-driven hero of the dragon blood."

"I'm just here, because the lizard was too afraid to continue to face me after I weakened him. I'm here to bring him down and destroy him," She citied strongly. "And I think the only way I can do that is by entering Shor's Hall and finding my answer."

For a moment, he thought about what she said. "Living or dead, by decree of Shor, none may pass this perilous bridge until I judge them worthy by the warrior's test." He unhooked the Ancient Nord Battle Axe from his back.

Kayleigh took a step back and unhooked her Mace of Molag Bal. "If this is what I must do."

Tsun charged for her, and she blocked the attack with her Mace. She was strong, no doubt, but Tsun was proving to be stronger. She pulled away, giving her a short time to breath. He came for her again and she blocked the attack. With all her strength, she pushed him back. She attempted to strike him but he blocked her attack this time. And since he was stronger, he pushed her back. Kayleigh staggered, but stood her ground.

To her surprise, he sheathed the Battle Axe. "You fought well." He said with a smile.

"I was actually debating whether or not to strike you with the Mace..." She sheathed her weapon and smiled as well. "I mean, I didn't want to hurt you or anything…"

"You could have. You just couldn't. I find you worthy," He stood aside, allowing her to use the Dragon Born bridge. "It has been long since one of the living has entered here. May Shor's favor follow you and your errand." He wished.

"I thank you, Tsun. Shor bless you."

A/N: Somehow, I don't feel like this chapter is up to standard :(