Chapter Two: Dragonborn/Dovahkiin's P.O.V
"Again," I ordered.
Odahviing's human form was hunched over panting. His pitch black hair falling from its halfway pin up and dangled in front of his cyan eyes in tangled strands of sweat. The dragon bone great sword laid next to him as cuts trickles in blood and bruises began to form. Farkas was on the other side, perfectly unscathed. Odahviing's pale white skin rippled over his tight muscles in his legs, arms and chest. He appeared to be every woman's dream husband. A woman could practically trail her finger tips over every inch of his skin and feel every tendon and ligament, dow to the v of his pelvis that disappeared beneath his training breeches.
It had only been since last night had I been held by him and that I missed it tremendously. My Amulet of Mara rested against my breast as I wore my Blades gown. The collar cut straight across my shoulders as fur bordered the edges as well as my cuffs and the hem of my dress. The long sleeves passing my hands and engulfing them as the corset cinched my waist. The design of the dress was a bunch of swirls and swords pointing down to the hem of the skirt. All in a mixture of whites, greys, and black with a dash of jade green.
Odahviing once again picked up his sword as he wrapped his other hand on the hilt. Farkas readied himself again in a fighting stance. Till I heard a shriek within Skyhaven Temple. Quickly I pivoted and ran inside the temple as I flew down the stairs that wrapped around Alduin's wall.
"Where is the Listener?!"
I grinned to myself as I slowed down.
"The Listener?! By the Eight, you mean to tell me that my Guild Master is the leader of misfits," exclaimed a thickly accented voice.
Okay, there is Cicero and Brynjolf, who else is here, I asked myself.
"Nazir, pick me up... I'm tired," complained a child like voice.
"Quiet you she devil," growled a middle aged man.
"Would you stop bickering," snapped an elderly man.
Finally I rounded the corner with Odahviing on my heels to find other members of the Guilds gathered around Delphine and Esbern.
"Is there something you have failed to inform us of Dragonborn," huffed Esbern.
I made it past the last step as I came to a hault causing Odahviing to ram into my back. I staggered forward slightly before I fell Odahviing caught me and pulled me to him causing my back to hit his chest with a soft thud. I looked over my shoulder up at him as he just smiled down at me in reassurance. Finally my eyes met the crowd.
Tolfdir, Brynjolf, Nazir, Babbette and Cicero stood there waiting for my attendance. Farkas and Vilkas joined the rest of them with questioning looks of their own.
Sighing I escaped Odahviing's arms and stood in the center of the crowd.
"Yes I am the Dragonborn, the Dovahkiin, slayer of Alduin the World Eater. And yes I am the leader of the Blades. I am the Listener, the assassin that killed Titus Meade and helped the Dark Brotherhood rise back up to the head of the food chain. I am the Master Thief of the Thieves Guild, who delved into Dwarven ruins under the guidance of Nocturnal. But came out richer than ever with the eyes of the Falmer. I am the Arch Mage and I have more then proven that mages can be more then trusted. As a Companion, I have risen to become the Harbinger
"So now all of you know who exactly I am. No more secrets or lies. You either will accept me and my loyalties to all of you or leave the Guild that you have so loyally pledged your allegiance to," I preached, folding my arms below my breasts as I took a defensive pose.
Every single one of them looked at each other till Babbette finally came up and wrapped her little ancient arms around me.
"I'm just glad your safe, Scout," she said as she burned her head in my torso.
I draped my arms over the little vampire's shoulders as I looked at everyone.
"Lass, not everyone is a saint. I don't care what other lives you lead as long as the Thieves Guild thrives and your alive," Brynjolf stated with a smile.
"Thanks Bryn," I murmured.
Tolfdir stepped foward, "I'm with the young man. As long as you attend to the College and you are alive that's all that matters."
I looked over to Farkas and Vilkas whom simply smiled in agreement. Finally I turned to face the Blades with Delphine and Esbern at the front.
