The Tale of Zooryuvokogan
Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim or anything involved with it.
I release Nonvul's hand and look to the sky. It's a forever swirling sunset. Then I look around me and see stones of the ancients. Nonvul runs ahead and I follow behind him. We encounter a Stormcloak Soldier's soul and he talks about the mist and The Hall of Valor. Nonvul runs head on into the fog, clearing it with his shouting. I thank the soul and run after him.
We reach the Hall of Valor and a large figure greets us. "Can we go into the Hall of Valor?" I ask and the giant guard starts to speak.
"This is Tsun. If we want to get in, we have to defeat him in his trial." Nonvul speaks as if he knows the man. All nords know the story of the hero Tsun but Nonvul seems like he knows it by heart. "We are Dragonborn, here to gain admittance to the Hall."
"It has been long since I've faced a doom driven Dragonborn. Longer so since two. Honor demands that I see if you are worthy." Then Tsun attacks us. He shouts at Nonvul and he is sent flying. Tsun grabs his axe and I know that I am next. I head for the mountain and climb the rocks without falling. Tsun has trouble climbing the rocks and Nonvul returns, he shouts at Tsun but the great man only staggers.
I shoot at him with my bow and Nonvul attacks him from the ground. This seems like a life or death situation so I fire faster and head down to the ground to fight. I shout at him with Fire Breath and he finally yields. "You both are worthy. Go ahead." Tsun grants us permission and we head into the Hall. Ysgramor greets us.
"Welcome Dragonborn! The Heroes are awaiting words from both of you to unleash their fury." Ysygramor shows us to the heroes Paarthurnax trained. Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, Hakon One-Eye, and Felldir The Old.
"The World Eater fears you both. We must clear the mist and bring him to battle!" They all join in agreement and draw their weapons and head out the door.
"Well that was straightforward." I say and we too head out the door with our weapons drawn. We are careful not to fall off the bone bridge and make it to the path.
"Unleash your Clear Skies shout to dispel the mist!" One of them yells to us and we do it at the same time. The mist disappears but reappears quickly. We do it again and hear protest from Alduin. The mist is back and we shout once more. Alduin approaches as the realm is cleared of its mist. He yells at us and taunts us in his dragon tongue. Then he attacks. He summons his storm of fire and falling rocks and we attack.
Nonvul and I switch off using Dragonrend and bring Alduin back to the ground. He is a tough opponent, even stronger than before. Our weapons and Dragonrend seem to be his only weakness. We attack him full force and finally, the World Eater is dead. His body starts to combust and form cracks that look like molten lava. Alduin's bones fall from his body and he shouts at us. The noise is really loud so I cover my ears.
Alduin's doom continues and he stands on his hind legs, then his black body starts to form holes. His form turns a bright yellow and then he explodes. We don't receive his soul which worries us. Ashes of Alduin scatter and disappear. The heroes congratulate us and Tsun walks over to us.
"They will sing of this battle in Sovngarde forever. I can send you both back to the living world when you feel ready." Tsun teaches us a shout that can summon the soul of one of the three heroes to fight with us when we need them. We converse with both the heroes and Tsun before we ask to go back. He shouts at us and just like that, we are at the top of the Throat of the World.
Dragons are everywhere and they surround us. One by one, they fly off and roar for their lost leader. The mourning continues and soon, only Paarthurnax and Odahviing are left. Paarthurnax seems sad because of this victory. We learn that Alduin was his older brother and we console him the best we can.
Odahviing sticks his giant dragon face and toothy grin into our space. "I will serve both of you. If you need me, just shout and I will come if I can." Then he takes off like the rest of the dragons did and Paarthurnax follows. The mountain becomes quiet and Nonvul breaks the silence with a fart.
"Ugh. Really? At a time like this?" I complain and scoot away from him. He smiles a childish grin and we head back down the mountain to High Hrothgar. Arngeir greats us and brings us inside.
"So the World Eater is dead?" He asks and Nonvul responds for the both of us.
"Yes, but the only problem is that we didn't receive his soul. Do you think he will come back?"
"The answer is not mine to know but maybe in the future. We can truly never get rid of something even though you might think so. There may be a time when you are called back to dispose of him but for now, it is unknown." Arngeir releases his knowledge and insightfulness upon us and we feel a bit better.
