Well ladies and gents the prologue is quite lengthy for a reason. This story is about a dragonborn being raised by dragons. There was a prompt for this on Kinkmeme, I put part of this story up on that site, but I found out that putting stories up on that site is easier than it looks when you want to keep its formatting.

I warn readers right now, there will be no graphic sex scenes. I learnt my lesson with my Mass Effects stores when I had to remove them all. Fanfiction doesn't take kindly to graphic sex so I will be keeping it mild.

This character will not be in a true romance until a lot later. I am planning on a Miraak romance, and hoping to stick with it.

Well hope you like the story, let me know what you think, leave a review please.

Prologue – The Wingless Dragon

Jorik grinned at his wife as they spotted the cave in the distance. They had been searching for the cave for years. A few years ago they were told about a cave that held a great cavern with a ancient word wall in the dragon language. The had done much research and pegged this cave down to the one they had been looking for. If they research was right, this once was a dragon lair, of Alduin's top lieutenant, they believed the name was Odahviing but couldn't be sure.

"Do you really think this place is it?" Donna asked excitedly.

"If our research is right, then yet the word wall in there should shed some light on a lot of history we don't know." Jorik answered with a grin. "Hows Aden doing?" Jorik asked glancing back at his six month old son.

"He's finally sleeping, hopefully he stays that way. The next time we are leaving him with your mother," Donna stated with a shake of her head.

"Aye, that might be a good idea. You wait out here while I make sure its safe," Jorik ordered.

"Forget it! You are not going in there alone!" Donna snapped, glaring at her husband with her hands on her hip.

"Fine, but let me do the fighting and if its too dangerous you need to run with the lad," Jorik stated sternly. He turned his back on his wife and walked carefully into the cave.

The first part of the cave was normal, dark and dank. There were a few wolves but nothing too dangerous. Slowly they made their way deeper in. Their eyes widened when bright light filtered through the ceiling. "This is amazing," Donna whispered.

"Yes it is and there is the word wall on the far end," Jorik murmured. They stared at the word wall in awe. Perched on top of the wall was a carving of a dragon. The carving looked very realistic. They glanced up at the roof and saw the bright sunlight.

"Let check it out," Donna said excitedly as she hurriedly made her way to the wall. Her husband following close behind her, She knew he had his sword drawn and at ready. "Place the babe by the wall, that way we can keep an eye on him."

"Donna nodded and set the babe down, making sure he was nice and warm. "JORIK!" Donna screamed when the word wall began to glow and a faint light surrounded her child. She went to run to her child but her husband stopped her before she could.

"No, don't…" Jorik ordered as he pushed his wife behind him and watched in horror as his son began to glow.

Jorik eyes widened more, his mouth dropping open in shock. Their six month old son had just shouted the same way it had been done in the olden times. "Jorik….?" Donna gasped as the statue began to move, bright amber eyes opened and latched onto them.

"RUN!" Jorik screamed.

"We can't leave Aden!" Donna shouted as her husband dragged her with him towards the mouth of the cave.

"We can't get him, its probably already to late now," Jorik stated as he forced his wife to run with him. They cleared the cave and kept running, not wanting to stop. They needed help and hoped there was a town closer than Whiterun.

~ooooooooooooooooooo~

Paarthurnax sat on top of his perch on Monahven. He glanced at the shimmering snow where Alduin disappeared all those years ago. He sighed and allowed the silence of Monahven to surround him. Centuries now, he had been alone, awaiting his brother's return. He knew it was coming soon, but hopefully not before another Dovahkiin shows.

Paarthurnax very being vibrated, he straightened on her perch, his body tense and expectant. He strained to listen with his very being, he was positive that he had just heard the thu'um from a young joore. After a few moments there was silence, no other thu'um. He shrugged the oddity off as his old senses playing tricks on him.

Paarthurnax took wing as soon as another thu'um was felt. He didn't question leaving his perch, he needed to know who was doing this.

The air was calm, as if it was holding its breath. A sure sign that major changes were about to come. Paarthurnax hesitated when the Thu'um came again. He flew straight for the area the shout had originated.

For a second he thought it might have been from a youngling dragon, but that couldn't be. This had been from a joore. Sadness hit him as he thought for a moment about how many of his kind were left after the dragon wars. There weren't many of them left, most were in hiding awaiting his brother's return. And the shout didn't have the power that a full grown dragon's would. This shout had been weak, like a kiir shout. He swooped down to the ground, searching for the human that would have done it.