"What say you," Odahviing seethed, before I could say anything.
Odahviing ventured foward and came toe to toe with the Blades as he stood in front of me an Babbette as a shield. I loosely let go of Babbette and nudged her towards Cicero and Nazir. I strode to stand bu Odahviing whose cyan eyes glowed with piercing defiance. The scarred pattern on his back glowing a fiery red.
"We cannot sway the Dragonborn's decision. As long as she lives, we don't care," Delphine stated, glaring back at Odahviing.
I heard a rumble as Odahviing growled in hatred. I moved in front of him as I placed my hands on his chest.
"Odahviing," I whispered.
He looked down at me and his eyes immediately softened. His eyes lost their bright glow but still contained their vibrance. Odahviing brought his hands up to frame my face.
"Krosis, Dovahkiin," he murmured, touching his forehead to mine.
I sighed breathing him in until I heard whispers an the shuffling of feet through the thick stone wall. Everyone began to look at each other as they pulled out their weapons. I grabbed Odahviing's hand as I rushed to my room while scooping up Babbette. We were being invaded.
"Nobody move till O get back," I ordered.
I pulled the lever leading to my room as I entered my chambers and sat Babbette on the bed. I walked over to the "Savior's Hide", newly repaired. I ripped off my corset and dress as I threw on my leather garments and then "Savior's Hide". I turned around to see Babbette piddling with her fingers and Odahviing staring at the ground red faced. I strapped the Blade of Woe to my thigh, and attached the quiver of glass arrows to my back along with the Nightengale Bow.
"I can fight, Sister," Babbette whined.
I kissed the vampire's forehead and said, "My little she devil... you may be strong to take down any normal person within Skyrim but not against an unknown enemy whose strengths are also unknown."
"May Sithis watch over you, Listener."
I nodded to Odahviing to follow me. We walked back down the hallway as I punched the button causing the room to vanish from sight. Finally I stopped and turned to face Odahviing.
"I need you to turn back into a dragon."
Odahviing stared at me dumbfounded then stated, "Dovahkiin, I have no knowledge of how to do that."
I sighed in frustration as I grabbed a war axe and shoved it into his hands.
"Then you better start fighting like a human."
I pivoted around to start walking back towards the awaiting group I drew the Nightengale Bow as I pointed to Bryn and Cicero to follow me. We walked down the hall that led to the Blood Seal. I crouched down in a sneaking position.
"Be careful," Esbern hissed, causing it to echo down the hallway.
I breathed in as I gently pushed the door open and crept to the ledge, to discover the cavern below me to be full of Thalmor agents as they tried to figure out the first puzzle. I pulled away from the ledge with my eyes wide.
"By the Divines," I gasped.
"Erm... Listener, may I be so kind to make a suggestion? Hehe," chuckled Cicero darkly.
I looked over at Cicero whose wicked smile and the sparkle in his eyes only meant one thing. Slaughter. I shook my head at Cicero as I pivoted and snuck back to the door. I silently closed the door behind us and rushed toward the group.
"Odahviing go get Babbette," I ordered as I added, "The Thalmor are here."
Odahviing turned and rushed down the hallways as Delphine paled. Soon Odahviing came back with a sleeping Babbette cradled in his arms. He handed her over to Cicero who held her while humming his strange, sadistic hum.
"We've got to scale down the side of the courtyard. It's our best chance to escape," I stated, tightening my quiver strap.
Everyone nodded towards me as Cicero prodded Babbette awake.
"Wakey-wakey, dear," he cooed gently.
I turned around to face Odahviing as he gazed at me with worry. I padded my way over to him as I rested my hands on his chest as he wrapped his own hands around mine, engulfing them.
"What's wrong?"
Odahviing looked down at me with his dull, sad eyes.
"I am afraid for the first time in my life, Dovahkiin."
"Of what," I whispered.
