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The icy touch of the snow crept up her legs as she fell to her knees, blood splattered against her Nordic Armor, each carving dented and bloodied. Her ears rang as her reptilian enemies mourned the death of the first born of Akatosh, their shouts seemed to carry on for miles on end. Snowy wind blew her ruby locks frantically, a soft sigh escaped her pale lips.

"Nii Los, it is...over."

Kit hung onto Parthurnaxx's words bitterly. Her pale eyes met his, a small laugh escaping her chapped lips and in turn rung across the Throat of the World into small bubbles of musical laughter. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her knees numb as she sunk down deeper into the crisp snow, small drops of blood falling onto its surface.

"And here I thought he would pounce on me anytime now. I was simply awaiting for him," she sighed, running her gauntleted fingers through her flaming curls and waves. She hadn't shown it to her master, but she was slowly crumbling inside. The World Eater was dead, never to return and yet she didn't feel accomplished or pleased by his death. To think her enemy had saved her very life only to be killed by Shockwave, her prized glass greatsword, piercing his heart. Kit stood slowly, her legs barely lifting her weight as she limped over to Parthurnaxx, leaning against the crumbled word wall with arms folded over her chest.

"One feels Nahlaas, Alive once more."

The Nord simply nodded, her body sinking slightly. "I suppose I should tell Arngeir of this victory? Or does he and the other greybeards know?" she asked softly, her head hung low and eyes closed.

"Hm...perhaps he knows. Su, the Air, feels calm. Brit, Beautiful."

This caused her to smile, but quickly faltered. Just in her hearing range she heard soft moans, almost painful. She looked to Parthurnaxx, who also moved his large head in a searching manner only to rest easy again atop the wall. Kit ignored it also, shrugging as she made her way down the mountain to High Hrothgar. She encountered a tall wall of shattered ice and snowy wind at the cryptic archway before the sanctuary. With a deep breathe she faced the icy wall.

"Lok Vah Koor!"

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She walked slowly, gulping down vigorous health potions every mile or so to ease her aching body. Parthurnaxx was indeed right about Arngier, he seemed to breath...easier when she entered High Hrothgar. By now she was so close to home, only having faced few wolves and a bear. Downing another health potion she looked up. The sky was a deep purple, blue and green lights splashed along the sky and amongst the stars in soothing waves. Her eyes smiled, but her porcelain face was emotionless. She stopped amongst the small bridge before Markarth, steam passing over the sky to blend with the soft pink tinted clouds. She rested her elbows on the cool surface to stare down into the water of the stream, few salmon swimming quickly past. The shouts and cheers of victory faded by as the miners nearby entered their homes, tankards spread across the area as was spilt ale and mead, the thick golden liquid seeping into the dry dirt. She suppressed a small laugh, reaching into her satchel to pull out a small blue mountain flower. Her thumb ran along the stem as she twirled it in her fingers, the petals glittering.

"Tahrodiis Vahdin! Dii Hokoron!"

The deep voice crawled along her skin. She hadn't hear an earth rumbling landing behind her nor did she hear the flapping of demonic wings. She turned quickly, her hand clasped around the handle of Shockwave as pale eyes met furious crimson. Hair black as raven feathers covered his head in crooked short spikes. His body was that of a Nord, tall and strong, broad shoulders shaking lightly as he spoke with deafening power. Crooked armor clung to his body, the color of ebony and an identical shape of deadric. Alduin.

"H-how? I destroyed you!" Kit shouted, the gentle flower once in her fingers now crushed and wilted in the water as fury and unsettling relief swept over her.

"Zu'u, I thought so as well. Daar Kopraan, this body..." He paused, his crimson eyes boring into her. "Disgusts me."

She huffed in response, pulling her greatsword from her back and holding it before him. Alduin hissed at the blade as sparks skittered across it's glass surface. His demonic ebony gauntlet raised to his chest beside his newfound mortal heart. "I've killed you once and I can easily do it again."

"You are but a Mey, a fool!" He growled, his hand falling from his chest and body slightly tipping.

The Nord eyed him warily, watching as his fury filled eyes studied her. She heard him growl softly and take a crooked step toward her, his hand rushing to grasp his head. She lowered her sword until the tip of the blade barely touched the stone of the bridge. Another hand went to grasp at anything yet he merely fell to ground with a submissive grunt. Kit couldn't help the small gasp at his sudden weakness. She threw her blade back over her shoulder and cautiously knelt next to him, grabbing his stubble covered chin and forcing him to face her. His eyes were closed, but his chest rose and fell as he breathed softly. Her cheeks flushed as she stared at him with awe. Despite his exotic dragon form, the first of Akatosh was beautiful as a human. She would've expected him to be atleast surprised by his form yet he was rather calm about it. I'm going to regret this, she thought bitterly. With a deep sigh she took hold of one of his arms and draped it over her shoulder, wobbling to her feet and practically dragged him into Markarth.

