The Legend of Rahgol

by Bladewolf101

Rahgol isn't the ideal hero one would expect in a story. So what happens when he has to deal with Dragons returning, a Goddess that seeks to destroy the world yet comes to mean so much to him, a Civil War, and Elves wanting him dead? A whole mess happens, that's what. Rated M for language and sex scenes much later. Male Dragonborn x Female Alduin!

1. Chapter 1

Since I've had this inspiration to bring back old stories, I figured I would also bring back another old favourite that everyone loved. The Legend of Rahgol, the story about my male Dragonborn who discovers what he is, his power, and how his destinity and fate is entwined with that of his nemesis, Alduin... who is a female in this story. I do enjoy male Dragonborn x Female Alduin stories, and am a little sad there's not that many good ones, much less coimpleted ones.

So in the words of Thanos... Fine, I'll do it myself.

This story was inspired by Kin or Killer? by Darth Annihilator, You Are Mine, Dovahkiin by Kiliani and The Legend of Saviik by MaChaoJustice.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. It belongs to Bethesda Studios.

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-17th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

'Damn... my head hurts.' A man thought as he slowly came back to the land of the conscious, opening his eyes, revealing dark, cold blue eyes that glanced around his surroundings with a frown. The man was in his twenties, with long black hair that stopped past his shoulder blades, signs of a beard growing. He had a lean, but muscular build along with pale skin. Taking in his surroundings, he saw he was on a carriage with three others, being taken somewhere... though he couldn't say where abouts in Skyrim. He noticed his hands were bound, and he was dressed in rags for clothing which was not what he had worn last he checked.

Looking at the three with him, he saw they were Nords. One was dressed in ragged clothing similar to him, while the other two were clad in blue clothing. One of which gave off the impression he was important or something, while the other... wore the Stormcloak uniform.

'Oh great.' The man thought, glancing at the carriage driver and saw him clad in the Imperial uniform. With another glance around, he saw a carriage up ahead with prisoners... and the Imperials were their escort. 'Just my gods-damned luck that I find myself among Stormcloaks and Imperials. Fucking Empire, takes one look at me and thinks I'm a Stormcloak when I didn't even know of that ambush about to happen. If I had, I would've-'

"Hey, you." He heard and turned to see the blonde-haired Stormcloak across from him looking at him. "You're finally awake."

"Obviously." The man remarked dryly, his voice deep and had a rough growl to it, before narrowing his eyes. "Do I know you?"

"No, nor do I know you, friend. But we're all brothers and sisters in binds now. I'm Ralof." The Nord introduced himself. "What's your name?"

"...Rahgol." The now named Rahgol said almost reluctantly, not really wanting to talk to those in the carriage with him but it seems he has no choice in the matter.

"Rahgol... strange name." Ralof commented, getting a small snort from the dark-haired Nord. If only he knew... "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there."

Ralof looked to his left and Rahgol followed his gaze to the other Nord, the one who didn't look like a Stormcloak like him. The 'thief' glared distastefully at Ralof. "Damn you, Stormcloaks!" He hissed at the man. " Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." The horse thief then looked at Rahgol. "You there... You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"Well, if that's so then do explain why we're here, bound and most likely going to be put in prison or to our execution?" Rahgol retorted with annoyance in his voice. Honestly, there's a reason he didn't like to be around other people. They annoy him and asked questions, or just simply wanted to bother him for the sake of it. It's why he likes to keep to himself whenever he's passing through a small village or town.

"As I said, we're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Ralof added, shooting the thief a look that was equally filled with annoyance as Rahgol's.

"Shut up back there!" The carriage driver barked.

"Go fuck yourself, we're talking here." Rahgol retorted, getting a laugh from Ralof while the soldier growled and the thief merely panicked even more.

"W-What's with him?" The thief asked, looking at the man with his mouth gagged.

Ralof didn't like the thief's tone as he glared at him. "Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King."

'Yes, the 'true High King' who was dumb enough to claim he bested King Toryagg in single combat with no witnesses and then fled like a coward after killing him like some common murderer.' Rahgol thought with an eyeroll, but held his tongue. He avoided anything to do with the Civil War, and he really didn't care that much about who comes out the victor.

The thief's eyes widened in realization. "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you..." The thief started to panic as fear entered his voice. "Oh gods, where are they taking us?"

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." Ralof said softly, sounding like he was accepting his fate.