At first he saw nothing, but his senses were shouting that he was being watched. He roared a warning and searched for the watcher finding him perched upon a high ledge. "Drem, yol, lok, Odahviing." Paarthurnax greeted, his voice filled with warning to the younger dragon even though he greeted the dragon peacefully.

The one dragon, which was able to fool the joorre about his death. He should have guessed. He took in the surroundings in a quick glance and concluded that this was Odahviing's lair. He hadn't been here in many years, and the land had changed since the last time he spoke with Alduin right hand lieutenant.

"Drem yol lok, Paarthurnax. Kiir thu'um alok (child's voice rise). Kiir vahlok filok (child guardian escape). Kiir vahlok fass kiir thu'um. Nikriinni! (child guardian fear child shout. Cowards!) Kiir is inside," Odahviing stated.

Odahviing led the way into his lair. They both stopped to see a squalling kiir on the floor. Not able to stand, no larger than his claw. "Dovahkiin," Odahviin murmured, as he sniffed the kiir.

"Then Alduin is to come," The older dragon murmured. "And you a follower of him. What are your intentions?"

"Paarthurnax, take the kiir, keep it safe," Odahviing ordered. Yeah he had followed the world eater, out of fear only, but this kiir maybe the only way to stop Alduin and there was no way he could allow the kiir to die. The Dovahkiin needed to learn as a Dovah, it needed to be powerful and he knew the old dragon would do that.

"It should be with the joorre," Paarthurnax argued.

"Nid. We need to make the kiir strong to defeat Alduin," the younger dragon snapped. "Joorre are weak, fearful."

The older dragon nodded his head and picked up the kiir carefully. He glanced once more at the younger dovah, hoping this wasn't a setup for betrayal. It wouldn't surprise him if it was, it was in their nature to betray. With a final nod to the younger dragon, Paarthurnax, took wing and flew straight to Monahven. He didn't know how he was going to raise the kiir, he wasn't sure if the kiir would survive living in climates as cold as it was on Monahven.

He placed the kiir by his wall and curled up around it, allow his own natural heat to keep it warm. He noticed it starting to shiver and sighed sadly. It looked like raising this kiir was going to be harder than he suspected. He grasped the kiir gently in his mouth and moved it further away from the wall. When he thought the kiir was far enough he breathed fire onto the snow, heating snow until it melted. Quickly he placed the kiir on the patch of warmed ground. He hoped this would be good enough. He watched the kiir for a few moments and saw that its shivering had lessened. He also realized something else that he wasn't sure how felt about – it seemed his breath was warm enough to keep the kiir warm while it lay there, if the kiir reaction was anything to go by. It seemed to calm more when he was breathing on it, or when he was close to it.

With these thoughts running through his mind he wondered if he should ask the greybeards for their aid with this matter. He stared pensively at the kiir and made up his mind even though it went against everything in his nature he shouted for the greybeards. He hoped they knew what to do, if they didn't then he would have to make the best of it and hope the kiir lived until adulthood.

His first idea was to have the kiir live with them, but he knew that would be a folly. Their beliefs didn't contain training for fighting and this joor needed to know how to fight, especially if his destiny was to go up against his brother. The only option was for him to raise it, or Odahviing.

Paarthurnax waited patiently as he snuffled at the young Dovahkiin. He heard the first shout and knew it wouldn't be long until one of the greybeards was up here. He curled up around Dovahkiin once more, blanketing him with his wing to ward off the cold. He watched as Dovahkiin fell into a restful sleep.

"The joor is coming," Odahviing stated as he landed nearby.

"Geh, they might be able to help. If Dovahkiin is to survive we need their knowledge," Paarthurnax explained.

Paarthurnax glanced at the hidden path, and waited for the figure to arrive. "Drem yol lok," he greeted the older joor.

"Good day Master, you called for us?" Agneir murmured as he stood before the old dragon.

"Geh, I did. I need your aid," Paarthurnax answered as he moved his wing back revealing the young Dovahkiin.

"You wish us to raise him?" Arngeir asked suspiciously.

"Nid. He will be raised by the dov. I need what Joorre use to raise their kiir," Paarthurnax stated and waited for his answer. He wondered if Arngeir could sense this was the Dovahkiin, he highly doubted it. Even if they were proficient in the way of the voice, didn't mean their senses were well tuned to other things.

"What are you going to name him?" Arngier asked looking at the infant quizzically.

"He already has a name - Dovahkiin. He needs no other," Paarthurnax answered calmly.

"When he resides with humans he will need a name other than Dovahkiin," Arngier said, hoping the older dragon would understand.

