Tale of Two Dovah

AN: I know… this chapter has been a year in the making.

Chapter 10

Drake grunted in what could only be disinterest as he rested atop the Throat of the World with the elder dragon Paarthurnax, who was meditating upon Alduin's Wall. Drake didn't wish to disturb the older dovah so he lazed about in silence and schemed about how he would throw his own plans into motion. What could he say? He had always adored making plans and getting others to bend to a design of his working and as a Dovah such would be easy! Well, given enough practice.

But a brief tickling in the back of his mind alerted him to a another. "Where is Sito?" he glanced around as if expecting said woman to be around.

That was when Paarthurnax lifted his gaze and opened his eyes to stare at the younger. "She has not yet returned." there was a thoughtful pause. "Troubling, it should not have taken her so long to complete her task." he lifted his neck upwards to the sky as if to ask for answers.

Drake rose, his spines tingling now with worthy. "Where did you send her?" he asked, tone slightly more urgent than his usual drawl.

The old dovah turned and nodded in the direction he'd sent the female dovah. "A word wall, I sent her to thaw it out."

Drake nodded and turned, he thudded forward and with a push of his arms and legs he was off the ground. A flap of his wings kicked up snow with a gust, another pushed him up and forward and soon he was flying across the open skies in the direction Sito had gone to fulfill her duties while a million horrible things ran through his mind about what could have happened to Sito.

Could she have encountered the Dovahkiin? He thought with a new blood chilling shiver. If she had, and if she was killed… then she might not be able to come back at all since her soul… it would be eaten!

A part of him swirled and bubbled with rage. Something inside him demanded that if such a thing had come to pass than the Dovahkiin and all who dared associate with that accursed being should be destroyed and left as nothing but ashes in the winds.

Drake agreed with this suggestion. He was a firm believer in an eye for an eye, or a personnel motto. "Remove both eyes on your first go". Before cold fury could grip him entirely he focused his eyes and observed the area for any signs of the female Dovah, lowering his altitude to assist in this task.

A huff of flame escaped him in anger. The area massive and she could be anywhere, in the forest obstructed by trees! Or in some wide crevice of a mountain side, a larger cave!

He pumped his wings harder, increasing his speed. If he didn't find her, then someone was going to pay dearly. His dovah blood demanded it!

Sito was paying dearly. Or had, once the two brothers had tired themselves out by tickling her, which ironically tired her out too, the three sat, or they sat and she laid belly flat beside them. And now, they were talking like civilized people should after a near death experience and then mistaken intentions.

"So, you're not trying to take over the world?" Salil asked for the fifth time since they'd stopped and chatted, he was lazily chewing on a piece of dried meat while he and Hroki stared at Sito, who swished her tail through the water.

"No. Me and Dr- Ah… Vednahkiin, are just going about life, flying, enjoying the open skies," she grinned… which looked like she was baring her teeth, making the two shift uncomfortably. "Y'know, just existing."

"I suppose that's alright," Hroki said, glancing at her to confirm she wasn't going to eat him or his brother. "A lot better than trying to take over the world by any chance anyways." He laughed, and Salil joined in. Soon, Sito was rumbling her own giggles in mirth at the odd pair.

Once they quieted down, Salil asked. "So, what's its like being a scaly fire breathing doom beast?" Even Hroki appeared interested in that question.

"It's different, I can't describe it… I guess its doomy and fire breathing?" She tried to shrug, but only succeeded in twisting her shoulders oddly, she grunted and almost pouted. "Mostly it's a pain because other dragons are always so… territorial, you're flying along and suddenly one wants a piece of you."

"Sounds like sabrecats, except worse…" Salili shuddered with Hroki. They'd faced those large felines and they were no pushovers alone, they couldn't imagine getting caught in the middle of a pair of angry dragons. Which brought up another question.

"Were you or Vednahkiin the ones to destroy Helgen?" Hroki asked.

Sito shook her massive head. "No, that's wasn't us, that was Alduin." she replied quickly, hoping to avoid the horrible accusations of being the destroyer of Helgen.

From the expressions of utter horror on the pair she guessed she failed spectacularly.

