A/N: Hi readers! For those of you who followed my previous story "Of That We Seek" here is finally that new story I was talking about. Thank you for being so patient! Here we have a male Dragonborn battling Alduin at the Throat of the World with some interesting twists I hope you all enjoy it.

The wind howled fiercely all around forming a blizzard that would leave any mortal man blinded. Barely able to see even his own long sword held out defensively before him the Dragonborn kept his dark eyes darting all around to try and catch a glimpse of the beast. He didn't know exactly how he came to be here, at this time, at this place, in this situation. Before all this he had just been another nobody that had happened to have been caught for trying to pass the border, for trying to get back to Cyrodiil to avoid all the war that had been tearing up the land and apparently they saw that as such a crime that they gave him the death penalty. The Imperial army didn't even give him a chance to explain himself. They didn't give a damn about what happened to him. Why bother when it was just so much easier to send him to his execution? But that day he wasn't executed. He was somehow spared putting him on a path of destiny, uncertain of where exactly it might lead him. The day that had changed his life had happened a little less than a year ago and now all he knew was he was simply here on this mountaintop at the Throat of the World. He was at the place where it all began and where he hoped to put an end to it all.

"Come now, Dovahkiin!" a roar of thunder echoed all around beating through his very skull as he tried to locate the owner of the voice that hid beyond the haze of piercing ice that bit into his exposed skin. "Let us see how well you fair without the help of your comrades."

That was right-what seemed like moments ago he had been in Sovngarde, the realm of the dead for Nordic warriors who had proven their mettle in battle and were welcomed into after death. Spirits of the deceit would enjoy the rest of eternity mead-drinking, feasts and contests of physical prowess once entering the Hall of Valor there. Alduin, the devourer of worlds, had retreated there to regain his strength to devour the souls of the dead that were his means of gaining power. But he, the Dragonborn, had followed after him and entered Sovngarde where he united with Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, Hakon One Eye and Felldir the Old. These were the three heroes of Skyrim that had originally faced the great dragon and had cast him out of their time with the power of an Elder Scroll. Together with his and their combined Thu'ums they were able to face Alduin with a great advantage to hopefully end his existence once and for all. Victory was just within their grasps when the dragon had Thu'umed an ear piercing shout that had casted him and Alduin out of Sovngarde and back into the world of the living onto the great mountain peak.

"It is you who should be on your guard, Alduin," he retorted bravely as he, right now, was the one with the disadvantage. "For, if memory serves me right, it was you who fled the battlefield last."

His words seemed to have irked his enemy, "Have no fear," Alduin told him with superior confidence. "For this time I shall not leave until nothing of you remains but ashes!"

Not if he had anything to say about it. "Those are some big words coming from a coward!"

The insult was not taken all too well by the dragon that held himself far above lesser mortals like himself and Alduin let out a shout of outrage that made the very mountain shake in his fury. The Dragonborn knew that Alduin was going to retaliate in the worst way possible and he was sure that the dragon wouldn't be truly satisfied until the beast had his jaws locked around him as he struggled with his last dying breath. If he was going to do something to prevent that fate then he had better act fast.

"LOK VAH KOOR!" The Dragonborn shouted at the wind yielding to his Thu'um clearing the skies before and around him. He had just enough time to see Alduin come swooping down upon him. Mouth opened wide and sharp teeth glistening as he headed right for him. With Alduin closing the gap between them, the Dragonborn knew that he didn't have enough time to voice another shout before the dragon was upon him. He took two quick strides back before pulling out his shield strapped to his back that he hoped would at least provide him some protection against those dagger like fangs. Alduin let out a furious battle cry just has he was a wing beat away and the Dragonborn followed suit. He screamed his heart out in the heat of battle for victory, for justice, and for the survival of all of Nirn. He screamed to the heavens to Akatosh, to Talos, to all the Nine Divines for them to let him win this fight not just for his sake, but for every man, woman, and child that was depending on him to put an end to the World Eater. For them he would make sure that his voice would reach those all across Skyrim. He would make sure that the whole world heard him.

Alduin was now just a heartbeat way from him when a bright flash of light appeared engulfing both himself and Alduin who seemed to have been clearly taken off guard at the phenomenon that was happening around them. The Dragonborn braced himself for the collision that he was sure to feel when Alduin collided into him. But the pain never came; instead he was greeted to a sea of darkness that swallowed him whole.

Paarthurnax was just coming into view of the mountaintop when he saw the two engaged in battle. Having been off hunting for his evening meal Paarthurnax had to end his hunt short when he heard the Shouts of battle and he swiftly made his way to investigate the tremors he felt. Tasting out the voices on the wind he instantly recognized the Thu'ums belonging to that of Alduin and Dovahkiin. With that knowledge in mind Paarthurnax quickened his wing stride.

I'm on my way, Dovahkiin, just hold strong till I get there.

Closing in on the range of the peak he then saw Alduin swoop down to confront Dovahkiin head on and then he saw a brilliant flash of light blinding both dragon and human from his sight. As the light grew it formed itself into a pillar that opened up to the heavens above for only a moment before it collapsed on itself, dimming and vanishing out of sight taking both parties along with it.

"Dovahkiin!" Paarthurnax roared out to him hoping to receive any sort of response. Flying over the mountain now he looked down on the battlefield that the Imperial had stood not just moments ago to find no trace of them left behind.

Paarthunax was speechless. What… What magic is at play here?