(Early Author's Note: Chapter 1, everyone! I've finished it, and it's ready to be read! I don't really have much to say for these beginning chapters, but I do have reviews I can read!)

To Anaasophia and LydiaCrazzy: I thank you both for your wonderful offers! I shall certainly look you two up once I have the means to actually make this a comic! I'm rather surprised I got two offers, and just on the prologue alone!

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Now, just a few things to keep in mind in order to have a better experience with the story:

"Dragon of the North" = Talking

"Dragon of the North" = Thinking

"Dragon of the North" - Middle Alignment = Singing

Dragon of the North - Middle Alignment = Chanting, or ritual

-Dragon of the North- - Middle Alignment = Written Message/Text Message/TV

Paathurnax - Middle Alignment = POV

Kingdom of Natra - Middle Alignment = Location

-Three days later- - Middle Alignment = time

-Frostfall 25- - Middle Alignment = day

"Dragon of the North" = Flashback

Crash! - Left Alignment = Sound effect

Let the Tale be told!

The first rays of light shine through small holes in the side of the cave, landing along Paarthurnax's body until he (rather comically) looked like a golden-spotted lizard. One particular ray alighted upon his eye, and with a squint and a groan he awoke. "Vu already…?" he thought, lazily turning his head to look towards the mouth of the cave. With a great heave he pulled himself up and crawled out of the cave and into the cold, biting winds.

"Aan yuvon krein alok…" he said quietly, gazing towards the sun. He then turned and looked ahead of him, seeing the rest of the island before him along with a small sea channel. "...daar sul fen kos gein do drem." He smiled and with a deep inhale and exhale took flight.

He flew first around the island, seeing it was covered by mountainous terrain all over except for the coasts on either side. Behind the biggest island were two others, one smaller (and more of a patch of soil) and the other slightly bigger but completely mountainous. Soaring back around towards the front, Paarthurnax saw two more islands, the closest being even smaller than the dirt-patch and the farthest only slightly bigger (and more of a jutting rock than an 'island'). But the most eye-catching was, of course, the large landmass separated by the sea channel, going slightly upwards around a rocky point that touched the jutting-rock. "Hmm… it is krah, but not diin. The coasts aren't frozen, merely dirty snow, and I don't recall such lingrah strunmah." he thought, flying over the mountains. Keeping to the mountain range, Paarthurnax flew for a few hours until the mountains suddenly stopped; no hills or highlands beginning in a descent, the mountains simply stopped and loomed like a jagged precipice over a wide valley. Paarthurnax likewise stopped, perching on the highest peak of the mountains on the edge, and looked ahead to see the range continue. But then he looked down into the valley, and his eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he muttered. "Daar fod ni kos…"

Down below in the center of the valley stood a large city; its walls high and guarding the many-leveled buildings and great spires and domed buildings. Outside and around the wall was a scattering of farmsteads and small hamlets. They did not take up the whole valley, for Paarthurnax could see many distances down both ends and see no other buildings. But the architecture shocked him…

"Those are not structures of the Bron…" Paarthurnax thought. "...then what Joor are they made by?" He flew off again, first heading towards the city when he cried "Nid!" and quickly turned sharply and gave the city a wide berth as he flew towards the continuing mountain range beyond. "I cannot show myself immediately. These mortals may not think highly of the Dov, if at all. I must find one of my kin. Then perhaps I can decide my actions regarding these mortals with a clearer understanding." Nodding at his own statement, Paarthurnax bypassed the city and outside buildings and continued down the large range.

He stayed his course for three days, taking it slow and flying leisurely. "Had I ever flown for such a concept as 'leisure'...?" he thought once, resting between two mountains during one still night. At every cave and large plateau up in the mountain heights, Paarthurnax would stop and search the area for other dragons. He never found any. "Where could they be? These mountains would be the best place of sanctuary for them." Paarthurnax muttered as he flew out from another empty cave.

As he flew, he spotted many passes and trails through the mountains, and many were covered by snow while others had the occasional avalanche happen. Rare was the pass that was calm and safe. But also, at the foot of every eastern pass, was a fort of some particular size. Somewhere in the southern area of the range, Paarthurnax stopped to rest and saw a fort at one rather large pass. The fort, however, would more correctly be called a citadel. A large wall reached one end of the mountains to the other, completely walling off the pass from the citadel, a lone drawbridge over a man-made gorge being the only connection. Behind the wall were military compounds, tents, workshops for siege machines, and at the very back was a type of fort; stone walls, jutting crenelations and a few outlying oubliettes, and a single tall tower in the center. Many soldiers marched to and fro, their heavy golden-brown armor with red lining making them look more like metal golems. "Hmmmm." Paarthurnax hummed, looking down at them before flying back up. Instead of continuing down the range, however, he turned westward. "What could be the cause for such defenses?" he asked himself, flying westward.