"Alduin!?" they chorused and stood, looking like they'd been dumped into a den full of hungry trolls armed with chainsaws and flamethrowers. An idea that made Sito shiver. "You mean the world eater?" Hroki cried.

"The Bane of Kings!?" Salil added.

"Scourge of Man?!" Hroki further added.

Back to Salil. "He who's Hunger cannot be filled?!"

"The Bla-"

"Yes!" Sito roared with enough force to send both men stepping back, mostly due to a mixture of bad dragon breath and actual volume. "That Alduin! All those titles… Jesus…"

"Who's Jesus?"

"…" Sito thought fast. "Uh… the Dovah word for Akatosh?"

"Oh." they accepted it, and after several moments of deep breathing the pair were looking slightly less panicked. "If it was Alduin, we have to warn someone! Like, the Empire, or even the Stormcloaks!" Hroki stated with urgency.

"Both!" Salil decided with a frown on his face. "Or the Dovahkiin."

"Yeah!" Hroki grinned at his brother. "The Greybeards summoned him, right? So, he should be out there now, training to fulfill his destiny and stop Alduin!"

Sito nodded. "See, things aren't that bad, if its prophesized then it will likely come true." she grinned again. "No need to worry, the Dovahkiin will handle it."

With the Dovahkiin!

"I am freezing my ass off!" Dovahkiin grunted, or rather, as his name really was until a two weeks ago he'd been effectively sucked into Skyrim, a bad Fanfiction plot that his brother Drake would think of! Tyrus grunted softly as he shifted inside his studded armor. The cuffed boots and Nordic gauntlets, a bonded Iron shield and steel sword. And the iconic Iron Helm.

And not an ounce of that was helping with the fact that he was freezing on the climb up to High Hrothgar to report back to those old men on the mountain, he'd received his training and had mastered Fus and Ro, yay! Not really… there was a million other shouts he could learn, and if he remembered rightly the words for Fire Breath were in Sunderstone, The Throat of the World and some crypt you go to on the Companions quest line.

He'd get those next, to be sure since breathing fire came in all sorts of handy like when one was trecking up the side of a mountain that felt like it was below freezing. Still, for all the BS that had plagued him since he'd gotten sucked into Skyrim, or rather woke up in it after falling asleep one night and waking up in the cart at Helgen, he had admitted he never thought killing a dragon would be so excited.

But he'd done it, he'd killed two and absorbed their souls, gained the adoration of White Run along the way and now he was going to fulfill his destiny!

"Assuming I don't freeze to death first." Tyrus muttered, shivering slightly. He'd also met up with Delphine, who'd done her cloak and dagger switch crap, he was only grateful Riverwood was partly on his way back to the Throat of the World lest he be even more angry with her. Though something stuck out to him, she seemed to be holding something back, and now that she had a more real life face he could see she was troubled.

He would have asked, but her paranoia was something he could only match to his brothers. He rolled his eyes, if Drake were in Skyrim he'd probably be having the time of his life just learning words and shouting everywhere. Skyrim addict he was.

Task at hand, he was to finish his training by returning the horn to the beards and receive the final letter of Unrelenting Force, once that was done he would meet Delphine at Kynesgrove to face that one other dragon, and catch a glimpse of Alduin in the process, to prove he was really Dragonborn.

God forbid they go out and kill another dragon closer by, right?

Tyrus sighed again and glanced upwards the stony, snowy path and saw through the blowing snow the steps up to the temple itself. Finally! He thought with a brief, tired smile. He made his way up the steps and pushed the double doors open and stepped into the monastery.

He called out. "Masters! I've returned." he couldn't remember their names, only that was one Wulfgar. And it wasn't the speaker for the lot of them. He proceeded into the main area where two of them awaited. He reached behind him and into his leather pack, retrieved the horn and held it out. "One ancient horn." he said.

Angneir took it and nodded. "Good, you are ready for further instruction."

Tyrus smirked a bit beneath his iron helmet. "Thank you, master."

He'd fulfill his destiny yet.

End of chapter 10

Short, I know, but this was all I could think of to get back into the swings of things! That and this is more "type at my leisure and how much comes to mind" at it while I try to get a plot into working. So, yeah. Night!