Update: I can't believe it's been over 3 years since the last update, feels like a lifetime. I'll spare you the details but at often happens life sort of took a uhm. Let's call it an unexpected and very complicated turn. Things have gotten better, mostly. But anyway someone... well quite a few someone's actually favourited and followed the story recently giving me some much needed motivation to pick it back up. There were a few tons of dust, loose springs and what could only be described as a glaring lack of planning to deal with. This whole story was written from the top of my head as I went, the very definition of a passion project, but unfortunately also a bit of a mess to keep track off. I've gotten an actual program to write in, and assuming I remember to use all the tools available there should be a decent increase in quality. I love writing, I really do. My brain cooks up a new story every other week, most of them of cause never get anywhere. This one along with an X-COM story I have in the works are the only things I've made that went anywhere so they mean quite a bit to me.

First 5 chapters (Prologue - Little talks) has gone through a rework, mostly just polishing but expect later chapters to have some bigger changes...Because, I have, after all these years, planned ahead further than the next scene of the chapter I'm currently writing! Basic planning. Baby steps but it's something ^-^'

But well enough of my rambling, I hope some of you are still alive and for those who favourite, follow and post reviews... know that you are what keeps me going with this.

Thank you all and hope you enjoy 3


So a new story. This one taking place in our beloved Skyrim

I thought I would start out with a prologue to get things going but the first few chapters are already done, just need to check them for errors and such so one should be up withing a day or two.

Now English is not my first language and I don't have anyone to read through this stuff so you should be prepared to find some spelling errors and wacky sentences here'n there. Feel free to review and tell me what you think, fixing a problem is easier when I know it's there ^^

Anyway, without further ado.

Chapter one: prologue


Another boom echoed through the halls, the sound bouncing between the walls of the temple like ripples in water. A few soldiers scrambled towards the hall where the sound had come from, swords and shields in hand.

The place was in fine condition, polished stone walls, grand pillars inscribed with symbols and depictions of the temple's history. Massive tables for the many feasts that had been held. To his left was the corridor leading to the library, a room almost the size of the great hall, only filled with books. Centuries of knowledge that would no doubt, soon be lost, burned to little more than cinders if the visitors had their way.

It was probably one of the last dragon temples left in the world.

At least for a while, he thought as another resounding boom echoed through the temple, this time followed by the sound of snapping wood and crumbling stone.

A pair of heavy footsteps was approaching, a slight rattling sound of chain mail that stopped near the entrance of the grand hall. It was Nirah, Nirah Night. A female Nord. His right hand if he had to give a title, skilled in defensive magic and a master of the sword. Slightly fanatic but loyal to the core.

He looked up from the runes he had been carving into one of the many solid stone slaps that made up the floor.

"My lord." She said, bowing deeply. "They have broken through the outer gates." Her voice was calm but serious, she had long since accepted whatever fate she was to receive. He studied her for a while, Night kept her eyes on the ground, awaiting his response.

Koraaviik knew it had only been a matter of time. They all did.

The war had been inevitable, the other dragon priests had ruled with an iron fist. Something that proved more dangerous than useful. He warned them that they were digging their own graves. But did they listen?

Those who were not subjugated were enslaved. People were sacrificed by the hundreds. But with time, fear turned to hatred. Any idiot would have seen it coming. But they never understood. Too blinded by the power they had been given, they could not see what was happening right in front of their eyes.

He was angry and frustrated but there was little he could do to rectify the situation.

Alduin's folly was merely the nail in the coffin. His pride and arrogance had doomed them all.

The thought made him feel more disappointed than anything - no, he realized. It wasn't his feelings. It was hers. And as if reading his thoughts, he felt a blow of hot air hitting his back. Ruffling his hair and making his robe flutter.