Rahgol looked up as he saw they were approaching a small town, Helgen it's name was if he remembered correctly. Strange, he figured that with the Empire capturing Ulfric Stormcloak, they'd take him to the Imperial City, before the Emperor himself and have Ulfric executed... apparently they wanted him dead now, they wanted this war over with.

'Then again, he did murder the High King, which is treason and punishable by death so he's getting what he deserves for his action. Oh well, not my problem if I'm going to be joining them all in death.' Rahgol thought bitterly.

"No, this can't be happening. This is not happening!" The thief ranted in panic and fear. He was so scared and terrified that Rahgol could practically smell his fear. He just rolled his eyes and grunted, looking ahead as they approached the gates.

Ralof glanced at the thief. "What village are you from, horse thief?"

"Why do you care?" The thief spat.

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home." Ralof pointed out.

The thief was silent as he glanced at his feet, before he muttered just loud enough for them to hear. "Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead."

Ralof nodded before looking at Rahgol. "What about you? Where are you from?"

Rahgol's expression darkened a little before he shook his head. "Nowhere. I don't stay in one place too long."

The gates of Helgen opened, and Rahgol saw a few Imperial soldiers above the gates, standing in the overwatch. As the carriages of prisoners passed through, Rahgol heard a soldier shout. "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

"Good, let's get this over with." A man replied, causing Rahgol to glance over and see an Imperial with short grey hair sitting on a horse. He was talking to an Altmer woman in Thalmor robes.

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me." The thief prayed frantically.

Rahgol scoffed. "The gods won't save you, thief. Accept your fate with whatever dignity you have."

"Sounds like you've accepted your fate as well." Ralof noted.

Rahgol grunted. "What else is there to do? I cannot escape, as I risk being shot with arrows or worse. Either way, I'm going to die here today."

Ralof grunted in response then glared in the direction of General Tullius. "Look at that son of a bitch. And he's talking with the Thalmor. Fucking elves, I bet they had something to do with this." The blonde-haired Nord then sighed as he looked around the town. "This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."

"Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?" Rahgol heard a child's voice and looked over to a nearby house where he saw a child sitting on the front step watching, his parents with him. The child had a look of curiosity on his face... if only he knew what was in store for the men in the carriages.

"You need to go inside, little cub." The boy's father said in a serious voice.

"Why? I wanna watch the soldiers!" The boy protested.

"Inside. Now." The boy's father said much more sterner this time.

2Yes, papa." The boy sighed and went back inside, while Rahgol turned his attention back to his soon-to-be execution as the two carriages came to a stop beside each other, the other cart's prisoners already beginning to get off.

"Why are we stopping?" The thief asked fearfully.

"Why do you think?" Rahgol scoffed, feeling further annoyed at the thief's stupid questions. Shouldn't he have already realized they were going to the headsman's block. "It's the end of the line for us."

"Let's go. We shouldn't keep the gods waiting." Ralof sighed and stood up, along with the thief and Ulfrix. Rahgol grunted and did the same, getting down after the thief did and watching as two Imperials stood before them. One was a captain, judging from her armour, while the other was a simple soldier with a list in his hand from the look of it.

"No, wait! We're not rebels!" The thief cried to the Imperials.

Ralof gave him a glare. "Face your death with some courage, thief."

The thief ignored him as he focused on the Imperial Captain. "You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"

However, he was ignored as the captain barked. "Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time."

"Empire loves their damn lists." Ralof sighed, shaking his head. Rahgol said nothing, sighing almost impatiently.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The soldier said. Ulfric began to walk towards the place where the headsman was waiting.

"Ralof of Riverwood." Ralof did the same as what Ulfric did.

"Lokir of Rorikstead." The soldier said next.

"No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Lokir said frantically. He began to run away, but he was quickly shot down. The arrow hit his neck, immediately killing him. Rahgol barely blinked at the man's death, having a cold expression on his face as he shook his head..

"Anyone else feel like running?" The Imperial captain asked with a smirk. The soldier next to her looked at Rahgol and frowned.

"Wait, you there. Step forward." He ordered. Feeling a little annoyed at being ordered, Rahgol did so with a quiet huff. "Who are you?"

"Rahgol. Rahgol Dinok Krosis."

The captain scoffed as she eyed Rahgol with disdain. "Telling us a fake name like that will not save you from the chopping block, now tell us your real name this instant!"

"I did tell you my real name, it is not my fault you're either deaf or just plain stupid." The black-haired Nord snapped, glaring at the Captain who glared right back at him.

