Somewhat a first battle

The day has come. Everything was packed for the journey. Arilid put on his dragonscale armor and went downstairs. Lydia made breakfast, vegetable stew with a rabbit hanuch. Both Arilid and Lydia downed the food quickly.

"So my thane, when are we to leave?" Lydia asked.

"First we will make sure we are good to leave, that means all supplies are ready, few extra sets of weapons. Once all that is done we head to the horse stables, get on the carriage and leave for Falkreath." Arilid said with a smile.

With that they finished their breakfast they gathered their weapons, armor, clothes, potions, food, maps and the note he was given by the Emperor and Dark Brotherhood. They left out of Whiterun and to the carriage.

Bjorlam, the carriage driver was tending to the horse, it was around 7:00 the sun was rising, it was unusual to see a business open so early, but considering adventures would often come and go through the hold it would make sense to extend your hours for such a valuable service.

Arilid walked towards Bjorlam. "We would like your services"

Bjorlam jumped in surprise, not hearing anyone else early this morning. He turned around and said "Sure, where would you like to go?"

"Falkreath." Arilid said bluntly.

"That will be 50 gold each" Bjorlam said taking notice of Lydia, he then extended his hand. Arilid gave him 100 gold then he and Lydia went on the carriage towards Falkreath.

The carriage ride was uneventful. A few wolves did follow. Sometimes a bandit or two will harass the carriage, but with the dragonborn on board they were quickly laid low. On the second day of the journey, they were in the hold of Falkreath, a few more hours and they will be at the rendezvous point.

"So Bjorlam, how long will it take to reach Falkreath?" Lydia asked.

"Not long now, Lass. About an hour or so." Bjorlam stated.

A blood-curdling roar echoed from the North-east. The sound was unmistakable, even the young children of Skyrim were raised to recognize this roar that so many fear. A black smoke filled the air and the sounds of screaming people could be heard in the woods. Wildlife from bears, to spiders, to elks ran, in front and behind of the carriage without any fear, they feared something more than them. Even the horse was unnerved by the sight.

"Bjorlam, we need to get out of here." Arilid said, he wasn't afraid, he knew what was happening. He worried for the others safety.

"Hang on." Bjorlam then snapped the reins of the horse. The horse responded with picking up speed and growing steadily faster and faster. They may just be able to avoid the destructive foe.

"Hi hind wah bovul nol dovah" Arilid looked into the sky. They were being pursued by a dragon. Its scales were bronze in color with a purple underbelly. It had two large horns curving inward to each other. Its wings were so ragged it was a surprise that it could fly at all.

Arilid's hands glowed orange and a bright flame was created. He shot a pair of fireballs at the dragon's left wing. The dragon flapped its wings and flew above the flaming balls. Lydia shot ebony arrows at the foul worm. Arrow after arrow, all of them missing the dragon.

The dragon picked up speed so that it was on top of them. It would dive down, trying to get one of them in its sword-like talons or grab them in it's mouth. The dragon grew tired of its attempts to catch them and it shouted three words. "YOL TOOR SHUL." A jet of flame washed upon the wooden carriage. Lucky Arilid and Lydia they were towards the front and the flames engulfed the back of the carriage.

The carriage stopped and Bjorlam got off and unhitched the horse. "Take care, If you survive you owe me a carriage." Bjorlam then mounted the horse and went on the road leaving his employers.

"Looks like we are on our own." Arilid said. He then shouted at the carriage "Fo Krah Diin" The carriage was covered in frost. He ran up to the carriage while Lydia kept the dragon distracted. He found the weapons. He grabbed the sword and shield that he was given to him the night before the journey.

Meanwhile the dragon landed in front of Lydia. She needed a better weapon than the bow she had now. The dragon walked towards Lydia, in response she ran away hoping to cover enough ground away from its massive maw. "Lydia, your left!" Arilid yelled towards the woman. She saw the once burned carriage and Arilid with a sword and shield. She ran towards him and he to the dragon.

The dragon released another jet of fire. Arilid used the shield with the lizard skull to protect himself from the bulk of the flames. When it hit he didn't feel any searing burn that he expected. When the tempature returned to normal, he was not infected by the fire at all. The dragon then went for a bite, he used his shield and slammed it to it nose, causing it to stagger, all the while arrows buried themselves into dragon's scales. Everytime the dragon would shout the shield would protect him. Arilid then staggered the dragon once more and used his sword with the serpent pommel. It cut through the dragon's scales with ease.

The battle went on for a good hour or two, the dragon then resorted to uprooting trees and sending them a blaze, to limit the movement of the nords. Everything it did was failing, it was going to retreat. Then a fireball hit its left wing joint. The dragon then crashed down to the ground and into one of its own flaming trees. Lydia with now a glass sword went to its left and attacked its side and wing. The Dragonborn went sword to teeth to the dragon once more. The dragon would shove Lydia with its wing and bite the Dovahkiin. The dragon then used its wings to position itself over the dragonborn. It was coming down to deliver a killing blow to its predator. The Dragonborn then used his sword and slashed at the dragon's mouth. The dragon staggered back and its was now head low and exposed. Arilid grabbed the large horn and pulled himself up on the dragon's large head. The dragon shook its head left and right, up and down as harshly it could. But Arilid had a firm grip on the beast, he stabbed the dragon in the nose and into its brain. He pulled out the bloody sword and jumped down from the dead dragon.

He watched his now vanquished enemy, burst into flames and orange tendrils went to him. But he never felt the surge of power flow through him. Instead the dragon's soul went into his sword. He watched in awe as the orange tendrils transform the sword. Once the sword devoured the soul he saw the pommel that he once thought was a serpent grow a single curved horn made of ebony. He saw the the pommel get covered in more and more gold and shaped to once was a snake to the dragon he slain. More importantly it resembled a more beat up version of the dragon. The blade's teeth on the back were more rounded and the teeth on the front were sharper. The arrow like tip grew flat and longer. The blade itself was a dirty bronze and the purple on the front of the back was almost black.

Lydia stared at the blade as well and said "Can a sword steal a soul too?" She remembered her father telling her stories of heroes stealing the power of dragons, but never a sword doing the same.

"No, this is the first time I seen this." Arilid said. At least it wasn't like Miirak. Arilid hated competition.