"That I will not be able to protect you," he replied.
I leaned against Odahviing with my forehead against his chest as he rested his lips upon my crown.
"Zu Asll Hiu, Dovahkiin," Odahviing whispered, as his body quivered in fear.
I pulled away to look up Odahviing as I saw him gazing down at me. Slowly he leaned in as he cupped my face and kissed me. Our lips gently danced together as our heart beats sped up. Finally I pulled away letting out a strand of very visible breath. I looked upon Odahviing with a smile as he smiled back with a chuckle.
"Winged Snow Hunter.. can't help it," he chuckled, his hands still holding my face.
"What did you say to me in the Dragon Tongue? Before you kissed me," I questioned.
Odahviing smiled meekly, "Drem, Scout. All in good time."
I bit my tongue back forcing myself not to argue as I nodded. Turning back to the group who stood there with patience. I motioned my head for everyone to follow me as I made my way to the courtyard doors. Without thinking of being cautious, I opened the door to find the Thalmor already scaling over the cliff with others poking at the chains that had recently trapped Odahviing.
"Thalmor," I screamed, as I drew my bow and knocked in a arrow.
I released it with a quick breath as it landed in between an agents eyes before they could all draw their weapons. I felt Babbette clutch onto me as I kept drawing arrows as she launched ice spikes at the Thalmor. Cicero and Nazir fought back to back as the little jester's duel blades cut through the air like it was nothing. Brynjolf and Tolfdir had teamed up, Brynjolf attacked and Tolfdir threw up ward after ward defending against the Thalmor's attacks. The twins fought side by side pushing the Thalmor off the cliff and lastly the Blades were spread out fighting one on one. Odahviing was shouting more Thalmor off the cliff.
That's when I heard the clicks of a crossbow, looking over I saw. Elenwyn aiming for Odahviing. To me, at that moment time seemed to freeze. I felt myself lunge foward as I shouted.
"Wuld Nah Kest!"
The wind rushed around me as I placed myself between the arrow and Odahviing. And with a sickening rip of flesh tore into my shoulder. Soon time seemed to speed back up. I felt my back hit the ground with a thud as I heard all of my titles at once. I felt an arm wrap underneath my shoulders as I was lifted up to see. Odahviing gazing down at me. His eyes glowing like they were earlier as he yanked out the arrow causing me to scream out in pain. I heard Elenwyn wail in pain as Babbette hissed. I tasted blood on my mouth as I looked at Odahviing.
"You have to change back and help them," I croaked.
"I don't know how Dragonborn," he murmured with the battle waging around us.
I readjusted my body away from him as I took a quick breath causing blood to ooze from my wound and shouted, "Mun Kotin Dovah!"
I looked up, pain gripping me, I listened to Odahviing's screams of agony become roars. Soon I felt the ground quake and shiver as I saw a massive red clawed wing land in front of me.
"I am Odahviing protector of the Dovahkiin, hear my roar of defiance," growled the dragon.
I heard the Thalmor drop their weapons and run away in cowardice as some even jumped off the ledge. Odahviing's face wrapped around to look into my eyes.
"Don't let the fires die, not now and not yet," he murmured as he took flight, as I closed my eyes.
I felt my head be lifted up and placed in someone's lap and when I opened my eyes I found a injured Babbette cradling me as the others flocked towards me as Odahviing unleashed hell fire onto the Thalmor. Babbette had a dagger injury to her side that was already healing as little tears streamed down her face as Cicero hovered over my wound.
"Everything will be ok, Listener, hmmm? You'll see," he mumbled, as his lips quivered.
Farkas and Vilkas leaned on one another as they were both covered in burns, and the Blades disposed of the fallen Thalmor. Tolfdir brought over a limping Brynjolf who had an arrow to the knee. While Nazir paced back and forth with a fresh gash above his brow. And Babbette just stroked my forehead and hummed.