"Niid, the only name he needs is Dovahkiin, he needs to other. Any other name given would be an insult," Paarthurnax snapped, his voice coming out in a growl of warning.

"We will gather what we can, it will take a bit for us to get it up here," Arngeir stated, about to head back down the peak.

"Another will bring the supplies up here, watch for a red dragon," Paarthurnax ordered and turned his attention to Odahviing who was perched on a rock nearby. He saw the younger dragon nod. He was surprised that Arngier hadn't noticed another dragon around. He turned his attention back to Dovahkiin as Arngier left Monahven.

Arngeir was surprised to find that very dragon already waiting for him. He didn't know the dragon's name and didn't want to know. He knew their history well enough, to be leery. He set out quickly to gather the supplies the dragons would need.

He worried as he gathered the supplies, he couldn't believe after all this time there was now a Dovahkiin. But the part that worried him was dragons were going to raise him. He knew the child would receive the training it needed for the voice, but he wasn't sure if it would be the proper training. He knew Paarthurnax wasn't the same as he used to be, but this new dragon he wasn't sure of or what part he had to play in all of this.

His other worry was the infant. The child was too young to be away from its mother. He hoped the child survived up there, he knew it would be rough going for a while. At the peak of the mountain was very cold with many storms. He wasn't sure how Paarthurnax would keep the child alive until it was able to fend for itself.

He walked back outside with a large bag over his shoulder. He tried to rush, but the bag was too heavy for rushing. "This is some of the things you'll need. Keep child warm or he won't survive. As for food, I am not sure how you'll take care of that problem. The child is too young to eat solid food yet. It will need milk for a while yet and mushed up food." Arngeir explained as he placed the heavy bag on the ground and stepped away. He watched the dragon pick it up with ease and took flight.

Odahviing flew to the peak and laid the bag down on the ground. With his snout he spread out the contents, noticing quite a few furs. "They said he will need milk and mushed up food. We need to find other food for Dovahkiin," Odahviing stated.

Paarthurnax nodded and took to the skies in search of proper food for the Dovahkiin. He knew he should give him a joor name, but he couldn't. The Dovahkiin deserved more respect than that.

He sighed, he knew the next few years were going to be difficult and hoped Dovahkiin would survive them. If he did, then he would be more powerful for it. He was to be raised as a dov and that is exactly what he planned, though there would have to be a few exceptions.

~oooooooooooo~

One year later

Paarthurnax scowled down at the toddling kiir. He should have never listened to Odahviing; he should have allowed the joorre to raise this kiir. He scowled at Odahviing as the red dragon landed nearby with another goat in his claws. They both could hear the trembling beat of the goat's heart as it quivered in fear. It was so tempting just to swallow it whole, but it wasn't for them to eat, it was for the kiir.

The changes Paarthurnax had to make to his life over the past year, was almost more than he could tolerate. There was no longer silence on his peak. He rarely had time to meditate, or the silence to do so. What peace he could find was when he kiir was sleeping. The kiir cried, yelled, giggled, and made so many other annoying noises. But it was also refreshing to have life on this mountain. He watched Dovahkiin as Odahviing herded the goat over to the child. He hoped this goat lasted longer than a week, if it didn't, they would have to start searching for more near where the Joorre lives and that was the last thing he wanted. It would oust them. It was better the joorre didn't know dragons were still around.

"Hopefully this one last longer than the last," Paarthurnax muttered as they stared at the terrified animal.

"If it doesn't, it will make a good snack," Odahviing said with a raspy chuckle.

"Once Dovahkiin becomes older we will have to find someone to teach him to fight as a joor," Paarthurnax warned.

"I don't think that is a wise decision. It would be best if we took care of his training ourselves," Odahviing warned.

"How many joorre have you taught to wield a sword or bow?" Paarthurnax asked with a snort of disdain.

It should be learning magic, the proper way," Odahviing snarled.

"Geh, this is true. It needs to know swords too," Paarthurnax murmured thoughtfully.

"Why? The dragon priest did well without blades their magic was more than enough," Odahviing reminded him.

Then we wait and see. If he shows signs of magic we teach him it, if not we find some one to teach him the way of the blade," Paarthurnaax reasoned.

~0000000000000~

Odahviing lay on the ground and snorted his annoyance as the young kiir tried to climb on his snout once more. At first it had been amusing, now he had enough of it. He puffed out a breath of air and chuckled as Dovahkiin tumbled backward with a squall. He expected tears, and wails, but none of those came. This time the Dovahkiin rose onto his short unsteady legs and toddled over to him once more.