"Please don't provoke the Captain, the results aren't pleasant for the soldiers under her command." The soldier beside the Captain requested, grimacing before turning to her. "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list. All the other names have been matched to the other prisoners, meaning the name he gave is the only name we have for him."

"Forget the list, he goes to the block. Perhaps that'll teach him to watch what he says." The Captain said with a smirk as she crossed her arms.

"By your orders, Captain." The soldier sighed before looking at Rahgol apologetically. " I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to your family."

"No need, all of them are dead and I doubt they'd even care about me dying if they were still alive." Rahgol said darkly as he followed the soldier to the block. "Just burn my remains until there's nothing left.

"As you wish." The soldier nodded, before stopping him next to the other Stormcloak prisoners then walked over to jojn his fellow soldiers while Tullius stood before Ulfric.

Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." Tullius said with anger and mocking in his voice as he glared at Ulfric, who glared right back while saying something but it was muffled due to his mouth being gagged. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."

Suddenly, there was a sound in the air... it was faint, but it sounded like some kind of roar. Rahgol looked around with a frown, so sure that he's heard that kind or roar before.

"What was that?" The soldier from earlier asked, looking around as everyone else was.

"It's nothing, Hadvar." Tullius dismissed. "Carry on!"

"Yes, General Tullius." The Captain nodded before turning to the priestess. "Give them their last rites."

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..." The priestess started, but it wasn't only Rahgol she was annoying as a Stormcloak stepped forward.

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." He snapped as he came to a stop before the headsman.

"As you wish." The priestess said with annoyance before walking away while the Stormcloak was forced onto his knees and head placed onto the block, the headsman ready to swing his axe.

"Come on! I haven't got all morning!" The Stormcloak shouted, defiant even in his last moments. Rahgol could... respect that. He watched, unblinking, as the Stormcloak was executed via decapitation.

!You Imperial bastards!" A female Stormcloak shouted with fury.

"Justice!" The villager who sent his son inside yelled.

"Death to the Stormcloaks!" His wife added.

Ralof sighed, getting Rahgol's attention and he saw the blonde-haired Nord looking at the headless corpse of his comrade. "As fearless in death as he was in life."

"Next, the Nord in the rags!" The Captain announced, smirking as Rahgol glared. Suddenly. the sound from earlier was heard agin... only this time it sounded much closer.

"There it is again." The soldier from earlier said. "Did you hea that?"

"I said next prisoner!" The Captain barked.

The soldier sighed and looked at Rahgol. "To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy."

Rahgol grunted but strode forward to the block... but not before he decided to spit in the woman's face. "You bastard!" She punched him in the face, but he still had a smirk on his face even as blood dribbled down his nose.

"Don't mock my name again." Rahgol said before he was forced to his knees and his head placed on the wooden stump. He sighed, but kept his eyes open as he waited for the end to come. However, the roar from earlier was heard again... and this time Rahgol could see the source of it. His eyes widened as he saw a black, winged creature fly by.

"What in Oblivion is that?!" Tullius shouted.

"Sentries, what do you see?" The Captain asked.

"It's in the clouds!" The sentry shouted before screaming as something big landed on the watchtower, crushing the soldier under one of it's four legs. Rahgol's eyes widened as he beheld the creature... it was a Dragon! A black-scaled Dragon with four legs, huge wingspan, a slender build, red eyes... and those eyes were currently looking right at him.

The Dragon tilted it's head before it spoke. "Kusah." It was a female Dragon, as evidenced by it's female voice. Well, that explains its slender body compared to the bulk of a male Dragon. The Dragon then shouted something, which caused the sky to change and start raining meteors. It was chaos everywhere as the Dragon jumped off the tower and landed on her feet, growling in irritation as she was pelted with arrows that merely bounced off her hide. "Fus Ro Dah!"

From her mouth came a blue force that was more like a shockwave as it sent soldiers and some of the prisoners flying off their feet. The Dragon turned and regarded Rahgol for a moment, before she spread her wings and took off into the air, breathing fire from her mouth and incinerating some of the archers.

"Hey! Rahgol!" The black-haired Nord heard and looked to see Ralof waving him over at a watchtower. "Get up! The gods won't give us a second chance!"

Rahgol got to his feet and quickly ran over, running into the watchtower and the door was shut by Ralof. In the tower was Rahgol, Ralof, Ulfric and a few Stormcloaks that had been prisoners among them.

"Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing?" Ralof asked. "Could the legends be true!"