Swallowing more blood I ordered, "Tell Odahviing to light up the entrance to Karthspire, the bastards are in there also."
Hearing my order, Nazir shouted up to Odahviing as he kept flying overhead. Tolfdir knelt by me and began the healing process.
"She is torn up bad, I'm surprised she hasn't bled out yet," the old man mumbled, as warmth flooded my shoulder.
"Yol Toor Shul!"
The shout echoed as the screams of the Thalmor collided along with it. We all heard the staggering of feet as we turned to see Elenwyn sway as a pool of blood matted against her face.
"You will pay for this Dragonborn! You will pay dearly," shrieked Elenwyn, as she jumped off the cliff.
Nazir rushed after her and cursed, "Bloody Altmer made it into the river and escaped."
Soon the beating of wings were heard as Odahviing landed near all of us while Delphine and Esbern kept their distance away from the beast. Once he landed, he hovered his head over me protectively. I swallowed thickly as I raised up my uninjured arm to touch the dragon's snout.
"Krosis, Dovahkiin... I was unable to protect you," Odahviing said, causing my hand to hum with the vibrations of his voice.
Tolfdir finally stopped healing as he gasped and flexed his hands, "I am no healer but that should help tremendously, not to mention speed up the healing process."
Letting my hand slide away from Odahviing's snout, Bryn and Cicero hauled me up to my feet as I let out a grunt of pain.
"I have to go to Cyrodiil," I stated, cradling my injured arm.
"Why lass," Brynjolf asked as Tolfdir healed his injuries.
I sighed as I looked towards Odahviing for guidance.
"She is a Septim," Odahviing said.
"How do you know," Esbern whispered, gazing at me in shock.
"When I was unconscious, Akatosh came to me with my ancestors. Martin Septim and the Hero of Kvatch had a hidden relation causing her to be with child. Hence the Septim blood line has been carried on through me. Akatosh and the Hero of Kvatch have both told me to go to the abandoned Wenyon Priory and within the walls is a chest that holds answers," I explained.
"Answers to what, Listener? Why would they give a dead drop to go to that contains information for a unknown reason," asked Nazir, as he stroked his goatee.
Before I could reply, Odahviing made a terrifying statement.
"The Dovahkiin is a portal for Mehrunes Dagon to attempt to come through to Tamriel."
I gaped at Odahviing as an uproar broke out among everyone.
"How do you know this," Vilkas asked Odahviing.
The dragon huffed in annoyance as he replied, "While I was being changed into a man, Akatosh told me."
"Then you lied to me," I breathed.
Odahviing turned to face me, "To protect you, Dovahkiin. You had enough to worry about with the Blades acting like children."
I looked at him knowing he was right but soon I felt his snout nudge me gently.
"Get your gear, Dovahkiin. We are going to Cyrodiil," Odahviing informed.
"We need to stop and get supplies in Falkreath," I stated.
-.-.-.-
I walked down the cobble stone streets of Falkreath and away from the woods where Odahviing was hidden away. Thalmor agents had a Falkreath guard on his knees as a woman and a child stood on the gallows surrounded by executioners. I pulled up my hood around my face as the sleeves covered up my hands as the front of my cloak started in a split at my belt revealing my many pouches and tight leather pants with straps criss crossing. My leather boots metal heels clicked loudly as a dagger on the insides of my boots rubbing against each other as I walked and the Blade of Woe strapped to my hip. And as always the Nightengale Bow accompanied with a quiver of glass arrows strapped to my back. I approached the trading store's door as the wind blew my hood back. I gasped as the cold nipped at my cheeks.
The guard who was on his knees met my eyes as his widened and he immediately whipped back around to face the Thalmor agents. Brushing the incident aside I entered the store.
"Greetings traveler! Please if you see anything you like, I will be more than happy to assist you," exclaimed the owner.
I smiled at the owner warmly as I began to browse the potions till I heard the quickness of feet.
