(Early Author's Note: Hello, hello, hello one and all. I am TaleBearer42Day, and today I have something new (and also old). Once upon a time, I wrote a story called A Wrathful Dovah's Guide to Keeping a Nation in Check. It was to be a crossover between Skyrim and A Genius Prince's Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt.

I did not like where it was going. At the time I was still rather green about writing, and I hadn't even read the manga, just watched a couple episodes of the anime and read the wiki.

But now, having the manga on hand and being a better writer, I hope to remake this story into something MUCH better. And also something not AS big as Greentide of Remnant. I'm sure people want me to get back to that, and I will, but I'm starting slowly now, working my way up back to the big series. With all that being said, this story will be different to the one you remember, and I hope it's all the better for it. Now, enjoy the Tale!)

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

Skyrim

The Throat of The World

"Hmmrrrrmm… Geh. Today is yet another krah sul. It has been some time since the krein viin ahrk strun dinok." a voice, aged and weary by time, muttered.

FWWOOOOOOOSHSSHHH

"Bah! Forget the chill! Fun zu'u, Wuth Gein. When do we eat? I feel a deep bahlok, and I would fill my stomach with kul kip, ni graag ahrk mal raan!" another voice grumbled, less aged but with an edge to it.

FWAP!

"Graaahh! I only speak the truth! What have we eaten, but weak plants and tiny, pathetic rabbits?" the same voice said again, more angry now as a great wing rubbed its horned head.

Another voice then spoke, saying "Because we must pruzaan un sil. How else could we honor our oaths to Fin Viintaas Gein." Another voice chuckled and replied "Be glad he is no longer of this world, for he may strike you had he heard you call him thus. Aha-ha-ha ha!"

FWWOOOOOOOSSHSHHH!

"Grrrr, I grow tired of this od! Zu'u hind wa koraav wo zu'u tinvaak wa!" another voice shouted, and taking in a deep breath he roared "LOK VAH KOR!"

RRMMMBLLL

As soon as those words were uttered, and the great rolling 'boom' subsided, the blizzard vanished atop the mountain; but only its top. Everywhere around and below, the blizzard still raged; leaving an island alone amid a chilling storm of snow and frost and wind.

Now can we see who these mountaintop dwellers are. There are 8 large Dragons in a circle; though each is different in their own way.

The first was a red Dragon, with white splotches dotted across his body like snow.

The second was a fiery-orange Dragon, with streaks of black along the wings and spiked spine.

The third and fourth could be called twins (for twins they are), both having flat heads and an aquatic build, with a sea-blue color to their scales and a sea-green color to their wings.

The fifth was a Dragon of silver and white, its scales shining even without the sun; its head looking rather big and hammer-like though. Its horns also were curled about its head, almost like a crown.

The sixth was a Dragon of dark green, and a rather large belly. It still had rippling muscles though, and definitely had no difficulty flying or moving around.

The seventh was a Dragon of dull, dead grey. Its scales flaked here and there, and whatever color they had before had long dimmed. But still the Dragon had life within its purple eyes, though its wings were tattered and horns cracked in little places.

The eighth was a Dragon of soot-black scales with blood-red eyes and ashen-grey wings. In other words, a Dragon who burns first and talks later.

The ninth a Dragon of more lighter red, with black horns and spikes.

The tenth Dragon was white in color, but only if you knew him beforehand. Now his scales have been covered in so much blood across the years that they've been stained bloody brown in color.

The eleventh Dragon was more serpentine in appearance compared to the other Dragons; sea-green in color and with grey eyes.

The twelfth Dragon had upright horns and was not serpentine, with a similar color scheme to the second Dragon, however more fiery and ashen.

The thirteenth and final Dragon, like the seventh, had grey scales; but through age only and not from ordeals similar to what the seventh endured. The Dragon was old, really, really old, and its right horn was broken while the left was still on (though more chipped and cracked). But it held a regalness and wisdom that none of the other Dragons dared (or even desired to) challenge.

Toorkriifus, Krahokaazstrun, Grahkrindrog, Odahviing, Vulthuryol, Shulkunaak, Nahagliiv, Naaslaarum and Voslaarum, Viinturuth, Vuljotnaak, Durnehviir, and Paarthurnax. Twelve students, and one master of the Way of The Voice.

Now that the blizzard cleared, Shulkunaak said "Indeed. Pogaas pruzaan. Now perhaps our tinvaak may continue in peace." Vuljotnaak nodded sagely and at once said "Geh. Now as I was saying, when can we hunt for lot slen? These Greybeards bring meager morsels, unfit and unworthy for us Dov. To say nothing of my own personal appetite–!"

Fwap!

"AAARRGHH! Again with the hitting, you irritating pest?!" the hungry Dragon cried as Odahviing retracted his wing. The red Dragon snorted (as if in laughter) and nodded, saying "If you are going to master the Way, you must learn to control all your base urges. Including your bahlok. Isn't that right, Paarthurnax?" The old Dragon nodded, but he seemed distant. Looking out across all of Skyrim below them, Paarthurnax sighed and said "Nii los vahzah." He looked back to the others and said "Krosis. Dii mindol lost gut, vod ahrk amativ." The other Dragons looked among themselves in confusion. What could make the Old One somber now?

"Why do you feel krosis now, Wuth Gein?" Durnehviir asked patiently. Paarthurnax said nothing at first, he simply went back to staring out over Skyrim. Then he looked beyond, to White-Gold and Red Mount, to Adamantine even, and to all the lands that he could not see. At length he turned back to the others and said "My friends… My students… I believe the time has come for me to leave this strunmah."