"Legends don't burn down villages." Ulfric said calmly.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but THAT legend out there is burning down this village." Rahgol interjected in a rather irate manner, causing Ulfric to glare at him and the other Stormcloaks to tense, about to start a fight, but before they could, a tremor rocked the tower they were in.

"We need to move! NOW!" The Jarl barked, ordering all those who could run to leave the tower, Rahgol and Ralof decided to head further up the tower.

"Let's just hope we can get off the roof before… LOOK OUT!" Rahgol shouted when the wall was caved in thanks to a headbutt from the Dragon, who bathed the area in fire. "You missed, bitch!"

His words caused the Dragon to snap her gaze at him, anger in her eyes before she growled. "Hi krilon faazrot zey, joor?!" She darted her head forward and Rahgol's eyes widened before he felt pain flare throughout his left shoulder as the Dragon clamped her jaws on it, teeth digging into his flesh, then she whipped her head back and threw him from the tower. Rahgol grunted as he crashed through the roof of a burning house and landed on the floor.

"Okay... note to self; don't insult a female Dragon with anger issues." Rahgol groaned, putting a hand to where he could feel the Dragon's teeth had dug into. He stumbled to his feet, leaning against a wooden post before hissing as a piece of ember fell onto his right shoulder from the burning roof. Quickly he darted out the burning house in time to see the Imperial soldier named Hadvar trying to coax a young boy over to him when the Dragon landed behind the child. "Oh... I'm going to regret this."

Rahgol ran forward and quickly grabbed the boy, leaping to the side in time as the Dragon unleashed her fire again. Rahgol quickly moved behind a wall of cover with Hadvar and an old man, letting the boy go as the Dragon ceased her fire before she took to the air again.

"Still alive, Rahgol?" Hadvar asked, looking impressed Rahgol was still alive but he grimaced when he saw the blood starting to stain Rahgol's clothing due to the bite from the Dragon. "Keep close to me if you want to stay that way."

"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" Rahgol grunted.

Hadvar ignored his comment to look at the old man. "Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find General Tullius and join their defense."

"Gods guide you, Hadvar!" Gunnar cried.

Rahgol followed Hadvar through the remains of Helgen towards the Keep. After a dispute between Hadvar and Ralof, Rahgol and Hadvar managed to enter what appeared to be a barracks through a side door in the Keep. Rahgol took this opportunity to take a swig of the mead he'd obtained before looking at his shoulder, which was bleeding quite heavily from the bite.

"Looks like we're the only ones who made it." Hadvar observed as he locked the door of the keep and stepped further in before looking at Rahgol. "Was that really a Dragon? The bringers of the End Times?"

"Looks like it... and she's a bitch with anger issues." Rahgol said, grunting as his shoulder flared up in pain and he looked at it. "Sharp teeth as well. Never mind the Dragon, we should get out of here and far from Helgen as possible."

"Right." Hadvar nodded then noticed Rahgol's hands were still bound. " Come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off." Rahgol stepped forward and Hadvar drew a steel dagger, which he used to cut Rahgol's bindings in half. "There you go. Take a look around, there should be plenty of gear to choose from. I'm going to see if I can find something for these burns. Not sure about your shoulder, though."

"I'll be fine." Rahgol dismissed as he tore off a part of his shirt and used it as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding, tying it tightly. Once that was done, he took Hadvar's advise and searched the nearby chest for armour or a sword, to which he found both in the form of a set of Imperial Light Armour alongside a couple of Iron Swords on the sword rack before some bottles on one of the tables caught his eye. He strode over and shook them which told him that they were empty, tossing them aside and uncaring if they shattered.

Hadvar came over with a couple of makeshift bandages over his burns, then saw the bottle on the ground and let out a small chuckle before looking at Rahgol. "The officers always get first pick on the alcohol rations, so it's a rarity that any mead is left over for the rest of us." He said, making Rahgol give a sound of amusement.

"Was hoping to use it to clean my wound, but I suppose magic will do the trick." Rahgol said, his right hand glowing before he held it over the bloodied bandage and started to heal himself until he felt the wound close up and stop bleeding, allowing him to remove the bandage although he still had some dried blood running down his shoulder and arm which can be easily washed off.

"You're a Healer?" Hadvar asked with surprise, as Rahgol came off as more of a warrior with his attitude and mere appearance. He seemed built to be a warrior.

