Chapter two: Fo feykro
The dawn slowly crept over the mountain, as the Breton prepared to ride out into The Reach and make his way to the settlement of Falkreath; an appropriate path to take in order to reach Riften quickly, despite that the path to the Imperial city of Solitude seemed safer, he had little time and needed to have retrieved the package by the following Fridas the 7th of Rain's Hand and it would take well over a week to commute the long path.
The forest spread for miles, the running river was the only clear path to follow in order to get to Falkreath by horseback. Vector began the commute, progressing along the river, ever aware of the possibility that he could encounter Foresworn. He had never come across one before, but neither did he come across any good impressions of them. The geography of the river side path wasn't convenient at times for the Breton. The terrain constantly changed in depth and steepness.
Whilst slowly advancing up a hillside, Vector's horse backed away, refusing to go further. The Breton dismounted and slowly crept up the hill, as he peeked over the top he spied a forest troll devouring the carcass of a deer. Foul creatures, with three eyes and the body build similar to that of an ape, the troll savagely tucked into its victim.
Vector knew he had no way of getting past the troll without being attacked, even if he had taken a path further in the forest the troll would spot him. He would have to take out the troll. Vector returned to his horse and retrieved his staff, preparing himself for another battle. He crept silently up the hill, making sure that the troll would not notice him. Just as he was about to jump over and catch the troll by surprise, a bloody roar shook the earth. The Breton peered over to discover a much larger problem to face.
The remains of the troll painted the surrounding area as the ancient creature crunched and shook the carcass of its victim. Vector now definitely had no way of escape without being noticed by the Dovah. He took a deep breath and focused, using his clairvoyance he detected a path nearby that he could take in an effort to escape.
The plan he had made was soon crushed, as the monster landed in front of Vector, snarling in delight that it would have another mortal to devour. No escape route, no alternative. The Breton's heart began to race as the adrenaline of the coming battle between sworn enemies slowly spread through is veins.
"Sizaan dovah?" said Vector "Of all places I didn't expect to find you here."
The winged beast faced Vector on his level, intimidating with sheer size difference between the two.
"Aam?" The dragon snarled "I could say the same for a mere mortal that understands the tongue of dov."
The dragon went closer to Vector, mere meters away from him.
"Let me pass through here dovah," demanded Vector "I don't want anything to do with your kind."
The dragon roared with laughter at his response. Vector would be in real trouble if the dragon discovered what he was, but in such a perilous predicament it would seem that assuming his birth right would be his only key to survival.
"Faasnu kaal," the dragon chuckled "A fearless champion, making demands to a dovah!" "You're well over a hundred years too early to assume such privilege, fleshling."
"Tiid!" Shouted the Breton "I have no time for this; I have a task to complete dovah. Let us just part ways and leave no recollection of this encounter."
The dragon snarled and reared back as if it were about to attack.
"Praan ko drem mun," it threatened "For treating such an elder in disrespect you will pay the ultimate price, human."
Vector quickly cloaked himself with a flame ward, managing to protect him for a split second after facing the breath of fire from the word of power that came from the dragon. The Breton raised his staff and drove it into the earth, causing large arrowheads of ice to be hurled towards the dragon as a sharp grove of glacier pierced the earth.
The dragon took to the sky, roaring in anger that a mere human made him retreat. Soon after the dragon began to swoop in low, in an attempt to burn the human to a cinder in every fiery inferno that he breathed. Vector headed for higher ground, he had realized that if he had any chance of survival he would have to fight on equal level with the dragon.
Using his advanced knowledge in magic; Vector managed to launch himself up the mountain, getting closer to the summit. Reaching the summit, the Breton had exhausted much of his magicka, which took its toll on his life force. He would soon have to resort to using thu'um, but he would have to make sure if he used it that it was primarily for the killing blow.
The dragon hovered level with the summit, facing the fatigued Breton. The dragon unleashed yet another inferno at Vector, but just as the ball of flame came roaring towards him he used the last bit of his magicka to launch himself high into the air above the dragon and begun what would be the final effort for his survival.
He took in a deep breath as he began to fall and took the dovah by surprise.
"JOR ZAH FRUL!" roared Vector.
The shout created a wave of energy that encircled the dragon, eventually paralysing it, causing it too to fall towards the earth. Vector took the opportunity to ride his foe as he fell. Quickly consuming a vial that he took out of his belt pouch, he raised his staff and uttered his final words to the doomed dovah.
"I am Dragonborne!" He announced "Zu'u dovahkiin! Don't expect to come back after this dovah, your judgement has come."
The dragon roared in fury, as the Breton drove the staff deep into the foe's heart, releasing large spikes of ice from the epicentre, encasing the dovah in ice. The large sculpture shattered as it connected with the surface of the earth. The only thing that could be seen from the cloud of dust and ice was the silhouette of the Breton who had successfully killed the dragon. Streams of light surrounded the surface near Vector as the soul of his foe had been absorbed; following the fabled legend of the dragonborn; humans with dragon blood and the ability to absorb a dragon's soul, the only way to finally kill one.
Exhausted and drained from the fierce battle the Breton collapsed into the river and was taken by the current. He slowly closed his eyes as he accepted that he would most likely drown in the strong currents of the river. With no strength left in him, he blacked out along with the thought he had fulfilled his duty as a dragonborn.