Well here's the real first chapter. Hope you enjoy.
A lone man stands on the mountain top, standing tall as snow fell on and around him. The sky was filled with a number of dragons. To any normal man they would turn tail and run, no matter how brave they were known to be. Lucky for him he was not normal. He was one of the most feared creatures in the land. He discovered a prophecy of the sun being shot out the sky and proved it to be false. He slayed the first of his kind and saved mortals and immortal lives alike. He was a powerful mage and honorable warrior. Now he has accomplished another great deed. He slayed the World-eater. He slayed Alduin, the firstborn of Akatosh.
The man was puzzled. He did not know what to do. He saved his homeland three times over. He was a powerful asset to the Stormcloaks and has freed Skyrim from the Empire. Not that will matter, in the end all the races of man will share the same common goal and another war will begin with the Dominion. The man had many great adventures in his time in Skyrim, he didn't wish to settle down yet. The man then walked towards a destroyed word-wall on the top of world and sat in the snow.
The snow didn't bother him, he was a Nord after all. They are not called the sons of snow for nothing. The young Nord felt a great gust of wind behind him. And before him stood an old gray dragon that he considered his friend, Paarthurnax the lord of the dragons.
"Dovahkiin you have won a great victory. Hi dreh voth so, you act with melancholy. Why is this?" The old dragon queried the young Nord.
"I may have defeated Alduin," The Dovahkiin looked towards Paarthurnax "with much of your help, but it feels like he was never defeated." He paused, "I saw his soul disappear out of Sovngarde, and the dragons chanting on the mountain top, but…" The Nord didn't want to finish the sentence.
Paarthurnax seemed to already know what the mortal was going to say. "I know this, Krosis, Zu'u mindok fun hi us. I should have told you before. You cannot devour his soul, Alduin will return and with that the end of time will come."
The Nord's worst fears were true. Alduin will return. If this is true then he prolonged the end of Nirn. Not saved it. He simply pushed the problem to another's hands. He looked up to the sky and saw the red dragon named Odahviing circling the mountain top. He faced the airborne dragon and shouted "Gol Hal Dov" The three words shook the sky and the red dragon landed shaking the ground beneath him.
"Climb aboard, thuri and we'll be off." The red dragon said, knowing the Dragonborn wished to leave. He climbed up onto the dragon's back and Odahviing flapped his great wings and took crisp air of Skyrim's boundless sky.
It was less than 20 minutes when Odahviing arrived at Whiterun, it would have been sooner if the guards didn't go into a panic, dragons weren't exactly a calming sight in Tamriel. But once It was done the Dragonborn went towards Breezehome without a second thought.
Breezehome was a nice little cottage, a good place to restock and refresh. Going inside One would first see a cooking pot with two chairs on either side, table behind it with crates under stairs stocked with food, ingredients, plates, goblets, forks and such were kept in a chest to the table and behind the stairs. A book shelf was to the right of the door leading outside on the opposite wall and had some wardrobe with some cloth and a sharpened dagger beneath the wardrobe. Going upstairs to the left was a small room behind closed doors, or better known as Lydia's room, to the right was more wardrobes, some weapon plaques and the main bedroom, The bed laid in the middle with a nightstand on both sides, on the left wall was a chest filled with weapons, in the right corner near the bedroom door was a table with two tables, no one was there. Lydia tends to be in Dragonsreach when she wasn't at the marketplace or Breezehome.
Without a second thought the dragonborn laid on the bed in his dragonscale armor and sword on the floor. He laid there until sleep overtook him. It was night when he awoke again. He took off his helmet and went down stairs to a bucket filled with water. He looked at his reflection in the water. Personally the nord didn't think he looked like much but woman did tend to call him handsome, compliment his looks or give him some mead. He did mind it but he said nothing once he got a bottle of mead. He did have a rugged look, a strong square jawline with ruddy cheeks, his chin being covered in stubble, his eyebrows were positioned in a way to make him look kind-hearted, but still not to be underestimated, a crooked smiled plastered his face as if uncaring way, his nose gave him a rather proud look. His eyes were a sky blue color and always seemed to be calculating, his ears were hidden behind his ebony colored hair which was rather messy and covered a good much of his forehead. On his face no war-paint was shown but a scar went over his left eye over his nose and ends on his right cheek.
The Dragonborn washed up and left for the night to a inn by the name of 'The Bannered Mare' home to honeybrewed mead a rather sweet type of brew favored by nords.
The inside was dark, it was rather hard to see most of the customers left for the night or were renting a room in the inn. The bard was still there as well some civilians surrounding him, he was telling a story by the look of it. The nord saw a beggar leave the bard and other civilians and seemed to be leaving too, probably to the temple for some sleep. The nord stepped in the way of the beggar purposely. The beggar knew something, and with some coin he can know what the bard speaks of, without having to pry his mind for knowledge and avoid a song or two.
"I ain't done nothing, Why are you stopping me?" The redguard beggar exclaimed rudely.
The nordic man in armor flashed a rather fat coin purse and said coolly "Tell me the story that they seem so interested in." gesturing to the men and woman in the inn.
"Throw in an argonian ale and I will tell 'ya" The beggar said. The nord walked towards the innkeeper and asked for argonian ale. When given the beggar received the ale while the nord still held onto the coin purse. "Okay so this is all I know," The beggar started "A altmer ship claims to hear stories from the west." The nord looked at the beggar with a furrowed brow, feeling as if he was cheated out of some coin and a drink.
"Is that it?" The nord asked harshly losing patients.
"No they say that a dragon the size of a mountain has taken over a continent and everyone there are now slaves to the beast, I don't know about you but these damn dragons seem to be everywhere, can't go a day without hearing that damn word, gives me a headache." The beggar began to walk away, "Ah, thanks for the ale." and like that he was
gone, he forgot about the coin purse.
The Dragonborn thought about what the beggar said all through that night. Dragons were a popular topic now more than ever. But for a land to fall to a dragon with such little resistance, there had to be a group that didn't want to be ruled by the dragon, right?
The Dragonborn stared into the fire in the inn and thought about how the dragon took over the land in a time-span of two years. The dragons of Tamriel couldn't do this deed, the dragons returned to Nirn two years ago. So what if that land did fall to the voice, what about Tamriel. He thought about this issue during the eve and into the wee hours of the morn. The only thought to his mind is that his homeland is under siege once more, the whole continent will fight for its freedom, and if a dragon is behind it, they will need him now more than ever. He is the one they fear. The last of the Dovahkiin, the one who was born to hunt dragons.
I'm new to this fanfic posting thing as well making stories. I can not assure regular updates, but I do not plan on giving up this fic, if there are no updates I'm probably to lazy to update. But do expect updates, I have no outside life so yea... I do have some other fics in the works, most of them fire emblem awakening related. I do have a Elder scroll fic too so expect that, they are already written to an extent its just of matter of fixing grammar and such. One last thing, the reason it is M rated is to violence, and some rather dark stuff. Like rape, not written vividly but mentioned. Like said before I don't know much about posting fics on this site, just going M to be safe, like said in the summary. Thanks for reading.