"No, I just know enough magic that could be considered novice but enough to keep myself alive." Rahgol said, finishing up and he shook his shoulders before grabbing the Imperial Light Armour and put it on. Once that was done, he grabbed the two Iron Swords on the sword rack and sheathed them at his hips. "Not the type of armour I'd wear, but it would do until I can find a place to forge some of my own. Your equipment isn't in good condition."

"No. most of the Imperial bases and strongholds here are fairly old, since the Legion hasn't needed a very strong presence is Skyrim until recently, so few bases outside of Castle Dour in Solitude have properly maintained equipment. Regardless, I think we should get out of here. Follow me." Hadvar turned and walked over to a door, pulled a chain next to it causing the door to open, they were heading to the next door when they heard voices.

"We need to get moving! That Dragon is tearing up the whole keep!" A man said.

"Just give me a minute... I'm out of breath..." Another, this one a woman, said, sounding very out of breath

Hadvar narrowed his eyes and poked his head around the closed gate-door, spotting the two... and they were dressed in Stormcloak uniform. "Stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them…"

"Doubt it." Rahgol scoffed before they entered, catching the attention of the Stormcloaks.

"Imperials!" The female Stormcloak shouted as she grabbed her Iron Warhammer off her back.

"Hold on, we only want to…" Hadvar began, but Rahgol, seeing the Stormcloaks were not going to listen to reason, moved forward first as he unsheathed his swords and buried one in the female's jugular, spraying blood out and causing her to gurgle and spit blood out of her mouth while making choking sounds. Her comrade stepped back with wide eyes as Rahgol turned his cold blue eyes to him. But Hadvar came up behind the Stormcloak and stabbed him through the back, then dropped the body and wiped his sword clean of blood as Rahgol did the same. "Not bad."

"Their armour isn't made for defence, is it?" Rahgol remarked as he glanced at the two dead Stormcloaks .

"The Stormcloaks specialise in hit-and-run tactics, so their armour is designed to allow for easier and faster movement in addition to protection against light arrow fire. However, this makes it virtually useless in a prolonged fight against an opponent with proper weaponry, such as the average Legionnaire." Hadvar explained. Rahgol grunted before following him through another door that was locked but Hadvar found the key and unlocked it.

The two went further into the Keep, remaining quite as there could be more Stormcloaks coming through the Keep to escape the Dragon that was still causing destruction outside. They went through some other small corridors and suddenly a lot of stones fell down, blocking one of the paths in front of them.

"Damn Dragon." Hadvar cursed before sighing and looked at Rahgol. "We'll have to take another way., but we;ll have to go through the torture room and into the caves."

"What are you doing? We need to get out of Helgen, now!" They heard a voice come from behind the door next to them. Hadvar crept over and slowly opened it, entering with Rahgol. They saw two Stormcloaks, rummaging through the cabinets, well one of the Stormcloaks was grabbing potions while the other looked anxious to leave... not that Rahgol could really blame him with a Dragon destroying everything.

"These Imperials have potions! We're going to need them!" The second Stormcloak pointed out.

The first oen shook his head and turned around, only for his eyes to widen when he saw Rahgol standing there but the dark-haired Nord had already stabbed one of his Iron Swords through his chest, directly through the heart, and kept his eyes locked with the dying Nord's as he lowered the body.

"Wha... Hey!" The other Stormcloak had turned and saw what had happened, causing him to unsheath his weapon and rush at Rahgol but Hadvar blocked it with his sword, to which Rahgol followed it up with a stab through the Stormcloak's head and ripped the blade out, watching the corpse fall to the ground with a pool of blood forming where the face was.

"Not one for mercy, are you?" Hadvar noted as he took the lead, since he knew the Keep better than Rahgol.

Rahgol scoffed darkly. "Do I look like the merciful type to you? They get in my way, they die. They annoy me, they die. They raise their weapons at me... they die."

Passing through another door, the pair descended some stairs and soon found themselves entering a torture room where the torturer stood over the bodies of some dead Stormcloaks, but looked up upon hearing them arrive and he chuckled darkly while nudging one of the corpses with his foot.

"You fellows happened along just in time. These boys seemed a bit upset at how I've been entertaining their comrades." He said in a dark tone.

Hadvar glared at him."Don't you even know what's going on? A Dragon is attacking Helgen!"

"A dragon?" The torturer scoffed. " Please. Don't make up nonsense. Although, come to think of it, I did hear some odd noises coming from over there."

"Come with us. We need to get out of here." Hadvar implored, but got a glare from the torturer.

"You have no authority over me, boy." He said dismissively.

Hadvar growled in frustration. "Didn't you hear me?! I said the keep is under attack!"