"If I do this, will my family be released," asked a voice of a timid man.
Then I heard a pompous voice follow in reply, "Of course."
Before I had time to react, a torch was chucked through one of the windows and landed on the shop owner. Screams filled the shop as the owner ran around frantically as everything else soon caught fire. I snatched the bag of gold and jewels as I tied the pouch to my belt. I grabbed a knapsack off the shelf as smoke began to fill up the store. I coughed as I grabbed my face cover, attached to my hood, and pulled it over my face. Jerking the knapsack open I dumped as many potions off the shelf and into the knapsack as I could. I swapped out the Nightengale Bow with the knapsack as I pulled a few arrows from the quiver. I squinted my eyes as I approached the window closest to the gallows.
"You lying bastard! You said if I destroyed the Dragonborn, my family would be spared!"
I watched as the guard graveled at the Thalmor's feet and struggled against them. Finally I realized I had had enough. I leapt through the window, rolling on the ground into a crouch and sucked in a breath for a shout.
"Tiid Klo Ul!"
Time began to slow as I drew in a breath as I pulled back both the arrows knocked into place then released them as time began to speed back up. I watched as one arrow cut threw both the ropes and the other landing in the executioners chest. The executioner fell to the ground causing all the other Thalmor agents to turn towards me.
"Attack!"
All the Thalmor came at me in a wave as O kept my face down as I smirked at the ground. Throwing aside my bow, I threw each sides of my robe away at my hips as I quickly crouched down to retrieve my daggers, holding them to where the blades caressed the side of my voice. Standing up with both my daggers I drew in a breath for another shout.
"Su Grah Dun!"
Air soon snaked and slithered around my hand as it whistled off the edge of my blades. Two Thalmor approached me first as I ran up to one, slashing his throat causing a spray of ruby red blood to spatter my face. With a smirk I thrusted my other dagger up his ribs. Both of them fell to the ground as the air left hands. My head whipped around as I saw the commanding officer attempting to flee. I grabbed a knife off my belt as I aimed at the back of his calf. The knife struck true as he fell in agony.
"Gah, by the Eight," he growled.
I approached him slowly and silently as he tried clawing away as I hooked my boot under his chest and flipped him over.
"Why are the Thalmor trying to murder me," I hissed, getting down in his face as on one of my hands wrapped around his throat.
"Oh, look at this! The all might Dragonborn, hero of Skyrim and all of Tamriel, doesn't even realize the balance of power and allegiance is beginning to shift," he chuckled between gasps of air.
I gazed down at him in horror as I glared back and snarled, "What do you mean?! Tell Me?!"
"Not on your life," stated the Thalmor.
He quickly threw me off balance as he clutched an amulet that quickly sent strands of lightening throughout his body. His body fell limply to the ground as his eyes stared up lifelessly at me. Growling I began to search his body as I came across a leaf of papers. Pulling them from the body I saw the Thalmor Embassy seal. I leaned back down and ripped the knife I threw from the man's calf to use to break the seal. I opened the letter and my eyes widened in fear. The Thalmor are planning to take over Skyrim.
I ran over to the guard who was crying on his wife's shoulder while holding their daughter. I tore them apart as I looked up at the man but stopped him from apologizing.
"I don't care what you did, I would have done the same thing but now you must help me."
Chapter Two (cont): Odahviing's P.O.V
I peered down off the ledge as I stay perched at, my eyes fixed on the pathway Scout was supposed to come back on. But the black smoke from Falkreath left me concerned.
The sun is beginning to set, I pondered to myself, She should have been back by now.
My wings began to itch as I heard the quick beats of horse hooves. I swung my head around to find Scout mounted on her steed, Shadowmere. She quickly slid off as she patter her horses nose.
"Dovahkiin, need I know what was wrong," I questioned, worry coating my voice.
She held up one hand as she pulled down her face cover. The top half of her face was covered in soot as places on the edges of her robe were burned an singed. I watched her as she approached a small pool of water.