Odahviing was surprised to say the least. He waited to see what the Dovahkiin was going to do. He gave a rumble of pleasure when he saw the Dovahkiin wasn't going to give up. Odahviing stayed still as the kiir finally made it onto his snout. He chuckled in amusement as Dovahkiin squealed in delight.

Slowly Odahviing rose to his full height and watched as Dovahkiin's eyes widened in apprehension. He gave a flip of his snout, tossing the kiir high into the air and gently catching him once more. When the squeals of delight stopped he placed Dovahkiin on the ground once more.

"One of these times you will do damage," Paarthurnax stated from his perch.

"You worry too much," Odahviing muttered.

"We should find and capture a joore to train Dovahkiin," Paarthurnax

"Niid, he will be learning magic. Have you not felt it old one? Plus he is just started eating solid food. We didn't train the priests until adulthood," Odahviing reminded him.

"Niid, they were trained since they were a kiir," Paarthurnax stated, with a confused look.

"Geh that is true. That changed when Alduin became power hungry, he didn't want kiir around then. They were a hazard, so we took joorre when they were older and started their training. We can start training Dovahkiin soon as we did of old," Odahviing murmured thoughtfully. "Then we start his training soon. When he has surpassed what we can teach him then we will capture a mage and have the mage teach him." Paarthurnaax said as he stared down at the sleeping kiir.

~oooooooooooo~

Dovahkiin ten years old

Dovahkiin looked up at the old grey dragon watching as he meditated. His stomach grumbled once more and Dovahkiin sighed. "Paarthurnax, I'm hungry," Dovahkiin stated and curled further into the furs around his shoulders.

His hands were sore from the use of magic. Today Paarthurnax had him casting until his fingers were numb. He remembered asking the dovah once if it would always hurt. His answer had been the way the dovah trained a joorre kiir, there would be pain, but they would be the better for it once their training was done.

He hoped so, and wondered when he wouldn't have pain.

He glanced around, waiting for the old dragon's reply and noticed dark, heavy, clouds were forming, giving warning of a storm coming. He moved closer to the word wall, and looked up at Paarthurnax. His somber face split into a grin when he old dragon climbed down off the word wall and curled around him. The dragon's natural heat kept the chill off of him. He curled against the warm scales sighing as his body slowly warmed up.

He looked at the skies once more and searched for Odahviing, but there was no sight of the younger dragon. He knew if Odahviing was here, he would already be soaring in the skies upon the dragon's back. Between Odahviing and Paarthurnax, Odahviing flew a lot more often than the older dragon. It was mostly Odahviing that took him flying, but there had been a few times where Paarthurnax took him out. Today was a longer day than usual, Paarthurnax had decided that his teachings with the thu'um and magic were to be longer than usual.

"You will hunt shortly," the old dragon answered as he curled more securely around Dovahkiin to ward off the biting, cold, gusting wind. He nuzzled the kiir, licking the dirt and grime off of his face. He paid particular attention to his hand, trying to sooth the pain they felt. He didn't know how the female dragons did it with their kiir, but after years of looking after Dovahkiin, he still wasn't used to it. The males were meant for fighting and protecting, not watching and looking after kiir. He didn't know how joorre did it either, maybe he should find out he thought with amusement.

Dovahkiin curled up to the warmth, and squirmed when Paarthurnax decided to give him a bath, he tried pushing the large snout away, but it was no use. He scowled, but said nothing. He already learnt that it wouldn't make a difference. If Paarthurnax thought he needed cleaning he was going to be cleaned whether he liked it or not. He was glad it wasn't Odahviing, that dovah usually tossed snow at him with his snout and then used the wetness of the cold snow to wipe off his grime. By the time Odahviing was done, he was usually shivering so bad that he could barely move.

He glanced at the skies and wondered where Odahviing was. Usually he was here by now. "Paarthurnax, is Odahviing coming here today?" Dovahkiin asked.

"He will, eventually," Paarthurnax answered when he finished cleaning Dovahkiin.

Dovahkiin shook his head, wondering where the younger dragon was. He wished Odahviing was here so he could take to the skies. He hated being a joor, he wanted to be a dov and able to fly without having to wait for Odahviing to give him a ride.

He had to smirk, Odahviing was centuries years older than him and yet at the age of ten he was used to calling him a young dragon - that was his adoptive father's fault. He wondered if Odahviing could teach him like Paarthurnax does. Using the word walls and changing the words on them so he could read them and learn them. He highly doubted it. Odahviing was too hotheaded for that - as Paarthunax calls him.