While Hadvar was arguing with the man, Rahgol found a book called The Book of the Dragonborn. His eyes lit up in recognition at the 'Dragonborn' part and he opened the book, his eyes passing over the words before he came to a part about a prophecy.

'When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world.

When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped.

When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles.

When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls.

When the Snow tower lies sundered, bleeding.

The World-Eater wakes, and the wheel will turn upon the Last dragonborn.'

Rahgol grunted and closed the book, dropping it on the table as Hadvar finished his argument with the torturer. "All right old man, but this will be your doom. Rahgol, come."

Despite being a little annoyed at being order, Rahgol followed Hadvar and the torturer's assistant also followed them. Suddenly they came in an open clearing with water streaming under them. Rahgol suddenly heard something next to him and saw a Stormcloak soldier smashing his hammer in the torturer's assistant, who instantly died. Unsheathing one of his blades, Rahgol threw it and watched the spinning blade slice through the Stormcloak's head and clatter to the ground, while the Stormcloak's head fell into two pieces and the body dropped.

Rahgol retrieved his weapon and unsheathed his second sword while Hadvar took care of the other Stormcloak and they continued on their way. Hadvar pulled a lever, which allowed a bridge to lower and they crossed it. And just in time, as a few pices of rubble fell down and destroyed the bridge while they could hear the Dragon roaring faintly.

"No turning back." Rahgol stated, Hadvar nodding in agreement and they continued onwards into a cave system with a river stream.

"Look, a stream, if we follow it we may find the way out." Hadvar said as they followed it; they soon had to turn off and into a lair of Frostbite Spiders, the inhabitants of which greeted them by spraying Frostbite Venom at them.

"Grrr... I fucking hate spiders." Rahgol growled, ducking as one spider lunged at him and he stabbed his swords up into it's abdomen as it went over him, causing it to screech as it died before he dropped the corpse and took his swords back. Another spide tried to attack, but Hadvar dealt with it by stabbing it through one of it's many eyes with his sword.

"What's next, giant snakes?" He asked mockingly. Rahgol snorted slightly in amusement and they continued forward into the caves, coming into a big cavern that the river stream came through to. However, there was also something else in the cave with them that caused Rahgol to grab Hadvar.

"Bear ahead." Rahgol whispered, gesturing to the sleeping bear. Nearby, two bear cubs were playing with each other, unaware of the humans' presence. Rahgol smiled slightly at the scene before shaking his head and focused. "Best not try anything. I won't see two cubs orphaned or killed along with their mother."

"Bit of a softie, aren't you?" Hadvar asked with a grin as they slowly crept towards the cave's exit, paying the bear and her cubs no mind even as the mother bear opened her eyes and watched them go.

"Only with certain animals."

They exited the cave, and Rahgol scrunched his face up when his eyes were hit by sunlight. Once his eyes adjusted, he shook his head slightly and the first thing he saw was a big mountain with what appears to be a ruin. As he and Hadvar stepped forward, they heard the familiar sound of massive wing beats.

"Get down!" Hadvar hissed, ducking behind a rock while Rahgol ducked behind a bush. And just in time as the black Dragon flew over them, roaring, before she disappeared around the mountain, flying off either to hunt somewhere else or looking for a place to rest and mark as territory. Rahgol simply watched the Dragon go until she was gone, his eyes narrowing in thought about her appearance...

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And I think we can end it there. Not bad for the first chapter, if I do say so myself. The Legend of Rahgol is back, and I intend to see it through to the end somehow. I'm not sure where the first version went wrong, though maybe it was me not working on Rahgol and Alduin's interactions and relationship before their clash in Sovngarde, and thoughts about letting Alduin survive and win the fight, kinda like what Kiliani did in their story; You Are Mine, Dovahkiin.

As for Rahgol's personality, yeah he's a bit rude... okay, quite rude, but he ain't your typical hero. He's more into Anti-hero side of things. He doesn't really care about anybody or what people think of him.

Also, I made Alduin have four legs rather than what dragons actually look like in the game. This is because, I feel like higher-up type dragons, basically like Alduin, Odahviing and Paarthurnax would have four legs, while lesser dragons would have only two and use their wings to move on the ground.

Dragon Tongue translations;

Rahgol Dinok Krosis: Rage Death Sorrow

Kusah: Interesting

Fus Ro Dah: Force Balance Push

Hi krilon faazrot zey, joor?!: You dare insult me, mortal?!