Both Nonvul and I head out the doors and down the mountain side. I put my hood back on and see the town of Ivarsted plastered with posters of my face. They still want to arrest me. "Looks like I need a new outfit." I chuckle and we head back down to Whiterun. Before we get even half way, a Stormcloak courtier runs up to me and hands me a letter. I read it and start to run.
Nonvul uses the Whirlwind Shout to catch up with me and I stop. What's wrong?" He holds my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. I don't feel like talking but I don't think he'll let me out of his grasp if I don't.
"I am needed by my father's side in the war. You might as well join your own side." I shove his hands off me and start to run again.
"I will join my own side! The Imperials will win Skyrim for the Empire!" Nonvul shouts to me as I run. Funny how fast someone can change. Kind of like a wolf in a trap. Scared and willing to do whatever to be free. But once you set it free, it will kill you without a second thought. I change into my dragon form and fly to Windhelm where I change back to my human form in the same place as before. I trek the wilderness again and head into the city from the docks.
I enter the Palace of Kings and run straight to the war room. Galmar is sitting in a chair with his arm in a sling and my father is looming over a map. His eyes are droopy and it looks like he hasn't slept for days. "We lost a lot of good men a few days ago. The Imperials came in hundreds and attacked. We secured the Reach and the Rift with much bloodshed."
"You need to get ready for war. The battle has begun." Galmar gets up and stabs the table with a dagger. It is pointed at Whiterun Hold.
"We need a larger army. How many men are alive and able bodied to fight?" I say as I pace around the table. "You," I point at my father. "go to bed. You need sleep. I'll make a plan with Galmar." Ulfric reluctantly agrees and heads up stairs to his room. I turn to Galmar for the answer.
"Right now, I can get you 100 men for a siege on Whiterun. We will have catapults at one end of the city and the men will start from there." Galmar looks over the map as I do and unfolds his plan.
"How many are wounded?"
"Too many to count."
"They're in the infirmary correct?"
"Yes."
"Give me a day and we will have twice as many soldiers."
"Get going then girl!"
I run for the infirmary and see almost 600 men on the brink of death. They moan and groan as only three healers run around with bandages and healing hands. Some have lost limbs. Some have lost eyes. I feel horrible for my people and start right away. The soldiers seem to perk up at my presence as I heal them two at a time. It is tiring work but by the end of the day, almost all of them are ready to fight. As I promised 200 more soldiers get ready for the siege but I tell them to stay here for back up.
"So what I was thinking was we tear down the barricades and storm the city. We have to lower the drawbridge and then we will begin the siege. There are bound to be Imperials and we must act quickly." I yawn and continue. Sleeping was one of my favorite things but it seems I haven't done it in two days. "We need our men to go after take run out of catapult shots or the forces within the city attack."
Ulfric comes down the stairs, ready for action. "You," he points at me and turns me around. "go to bed. When you wake up, you'll find some new armor. Put it on and meet Galmar at Whiterun. Don't sleep too late or you'll miss it." I climb up the stairs groggily and fall into my bed. Once my head hits the pillow, sleep drags me under.
I wake ten hours later. The new armor is on my desk as promised. It isn't regular Stormcloak armor but has the symbols and colors. I put it on and it is a mix between heavy and light armor. Underneath the tightly woven fabric on the outside is a thinned layer of steel and ebony. It must have cost a fortune and taken forever to make. I wear it proudly and head outside where the sun is rising. The army hasn't left and I join them. I go to the front with Galmar and we head to Whiterun.
Along the way, there are attacks from animals and a dragon. We deal with them as a team but lose about one tenth of the army. Finally, we reach Whiterun and make camp on the outskirts of the city. After an our of rest and preparation, we start the catapults and start our attack. As expected, Imperials are here and they slash at our army. We start to win but our luck goes down the drain. The Imperials have a secret weapon and not just any plain weapon. It's Nonvul. In dragon form.
Author's Note:
Man, I love this story. I also like Shamrock Shakes. I don't own this name. Haha. This is going to be fun. Mwahahahaha! Okay, so I know these armor options are able to be made but this is a story. Not a game guide.