"Call him," Paarthurnax ordered. He knew this would be a test for the young joor. Not once had he been able to call the dragon properly. But with being only ten winters old, he had already surpassed the Greybeards in the power of the voice. His thu'um was strong for one so small, already he mastered forceful push shout, fire and frost shouts. Soon, now that Dovahkiin had mastered those three shouts he planned on teaching him the rest. His teachings would become longer, and harder than the joor was used to. They needed Dovahkiin ready and time was running out.

He was surprise at how well the kiir pick up on their language and the joors language. He could speak both, and was starting to read both. He was more fluent in the dragon tongue than the joorre tongue. The written language - he could read and write most of the dragon language, it was the joor writings Dovahkiin was having a hard time with. The dragon language was more literal, whereas the joor language; one word had many meaning, to many different spellings.

Dovahkiin moved out from under Paarthurnax's wing and shivered as the cold air hit his now warm skin. He looked to the skies, seeing if he could see the red dragon anywhere, but there was no sight of him. Taking a breath he shouted. "ODAHVIING," Dovahkiin grinned when it finally came out right and he didn't land on his butt. He watched the skies intently waiting to see some sign of the dovah. His shoulders started to slump when there was no sighting of the dovah. He knew then that his thu'um wasn't powerful enough to catch Odahviing attention yet.

"Look," Paarthurnax said, motioning to the sky. A red dragon flew towards them opposite from where he had been looking. Paarthurnax watched as the Dovahkiin grinned with pride.

Paarthurnax had felt the power of the thu'um. It rivaled many of the lesser dov, Hopefully that meant that Dovahkiin would be more powerful as he grew older. Maybe this joor would be able to stop his brother. He hoped so, or the world they live in now would be at an end. He also knew that someday they would have to have Dovahkiin living with the joorre, so he could learn their ways.

Dovahkiin already had a basic understanding of them from his teachings. But there was only so much Odahviing and him could teach. They had ruled men, they hadn't needed to learn of them. Now after raising a joor he wished he had learnt some things at least.

"Drem, yol, lok, Dovahkiin. You called?" Odahviing snorted with amusement.

"Drem, yol, lok, Odahviing, It's time to go hunting," Dovahkiin stated as he climbed on Odahviing's neck.

Dovahkiin wasn't scared, he loved to fly and Odahviing took him everywhere. All he needed to do was ask and they flew there as long as it was within Skyrim.

"What is that place?" Dovahkiin asked, pointing down at some old ruins.

Odahviing scanned the ground to see what the kiir was pointing to. "The joorre call it Bleak Fall's Barrow," he answered. "Dovahgolz is within there, guarded by a powerful draugr."

"How many Dovah live now?" Dovahkiin asked quietly.

"More than the joorre think. The hated Blades have a book that lists some of us, but they missed many names, and some names were purposely placed on the stone so that dov would be around when Alduin came," Odahviing stated with a snort.

"Can I meet another dragon?" Dovahkiin asked excitedly.

"Niid," Odahviing said with amusement at how excited the boy was at that prospect.

They landed in a small valley, away from joorre eyes. That was the last thing the dovah needed, was for joorre seeing him. They didn't need to know that dragons were still around. For centuries they have kept this hidden, awaiting Alduin to return. Soon his brethren would make it known that they were here. They would have to be extra cautious when that time came, if it came soon. The Dovahkiin wasn't ready yet, there was still much for him to learn.

He snorted again in amusement. If someone ages ago would have told him he would enjoy the company of a joor kiir he would have killed them out right. But with this kiir being raised by Dov, it made this more bearable. He reminded Odahviing of a hatchling just learning their shouts, in a way it was very accurate description, though this hatchling would never learn to soar the skies as the dov.

Odahviing took down the two elk quickly, one for him and the other for Dovahkiin. "Cook your own," Odahviing commanded as he breathed fire on his own.

Dovahkiin moved closer to his and steadied himself, "Yol toor Shul," he shouted and smirked as it the fire cooked it. His shoulder's sagged once more when he noticed that it wasn't entirely cooked. He looked to Odahviing to see what he did wrong.

"You did nothing wrong, wait a moment and do it again," Odahviing stated as he sat back on his haunches.

Dovahkiin nodded once more and turned to his food. He shouted once more and watched as this time it was well done. "Why didn't my first shout cook it?" Dovahkiin asked.