"Perhaps they fled to the far edges of the land…"

Paarthurnax flew for one day, staying within sight of the mountains in case he might hear a familiar roar. The western lands themselves, however, did not seem to have many places a dragon would dwell. For a permanent time, anyways. The lands were a mixture of fields and plains, the climate rather dry at times. Hills and forests were in many places, but no lone mountains, large caves, or ancient ruins appeared. No place for a Dov to rest, or to hide. Indeed, Paarthurnax had to fly particularly high so as to not be seen (or at least poorly spotted) by the many towns, farms, and… churches?

"These mortals are a rather religious lot…"

The old dragon flew around the western lands for another whole day, steadily heading back northwards; though he never made it to the coast. He would fly only as far as he could while still seeing the large mountains. "I need to keep at least one landmark in my sights." he reasoned to himself, and once the day began to end he flew back towards the mountains. "...Geh. This spot will do for the night." he said, stopping at a large hill at the foot of the mountains. He landed atop it, curled around himself like a snake, and closed his eyes.

-Later that night-

Night passed; for Paarthurnax, it was still. Nothing seemed to be stirring around the hill. Perhaps they feared him? Knew he was not a natural inhabitant of this land? Whatever the case, Paarthurnax was glad to have an undisturbed rest.

Shmp

Shmp

Shmp

The moment the first set of footsteps reached his ears, Paarthurnax's eyes shot open. He remained still, his eyes darting around in the dark only to see nothing. Close by, that is. Farther away, he saw a train of lights. There were about… two dozen of them, and they were getting nearer.

Shmp

Shmp

Shmp

"Hrrmmmgrr…" Paarthurnax grumbled, quickly uncurling and sitting up as he gazed at the lights. "What are they doing? Surely they couldn't have seen me!" he thought, and after gazing at the lights for a short moment he suddenly shot up into the air and flew back north. And not with a positive attitude. "Hmph! These mortals are quite nosy as well. One can't even sleep without being hunted…" he muttered, flying back to the island cave. He flew through the night, between the mountains and an outcrop of mountains that seemed littered with lights and small buildings. Paarthurnax glared at it, grumbling "One day, Joor… One day I'll teach you to respect a Dovah's sleep schedule!"

He then yawned suddenly, and his glare turned into a tired stare. "...To think I'll be sleeping through much of the next day…" he added, looking away and back towards the north. This time, however, he did not bother going far around the large city in the valley. Tonight was a cloudy night; the moon was covered, giving Paarthurnax good cover to fly directly over the city. He still took the time to rise higher in the air, but once he reached the mountains again he lowered himself back down. On and on he flew, eventually reaching the island again. "Til nii los." he said, spotting the cave and flying in for a descent. But just as he did, he caught himself and hung back, hovering in the air. The flat area in front of the cave looked… too smooth; the ledges not jagged rock but smooth, carved stone. "This is odd…" Paarthurnax thought.

FWAP!

FWAP!

He beat his wings hard, sending a mighty wind against the snow only for it to blow away only slightly. Paarthurnax lowered his head in contemplation, thinking "Only one Word should be enough…" He looked up and looked around, and seeing nothing around him he gazed at the snow.

YOL

FWWSSHSCK

Fire erupted from his mouth, melting away all the snow to reveal a large landing. Perfectly fitted for a dragon. Paarthurnax landed upon it, and he crawled back into the cave all while thinking "These days were spent… not wholly well. I have found no other Dovah, Joor are everywhere and strong, and I still do not know if we are even welcome here. I have failed for now… But I will not stop." Paarthurnax held his head up and gazed out of the cave mouth with determination.

"If you are lost, Zeymah, then I will find you. If you have gone astray into darkness, then I will guide you back into the light. My search is not yet over."

(Ending Author's Note: Ahaha! The first chapter is out! I hope it was too your liking, and has you wanting more. But, now that we've done our focus on Paarthurnax for the right amount, we'll be turning back the Wheel to before he arrived. Some things must be established, after all. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the story-so-far! Do be sure to review, follow, favorite and share with others since it all helps me out a great deal!)

Now for the Dragon-Speak translations:

Tovit Fah Fin Sizaan - Searching For The Lost

Vu - Dawn

Aan yuvon krein alok - A gold sun rises

Daar sul fen kos gein do drem - This day will be one of peace

Krah - Cold

Diin - Freezing

Lingrah strunmah - Long mountains

Daar fod ni kos - This cannot be/This can't be/This isn't to be

Bron - Nord(s)

Joor - Mortal(s)

Nid - No

Dov - Dragons/Dragonkind

Geh - Yes

Til nii los - There it is

Yol (first word in the Fire Breath Shout) - Fire

Zeymah - Brother(s)

"May your Tales be told and never end!" - TaleBearer42Day