Arilid followed the redguard further into the heart of battle. He never felt more powerful before. The nord fought many battles, but to this scale was something new. What bothered him the most was the three dragons that were in the enemy's ranks. Two green as the forest in Cyrodill and an unusual shade of violet, each having an extra pair of appendages being in arms.
That did not bother Arilid, these dragons were nothing compared to the dov. They couldn't shout, at least from what he could tell, and they always stayed just above the ground, never too far from a sword swing. Fools they were, and soon they will die.
The redguard charged up to a women who dressed herself in some sort of dress. The redguard leaped to her, with two scimitars covered in blood. She too pulled out two curved swords of her own, but they were nothing like the scimitars the redguard wielded.
The woman jumped back, and followed up with five consecutive hits. The redguard managed to avoid three of her blows. Aridild feeling the man needed help, he lowered his shield and charged, followed by throwing her into the air.
Arilid continued further, he was focused on taking down those dragons. He took notice of a little elf girl running towards him, followed by a intimidating red-headed man. Taking note of the staff Arilid replaced his shield and readied himself for a magic battle.
"Lay down your weapons and go back to, wherever you're from!" Cried the little girl.
Why in Oblivion is a little girl here of all places. "Kid, you should be the one at home not me!" Arilid yelled back.
"Looks can be deceiving!" The little girl then stretched her arms and then was consumed by a bright light. The light faded and out came the purple dragon. The man then took out a book, yellow in color.
"Things just got interesting," Arilid said while he stood his ground. The dragon roared and released a fireball of blue flame. Feeling it coming Arilid threw up a ward seconds before the flames impacted the man. The red-headed man followed up by shooting out a bolt of electricity at Arilid, who did not expect the attack and was hit in full force. "JOOR ZAH FRUL!"
Still in her dragon form the girl shouted in pain, or confusion, or fear, it was always different for each dragon. She landed and stood on her back legs. Arilid charged, equipping with Dragonbane he slashed at the dragon. She went for a counter attack, but missed. Feeling a sudden surge of energy flow within him took out his shield, "I'm the one you fear!" He shouted, Arilid shield bashed her back and with all his might swung downward ripping threw the dragon's scales and throwing her back in the process.
"No… they still need me… sorry Lucina… but I must retreat." The girl limped back behind enemy lines with the redhead helping her. She may have been a dragon, but the kid didn't deserve to die.
Soon the sky went black and lightning stuck the battlefield. The dead began to rise around him, leaking out a purple haze from their mouth. Around him the armies were soon turned into undead creatures. He took note of four people fighting the horde of undead, two men, two women. They all looked very similar to their gender counterparts.
A man and woman both shared the same hair color, blue, and dressed in blue light armor. The man wore a white cape and wielded a sword, it looked very similar to Dawnbreaker. The woman was covered in head to toe in blue cloth, even her boots were blue, she looked like some sort of breton captain in the getup.
The other man and woman wore the same exact armor set. White trousers, brown boots with a oversized cloak to shield them. Even their hair color was the same, silver. The silver-haired man was content to shoot lighting bolts at the undead, making them explode into clouds of purple smoke. The women on the other hand liked to get up close to the hostile corpses, she darted left and right cutting any and all undead in two.
Arilid looked forward and saw a castle, not like one he has ever seen. It looked like something straight from High Rock, but was open like the streets of Whiterun. The undead littered the streets, he could actually see draugr among their ranks. Even some men in armor made of bones and fur stood among the undead hordes.
Dragon Priest stood before the gates, Arilid recognized all of them, until they lifted their masks. Men and women still with flesh on their bones floated high off the ground, with Deathlords both living and undead stood as guard. The gates opened and the silver haired man and women walked among the undead, a purple light resonated from their person.
The clouds opened up and a great feathered serpent flew from the heavens. The silver haired man and woman looked at the snake with fear as did the blue haired man and woman with looks of utter terror and hopelessness. The skies began to rain with fire and the clouds burst open as dragons swept down from the heavens above.
The serpent flew landed behind the Arilid, crushing countless number of undead in the process. "You think you could defeat me! I am Immortal!" The serpent shouted.
"DOVAHKIIN!" Cried Alduin as he grabbed Arilid in his jaws and jerked his head left and right. Then blackness came.