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Her enchanted blade had whipped towards him, Dragonrend preventing him from flying into the purple and pink hued sky of Sovngarde. Her ruby curls washed over her dented armor like a bloody river, her pale steel eyes flickered with vengeance as she sprinted toward him with a fury filled battle cry. The glass greatsword sank deep into his ebony scaled chest, piercing his heart.

"Zu'u unslaad! Zu'u nis oblaan!"

His voice quickly faded as he reared up, the Dovahkiin jumped back from him, her sword plunging itself into the holy ground beside her. With a roar his body, cracking and bloodied, exploded into ash and bone.

Alduin's eyes shot open with renewed fire. His breath came in short pants, a thin film of sweat coated his face and under his armor. He made an attempt to move forward only to be pulled back by chains bounding his hands behind him and to the wall. He grunted and examined the room with disdain. His crimson gaze stared at the different ingredients stacked upon shelves along with leaking potions and hanging rabbits. Beside him a fire cracked and burned slowly, it's orange light flickering over his skin. When he looked forward again he was greeted by steel eyes.

"I see you're happily awake, welcome to Vlindrel Hall..."

He growled at her, baring his teeth. "Release me, Dovahkiin."

She smirked. "I am not that foolish, Alduin. Besides I should've killed you and be done with it." She paused, walking over to an alchemy lab to lean against it, arms folded over her newly repaired armored chest. "However I spared you...for now."

"Krii Dovah, be rid of me!" he roared, pulling on his chains fiercely. The chains around his wrists dug deeper into his flesh with each pull or tug, blood trickling over his wrist causing him to wince slightly. Such weak bodies the humans possess, he thought gravely.

"No."

"Krii Dovah!"

Kit stared at him in anger. If he refused to listen in her simple language then so be it. "Kos Nahlot, Alduin!"

The once dragon quickly stiffened at her command and gave a grunt of compliance. Why she allowed him to live was beyond what he would've imagined. The Dovahkiin had proved to be strong, yes, but she more over caused him ponder many things. Even near death she refused to allow him victory. He was a king amongst mere fragile mortals. He could feel the anger inside of her, the true soul of a Dovah awaiting to be freed. A devious smile plastered itself onto his handsome face. Her cheeks were tinged in pink, her eyes glaring daggers into him. Looking upon her now in his mortal form, he could not deny he held a mutual respect for her. He may still want to rip out her throat, but the respect was still there.

"Tinvaak, Dovahkiin."

Her gaze softened at his normal tone. "Why are you human?"

He thought about her question for a moment. He didn't exactly have a reason, he considered his transformation a last resort. "You destroyed my original form and yet here I lay, conversing with a poor excuse of a Dov," he growled. "But if you must know, I deemed it necessary to become a mortal to ensure I survived Sovngarde!"

Kit gave him a small pat on the cheek. "Even if you 'deemed it necessary' this should be impossible!" she shouted, her hands raising in the air and motioning to him in waving gestures.

"Kiin Jul Mun."

"What does that mean...?"

Alduin smirked. "It means that I have cheated a bitter fate, a shout that has rendered my spirit in that of a man."

Kit snorted. "Yeah you're a real tough guy in those chains. I could easily cut you down, and hate to break it to you, but exploding was a far better death," she stated simply, turning to display the many daggers strapped to her leg from iron to dragon bone. A wicked smile tugged at her lips as the once dragon shuddered at the sight of the dragon bone dagger. "I'm sure you will happily answer my deafening questions!"

Alduin grunted in response. "So be it."

The Dragonborn smiled in triumph. Soon enough she would figure out what to do with him. Maybe give him to the greybeards? Present him to Parthurnaxx? She began to feel uneasy with the terrible possibilities. The greybeards would shout him to death as Parthurnaxx watched in merriment. Kit's smile turned into a deep scowl. "First things first, I need some mead."

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Tinvaak - Speak

Krii Dovah – Kill Me

Tahrodiis Vahdin - Treacherous Maiden

Dii Hokoron - My Enemy

Kiin Jul Mun - Born, Human, Man

Kos Nahlot – Be Silenced