"...What?" all the Dragons collectively asked, dumbfounded. Each had known (or met) Paarthurnax here, not once thinking he'd actually leave. "Why dreh hi bo?" Naaslaarum asked, with Voslaarum adding "Geh. Why? Lost fin strunmah kiin hi?" Paarthurnax shook his head and replied "I realize now that there are many Dov still out there, hiding, preying upon all they see. They use their Voices rashly and for cruelty. They are hunted, at times. Such cannot be the Way. Therefore, I leave this mountain to siiv niin ahrk bex wa niin fin miiraad."

Paarthurnax smiled (as much as a Dragon could) at them all and said "You all shall do so as well. A final lesson, if you will. Then you are free to go where you will. But first…" He looked at the snowy clearing between them all, where a bald-headed savior often stood. "...two final gifts. The first to call on each other when in the uttermost end of need. This is my fang, to aid you in battle."

BEL

DOVAH

AAK

Each Word of Power struck the ground, and the other Dragons neared it in turns, each absorbing the Words and their meanings. Once done, Paarthurnax then said "The second to return you or your companion back where they came from. This is my wing, to guide you to safety."

DAAL

HOFKIIN

DREM

Just like before, the Dragons each absorbed the Words and their meanings. They all gazed rather sadly upon Paarthurnax, but the old Dragon said "Nid. Dreh ni haalvut tiiraaz. Un bo fen aav, ahst tiid." Then with that, he lifted off and flew away, the other Dragons soon following suit. Each flew in a different direction, though Naaslaarum and Voslaarum remained behind.

"Someone must watch over Keizaal. Right, Zeymah?" Voslaarum asked. "Indeed." Naaslaarum replied, and the two then split with Naaslaarum going east and Voslaarum going west.

Paarthurnax

Somewhere in the north

As for Paarthurnax, he was flying south at first when he paused mid-flight and turned around to head north. Further north than the tip of Skyrim. "I have no doubt many would have fled to old Atmora, now nil of Joor." he thought, and for days he flew into the frosty cold north of Tamriel. For days he flew into the frosty cold north of Nirn.

For days he flew, until one violent storm struck.

BMM!

BMM!

WOOOOOOSSHHHH

BMM!

BMM!

Lightning struck almost constantly, the rain fell in such torrents as never before, and the wind knocked Paarthurnax off course more than once. "Such a strun! I have not flown through one like this in many, many years!" Paathurnax thought before getting blown around (again). "...I'm certainly rusty in maintaining my course…" he added with a grumble. As he flew, nothing besides the darkness and the heavy rain stood out to him. But then things began to change.

The sky began to lighten; a golden haze shone throughout the sky, even the lightning and thunder appeared golden. The rain lessened its downpour and the wind lessened its howling to a whimper. The clouds moved in signs and patterns, the oceans churned and changed colors.

"Bormahu… los daar hin dreh?"

FLASH

Then in a bright flash of light and sound, Paarthurnax roared in shock as he lost his balance in the air. He began falling, but he quickly caught himself and only barely crashed into a large snowdrift at the foot of a small mountain. He pulled himself out of it and looked around. "Too hazy to see… Hmm…" he muttered. He moved around on the ground, eventually finding a large cave in the mountain's side. The rain continued to pour steadily now, the wind picking up time and again.

"I'll just… rest here. Geh. Rest, and tomorrow continue my journey…" Paarthurnax thought, laying down as a sudden sleep came upon him.

(Ending Author's Note: Well there you have it. Paarthurnax has just begun his grand adventure! I hope you recognize and enjoy the particular Dragons I chose as Paarth's students. If you're wondering how the ones who're supposed to be dead are alive... they just did. A deeper explanation will come later, but that's it for now. Since this is going to be a fairly calm story, I figured it'd help get me back in the mood for the big things like Greentide and Consortium's Dogma. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this little tale and review, follow and fave it.)

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

And, of course, the Dragon Language translations are as follows:

Fin Wuth Dovah's Wundun - The Old Dragon's Journey

Geh - Yes

Krah sul - Cold day

krein viin ahrk strun dinok - Sun shined and storm died

Fun zu'u, Wuth Gein - Tell me, Old One

Bahlok - Hunger

Kul kip - Good food

Ni graag ahrk mal raan - Not greens and little animals

Pruzaan un sil - Better our souls

Fin Viintaas Gein - The Shining One

Od - Snow

Zu'u hind wa koraav wo zu'u tinvaak wa - I wish to see who I talk to

Lok Vah Kor (Clear Skies Shout) - Sky Spring *Last word could not be found*

Pogaas pruzaan - Much better

Tinvaak - Talk

Lot slen - Great flesh

Dov - Dragons, Dragonkind

Nii los vahzah - It is true

Krosis - Sorrow/Sorry

Krosis. Dii mindol lost gut, vod ahrk amativ. - Sorry. My thoughts were far, past and future

Strunmah - Mountain

Dreh hi bo - Why do you fly

Lost fin strunmah kiin hi - Has the mountain bored you

Siiv niin ahrk bex wa niin fin miiraad - Find them and open to them the path

Bel Dovah Aak (Summon Dragon Shout, my own creation) - Summon Dragon Help

Daal Hofkiin Drem (Return Home Shout, my own creation) - Return Home Peace

Nid. Dreh ni haalvut tiiraaz. Un bo fen aav, ahst tiid - No. Do not be sad. Our flights will join, in time

Keizaal - Skyrim

Zeymah - Brother

Nil - Empty

Joor - Mortals

Strun - Storm

Bormahu… los daar hin dreh - Akatosh... is this your doing