"You have the soul of a dragon, but a joor body. Your body wasn't meant to do shouts even though you can. It takes you longer to recover than it does a dov. With constant practice you will recover faster," Odahviing explained.

"That still doesn't explain why I didn't cook it in the first try," Dovahkiin muttered with a scowl.

"Have you been meditating on Paarthurnax teachings?" Odahviing asked with a knowing look.

"Not really," Dovahkiin mumbled as he stared at the ground.

"And that is why you could not do it. To empower your thu'um you need to meditate, and focus on the words. You will always be able to shout, but that doesn't mean they will be powerful enough for when you need it. Always remember the strength of your thu'um means power. The stronger the thu'um, the more respect you will have with the dov," Odahviing explained before he started digging into his own food.

"Can you teach me a new shout?" Dovahkiin asked, with his mouth half full of food.

"Which shout?" Odahviing asked curiously as he stopped eating for a moment.

"Which shout do you think will be useful for me?" Dovahkiin counted with a grin.

"Hmm, this should be useful and annoy Paarthurnax for a bit," Odahviing murmured with a chuckled. He looked to the ground and breathed the words. He watched with pride as Dovahkiin absorbed the words with ease.

Dovahkiin closed his eyes as he absorbed Odahviing's knowledge of the new shout. "Wuld Na Kest, what do the joor call this shout?"

"Hmm, I am not sure Dovahkiin, we should ask the Greybears for their knowledge," Odahviing murmured and motioned to his back. He smirked as the young kiir ran and clambered onto his back quickly. With a great flap of his wings he took to the air with a laughing Dovahkiin. He had to grin as the kiir gripped onto his horns tightly as he dove quickly towards High Hrothgar. They spotted one of the Greybeards outside when they landed.

"Where is Arngier?" Dovahkiin asked Borri.

Dovahkiin watched as the elder nodded towards the great keep. He hated it in there it was so dark, cramped and stuffy. It seemed so stale within that he rarely came down here to see these men. Paarthurnax had told them they were masters of the voice. He had seen them shout often and knew it to be true, their voice was strong.

Dovahkiin walked inside, slowly walking around corners nervously. He didn't fear dark places, but they made him leery ever since Odahviing had taken to one of the old ruins for teaching. That was the first time he had met a draugr and he never wanted to meet another one.

He found Arngier meditating in the main hall, "Arngier, I need answers," Dovahkiin stated as he watched the joor.

"With what?" Arngier muttered, he had known it had been a bad idea for the dov to raise a child. He knew what dragons were like and this child was just like them. He looked down at humans, and seemed prideful. He never asked, always demanded and expected answers.

"'Wuld Na Kest,' what is the shout called." Dovahkiin asked, waiting impatiently for an answer.

"Whirlwind sprint," Arngier stated.

Dovahkiin nodded and walked out, not bothering with small talk that joor liked to do. He found it annoying and a waste of breath.

Dovahkiin walked over to Odahviing, "did you find the answer you were looking for?" the red dragon asked.

"Geh, Arngier said it's called Whirlwind sprint," Dovahkiin answered.

"Aptly named," Odahviing murmured and took wing to the top of the mountain.

~ooooooooooooo~

Paarthurnax sat on his word wall with scowl as he watched Dovahkiin sprint the area. He thought about disciplining the kiir, but that would be pointless. "Dovahkiin rest," Paarthurnax ordered firmly.

"But Paarthurnax, its fun," Dovahkiin complained.

"Dovahkiin, it's time to learn," Paarthurnax commanded in a firm voice. He glanced behind him when he heard another land. He knew by the grin that it was Odahviing that taught Dovahkiin this shout. "Since you are the one to teach him this shout, you can teach him today."

"Fine, I will," Odahviing grinned. "Then he should learn shouts that would be beneficial to him, not these annoying ones of calming animals, and such," Odahviing spat with annoyance.

"You didn't seem to mind using that shout on the goats if I remember correctly," Paarthurnax reminded him. "Every shout should be learned, they all have their benefits, and all are needed. Do not forget this Odahviing in your brashness." Paarthurnax said lightly.

"Geh, what you say is true. Teach him," Odahviing muttered and glanced at the Dovahkiin. Now he regretted playing this prank on the old dragon. "Dovahkiin, it is time for teaching, not playing." Odahviing watched as Dovahkiin stopped fooling around and took a seat at the world wall. He tried not to show his amusement that the Dovahkiin followed his command. It brought back many memories of when many joorre followed him.