He smiled, though none could see it through the mask. He turned around, ignoring Night for the moment and instead turning his gaze to his bonded. She was standing proudly behind him, her great form taking up a good chunk of the hall. Black scales glittering in the light of the torches. Spikes adorned her head like a crown, great wings stretching out nearly long enough to touch the sides of the room. Long sinuous tail flowing behind her ending with a spiked tip, much like a spear.

He looked fondly at her, with golden eyes identical to hers.

Midwahgein was her name.

She looked down at him, long forked tongue lashed out as if tasting the air.

She made a low, satisfied rumbling sound "Our bond is growing stronger," she said. Her voice was soft, and yet still more powerful than any other Koraaviik had ever heard.

His research into soul magic had led him to the ritual, However there had been precious little information on it. It was supposed to have made them able to share their magic, but the bond went so much deeper than that. Their ability to read, communicate and share their thoughts without saying a word, as well as his now golden eyes was testament to that.

Another boom echoed through the temple, pulling him from his thoughts.

Time was running out.

He turned back to Night who hadn't moved a muscle. Still standing in her heavy plate armour, with her two handed sword glowing slightly on her back. The number of runes and enchantments on her gear combined with her mastery of the blade would make her a more than worthy foe, even for a group of well-trained warriors.

Koraaviik walked towards her with slow measured steps, robe flowing behind him. His own armour, the customary one worn by a dragon priest had seen a few modifications as well. Nothing that would see them through the night, though. He held no illusions about the strength of the enemy, for every man they killed two more would take their place. He put a hand on Night's shoulder, begging her to look him in the eye. Night hesitated for barely a second before raising her gaze, blue eyes meeting gold.

"Thank you, for everything." Night merely smiled before replying "It has been an honour to serve you my lord."

She bowed again and he nodded, dismissing her. She began to walk back towards the gates where the remaining guards were fighting to hold the temple.

As Night pulled her sword from its sheath and made her way up the stairs Koraaviik found himself whispering, too low for anyone but his bonded to hear. "I'll see you on the other side"

As Koraaviik was once again alone with Midwahgein, he lifted his hands to his face, unstrapped the mask and took it off, before placing it on one of the long stone tables.

He turned around and made his way towards his bonded. Midwahgein lowered her head down slightly and pushed it into his chest. A rumbling sound emanating from her chest. He smiled and hugged her, as well as one could hug a giant dragon whose head was bigger than his body. He tightened his grip a bit, savouring what might be the last time he had with… well he didn't really want to think about it. Instead he swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to stifle the whirlpool of emotions he was feeling.

He steadied himself, before whispering, as much to himself as her, "Let's hope the enchantments work."

She huffed lightly and gave him some reassuring thoughts, while almost humming. "Of course they will, you made them yourself did you not?"

He gave a half smile "I suppose I did".

The enchantments were powerful, fuelled by the blood of those they were to protect and preserve. The idea was that their souls would be bound to their bodies in the temple as long as the enchantments were active. Runes were used to better maintain and power the enchantments. But most of them, as far as he had discovered in his research, hadn't been used in decades and never in this context. Many of them were invented for this very purpose. In all honesty, there were too many unknowns to say if it would actually work. However, it was all they had.

It had taken months of research and countless days and sleepless nights to carve the runes and fuel the enchantments. Creating the whole thing would've been quicker had they had help but he wouldn't- no, couldn't trust anyone with it. Many would've helped, but it had to remain a secret, else they risked the enemy getting knowledge of it. Something that would put the whole plan at risk.

He heard the sound of wood shattering, followed by the clash of steel. They had broken through.

He caressed the scales beneath one of her closed eyes one last time, while she breathed deep before breaking away.

He put the mask on again, while preparing a few spells and checking one last time for the potions in his belt and sword at his hip. In his mind he felt Midwahgein rising to her full size, preparing a few spells and shouts of her own.

The battle was getting nearer, screams getting louder. He took a deep breath.

He heard her soothing voice as much with his ears as he did with his mind

"Fear not, little one. For death is only the beginning"