"Thalmor agents attacked me while I was gathering supplies."
My chest rumbled with anger as I huffed a puff of smoke watching her wash the soot from her face. I shifted my body as I leaned my face foward.
"Are you injured?"
Scout smiled up at me gently as she touched my snout. I breathed her in detecting no fresh wounds except her wound she received from Skyhaven Temple. I sighed in relief as I pulled away.
"Odahviing, we must part," Scout whispered, looking up at me in sorrow.
"What have I done to deserve such abandonment," I asked.
"The Thalmor are planning to overtake Skyrim. I must go to Cyrodiil and go to Wenyon Priory. If there is evidence there that I am a Septim I will got to the Imperial City an go before the Council and claim myself as the rightful heir. If they believe me then I can bring back aid for Skyrim," Scout explained, wiping her wet hands on her pants.
I watched as the drips of water slid down her pants as an image of my human hands doing the same as it flashed in my mind.
She will need you and want you by her side and I warn you... you will become more attached as time goes on.
As Akatosh's words echoed in my head, I heard Scout saying my name.
"Odahviing? Are you all right?"
I blinked a few times then looked down at her.
"My apologies Scout, what were you saying?"
"You must travel around Skyrim. Find Paarthurnax and the other dragons. Persuade them to help defend Skyrim and the rest of Tamriel," she stated bluntly.
I gawked at down at Scout as I soon began to let out short, crazy sounding laughs.
"Dovahkiin, do you know what your asking me isn't anywhere near possible," I roared, fury coating my voice and judgement, "The Dovah would never help the joore."
The small woman grabbed both sides of my snout as she gazed into my eyes.
"It may seem impossible but I believe you can turn it all around. And it won't be us fighting for our lives... the Dovah will be too."
As her words sunk in, my anger turned into fear.
I would fight for this woman because I love her... yet she doesn't know that nor do my brothers and sisters. I wonder if she shares the same concerns? But if my kind is threatened, my feelings for the Dovahkiin aside... they would show concern.
Sighing silently I murmured, "I will see what I can do... would you turn me into a human real quick?"
Instead the Dovahkiin folded her arms letting swirls of light flow from her and into me as knowledge filled my mind. She gave me the understanding of both the shouts needed for my transformations.
"Dovah Kotin Mun," I shouted.
The process of changing into a human was less painful then the first but still had its hinges. Once things became clear I saw Scout had her body turned away from me while one arm was twisted around holding a set of robes for me to wear. After I slipped my arms through, while scales were peeling off, I tied my sash and cleared my throat. Scout turned back to face me. After a few moments she came rushing foward and wrapped her arms around me.
"I faced the World Eater, but now I'm even more scared to step out of Skyrim then I was facing Alduin," Scout whispered trembling.
"What are you so scared of Dovahkiin," I murmured, rubbing her back soothingly.
Scout pulled away, sliding her hands up to frame my face.
"What if we found out this information too late? What if I don't return on time and what if you... you're dead along with everyone else? What if Mehrunes Dagon gets ahold of me while I'm in Cyrodiil," breathed Scout, tears crawling down her cheeks and fear visible in her eyes.
I brushed them away as I let out a slow steady breath.
"Dovahkiin, I am no seer. I cannot tell you what the future holds or what the past held. Akatosh chose you because he believes you are the one strong enough to be able to handle all of this. He believes yours spirit and soul were strong enough hence why he gave you this life. You are a descendant of the Septim bloodline, even though you didn't choose it. A strong and independent line whom showed courage throughout the ages. You carry that strength, I know you do. So stay strong for me, Dovahkiin."
Scout looked up at me and nodded her head as I heard her gulp then she murmured," Promise me you will be here when I get back?"
My chest twisted into knots as I looked down at her.
"I promise."