~oooooooooooooo~

Dovahkiin 12 years of age

Odahviing and Paarthurnax talked quietly as Dovahkiin read the text on the wall. They were surprised of the transformation of the kiir since he went out flying with Odahviing. Dovahkiin had surpassed their teachings in magic, it had only taken two years after that fateful day. Paarthurnax wasn't sure what happened then, but whatever it was, had benefited Dovahkiin greatly.

"It is time for us to find someone to train him," Paarthurnax stated.

"True, I'll go out and find someone and be back shortly," Odahviing said before taking flight.

"Who is Odahviing bringing back?" Dovahkiin asked, glancing up from the world wall.

"Someone to further your magic," Paarthurnax said and then shouted Dovahkiin first word to learn today on his wall.

"Why can't you keep teaching me magic?" Dovahkiin asked, quizzically.

"I can teach you the ancient magic, but not the magic that is used now. We need a joor for that," Paarthurnax explained.

"I thought no joorre other than the Greybeards were allowed up here," Dovahkiin muttered.

"Not true. I used to train many, but as the years passed, less and less came. The one Odahviing brings will not be training in the way of the voice. He will only be here to teach you until his usefulness runs out then we must dispose of him." Paarthurnax explained.

"What happens if he does not want to train me?" Dovahkiin asked.

"He will. He won't have a choice," Paarthurnax stated. "Enough. It's time for you to learn."

~oooooooooooooooo~

Sixteen years of age

Dovahkiin let out a small groan as he sat near the blazing fire. The cold chill slowly left his body as he relaxed. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache, it told him that he had a good work out. He glanced at the Joor Odahviing had brought back, the odd thing was he never learnt the man's name. Both Dovah didn't think it important enough to learn so the mage remained nameless while he stayed alive on Monahven. He knew that once the joor couldn't train him more the jul would be dead. It was for their protection, no Joorre could know about dragons yet.

He heard the roar before he saw the red dragon and grinned. Odahviing was coming, now he could be soaring in the sky. He watched as the dragon landed, kicking up snow everywhere. He wiped the snow from his face with a scowl and snickered as the other jul started swearing at Odahviing. He waited patiently to see what Odahviing was going to do. He wasn't surprised when the red dragon shouted 'yol' just in front of the terrified jul feet. Dovahkiin couldn't help it, he burst out laughing when the jul skittered away quickly.

He watched the man took a seat quickly by the fire, his face dark with a scowl. He still didn't understand how after so many years this man hadn't become used to living with dov. What surprised him more was, neither Odahviing nor Paarthurnax hadn't killed him yet.

He glanced towards his guardians and listened in on the conversation. He wasn't surprised when he heard that they were talking about killing the jul. He was surprised it had taken this long. When the Jul first got here, he had tried countless times to kill either dragons at one time or another. He thought for sure they would have killed him then, but they hadn't. Instead they shouted at him, burning him badly. It took weeks for him to heal with the help of a special shout. It was the same time that he learnt that shout. It was a handy shout, but took a long time to recover from. After using that shout for the first time he hadn't been able to use a thu'um for the rest of the day.

As he listened, he knew the jul had pushed it too far and it was time for him to go.

"When do we you plan on getting rid of him?" Dovahkiin asked.

"When he is useless, he cannot leave the mountain, Dovahkiin" Odahviing answered.

Dovahkiin nodded, he agreed the jul would give them away. It was unsafe for them. He would tell the joorre that dragons were back and they would either believe or not, but they couldn't take the chance.

"Do you want to practice more?" Dovahkiin asked the jul.

"Sure, you need it," the man stated with a sneer. He shrugged, used to the jul ire. It started showing around the second year he had been up here. It had gotten progressively worse as time wore on. He knew soon the man wouldn't be breathing. His guardians were starting to lose their patients with the joor.

Dovahkiin knew what practice was, but this wasn't it. The man's magic was aiming to kill not teach him. He knew now that it was time. He gathered his energy, as he moved around the clearing, dodging the blasts the other mage was throwing at him. He let his magic go and watched as the fireball covered the other mage. He thought the fight was done, but he was very wrong. Coldness hit, making his bones ache with it. He hissed in pain and gathered another fireball. He watched as the man was flung back with a howl of pain. He stalked over to the man and made the same mistake once more, thinking the fight was over. He hadn't thought joor were so resilient it was a mistake that he had learnt to remember. He didn't bother with magic as the man struggled to his feet. He didn't bother dodging the fireball heading his way. He accepted the pain of the fireball and brought his dagger down, jabbing it deeply in the man's neck. He watched as blood pooled around the man and felt nothing. It didn't bother him that he just killed a person. He didn't flinch when Odahviing walked over and grabbed the body. He didn't blink or flinch as the dragon tossed the body into the air and swallowed it whole.

He knew all joorre would be disgusted at this sight. He had been taught that the joorre feared the dov for good reason. But as far as he was concerned, they were just following their nature. It just happen that joorre were part of their food chain.

He had been in the joor cities a few times now to learn. Luckily for him most ignored him. Every time he entered a city he remembered his teachings and the warnings his family gave him. Odahviing had been most instant on never giving his name and it was one thing he always followed. Another was to never use his thu'um where joorre could hear it and he followed that one too.

Dovahkiin glanced around, seeing the pride in both dovah eyes. This was a proud moment for him, almost the same as the time he found out his thu'um was powerful. He honestly thought his thu'um was more powerful than most dov with the exception of these two. It was something he took pride in, that his thu'um was strong. When he defeated Alduin he would need all the power he could muster to rule the dov. And he couldn't waver or show weakness, that would be his folly.

Soon he would face his destiny and defeat Alduin, and then lead the dragons. This was his main destiny, defeating Alduin, though leading the dov he wasn't sure if that was part of his destiny, but it was part of his plan. He was Dovahkiin, dragon hunter. He took their souls so they didn't rise again when called. And when Aldiun was dead he would prove he was the strongest.

"Looks like we will need to find another to teach me," Dovahkiin stated with amusement.

"You fought well," Odahviing praised. "The body did not bother you?"

"Nid, it was me or him. I was the stronger," Dovahkiin answered with a shrug. He could feel their pride. He was tired now, after the long day. He went over to Odahviing, placing his furs on the ground and leaning against the Dovah. He allowed the dragon's heat to bathe him in warmth.

~ooooooooooooooo~

"It's time you left here. Alduin is coming, I can feel it," Paarthurnax stated as he looked down at the young man who was like a son to him. Only with family were dragons affectionate and he had treated Dovahkiin as if he was his own offspring. Odahviing - he wasn't sure where Dovhakiin stood with the other dragon. They were good friends, he knew that and he knew the other dragon would protect him with his life. The joor had earned the other dragon's respect more so than any other, even himself, which was surprising.

But there was still more the joor needed to do before he was ready to face his destiny. He needed to leave from here. Odahviing would be the best to teach him now. He knew this and accepted it. Paarthurnax watched as Odahviing nudged the Dovahkiin and smirked as he heard the grumbling. The two would go hunting and then leave Skyrim until he was a full adult. They had discussed it many times.

"Are you sure I should leave?" Dovahkiin asked as he walked over to Paarthurnax.

"Geh, you must for your own safety. Soon Aldiun will be here and your destiny will begin," Paarthurnax told the young Dovahkiin.

"And if I don't want to leave?" Dovahkiin asked quietly, sadness entering his eyes as he stared at the older dragon.

"It matters not. You know this. You must leave Dovahkiin," Paarthurnax muttered and nuzzled Dovahkiin.

Dovahkiin rested his forehead against Paarthurnax's snout, "Will I be allowed to come back home?"

"Geh, you will in time. For now Odahviing will watch over you and keep you safe," Paarthurnax murmured giving Dovahkiin a gentle nudge of his snout, pushing him away. Sadness entered him as he watched Dovahkiin fly away on the younger dragon's back. He wondered if he would see his kul again. With many dangers about, many things could happen. He trusted Odahviing to protect Dovahkiin, yet he still worried.

Dovahkiin watched Paarthurnax until he was just a spot, "Odahviing, do you believe I will see him again?" Dovahkiin asked quietly. Even though the wind was roaring by them he knew the dragon heard.

"Geh, I do. Unless his brother kills him when he returns. It is something you should be prepared for Dovahkiin," Odahviing answered him honestly.

"Geh, you are right. We will have to wait and see," Dovahkiin murmured, giving the huge mountain that had been his home for so long a final glance. He could feel his eyes burning with unshed tears, but he wasn't going to show them. The Dov showed no weakness nor would he. He would not dishonor his father like that. Paarthurnax may not be his true father, but he was the only one he knew and he would honor his father's teachings.

"It is time to hunt and then leave," Odahviing reminded him, testing to see how Dovahkiin would react.

"Geh, we will hunt and then leave. Then we continue my training until it is time to return," Dovahkiin stated firmly.

Odahviing gave a loud roar of pride before dipping low to the ground and catching their prey.