Scout smiled up at me as she stood on her tip toes and kissed my jaw. I grabbed her chin with my hand as I wrapped the other around her waist as I brought her lips to mine. Our lips danced awhile as both of us forgot the world around us. Our lips danced awhile as both of forgot the world around us. Once we pulled away, our breaths could be seen and we chuckled softly together.
"I will never get tired of that," Scout breathed with a smile.
"Neither will I," I whispered.
Scout looked up the mountain path with a mournful path as she let go of me slowly. She looked back at me as I nodded to her understandingly... we both knew it was time for her to leave. She pulled her cowl back up as she walked over to Shadowmere. She grabbed the bridle and flung herself onto the horse.
"All the holds know you are an ally, they will not harm you. All the small settlements have been evacuated to them, and they have been reinforced. But they need more muscle... they need dragons, Odahviing," Scout said, her eyes pleading, "My kind is willing to put the past behind us, is yours?"
Her question rang out in my ears as I furrowed my eyebrows. She had a point, would my kind work with the humans?
"Watch the skies," I heard her murmur.
Soon I heard the beating of hooves as they faded away. Only one thing was well known, I needed to call on Paarthurnax.
-.-.-.-
I sat perched on the Throat of the World as my mind drifted to Scout. Everything about her has been haunting me everywhere I go since she left a few days ago. And since then I have been shouting for Paarthurnax but with no answer.
"Paar Thur Nax!"
My voice echoed off the mountain till it faded out to nothing. I bowed my head in frustration as I saw one of the Grey Beards bringing me two slaughtered horkers to eat. Ever since I had come to this mountain they have more than welcomed me. The Grey Beard bowed to me and then shuffled away from me an down the mountain path. Only one of the men were able to talk in Zul, but I didn't know his name then again I didn't really care remember it or memorize it. O glided down to the horkers and began to tear into their blubber. After I devoured the first horker I soon heard a roar of a dragon. Lifting my head, I saw Paarthurnax descending down upon the mountain followed by many other dragons. I hurried up and scarfed down the other horker as Paarthurnax came towards me.
"Odahviing, Drem Yol Lok."
"Drem Yol Lok, Paarthurnax," I replied, anxiety gripping at me.
The old dovah came closer as he looked me in the eyes and said, "Rumors have been whispered among the skies, brother. That you have been helping aid the Dovahkiin."
"I have been," I confessed.
"Mind informing us why," Paarthurnax inquired, calm and collected.
I puffed my chest and took a breath, "I had pledged to the Dovahkiin if she defeated Alduin she could call upon me for aid in battle, no matter who the enemy is."
I soon heard the murmurs of dragons reach my ears as I turned back to Paarthurnax.
"The High Elves are planning to overthrow Keizaal, Paarthurnax we must help the humans."
Paarthurnax looked at me as if I was a newborn fledgeling instead of a full grown dragon. Soon he began to laugh as he threw his head in laughter causing the other dragons to join him uneasily.
"Enough," my voice boomed.
All the dragons soon hushed with a flinch, including Paarthurnax.
I advanced on Paarthurnax with a growl showing my teeth as smoke billowed from my nostrils.
"Invaders are coming to our home Keizaal, to Skyrim! And yet we cannot put a war behind us?! Can you blame the joore for fighting against our reign? What if they tried that with us?! We would fight back as well! These newfound invaders plan to overthrow the joore and us, take over everything the can! Do we all want to return to our burial mounds cause I don't!"
All the dragons began whispering in fear as Paarthurnax's eyes soon showed fear and reason. Then he spoke to me.
"Are the joore willing work with us?"
I nodded towards Paarthurnax as he sighed.
"Maybe after this the bond between joore and Dovah could be restored, Paarthurnax," I replied then added, "The Dragonborn has already gone to Cyrodiil to retrieve help. And the people of Skyrim are going to more than welcome our help."
Paarthurnax nodded as he listened then sighed, "Where do we start and what will you have us do?"