The Adventures Of Fjord

The End.

Fjord continued to adventure and explore over the following year, visiting his old friends occasionally. He would often stay near Alduin's lair, half to keep an eye on him, and half because he somewhat enjoyed his company. If you asked him, he'd always deny it. Fjord still maintained his Dragonborn status, but for some reason, the townsfolk treated him like any other random person. Fjord didn't mind, however. He could use a break from constant action.

Alduin minded his own business, mostly. Not that he didn't sometimes enjoy flying over a town and scaring innocent Joore out of their wits. Fjord often stayed near his lair, which could be irritating, but he had to admit, the Khajiit was one of the best mortals he'd met. Of course, he had debated just killing him numerous times when he got particularly annoying, but he decided against it, another war would just be a pain to deal with. However, a year was but a blink in the lifespan of a dragon, so he would inevitably become bored with this...

Foahdinok and Tilpaar lived together like sister and brother over the year, hunting and talking. Tilpaar would occasionally help with bounties pertaining to giants and mammoths, apparently they were quite tasty. The frost dragon especially hated when she'd bring back a whole carcass to their den. She would mock him for being scared of blood, and make a very exaggerated point of eating as messily as possible...

Foahdinok mostly stuck to himself and other dragons, being freed from his life debt. However, he would lie if he didn't mention the fact that every so often, he would adventure with Fjord, not as an underling, but as an equal. The frost dragon probably enjoyed it more than he should've, but as Joore often said, "don't give a damn."

Paarthurnax remained in seclusion on his mountaintop, as Grandmaster of the Greybeards. He taught other dragons that came to him the meditative way of the voice, to control their Dovah natures. Fjord would sometimes make the arduous journey all the way to the top, just to indulge his weakness for speech. Paarthurnax thanked him for this, it was pleasant to talk not just for the purpose of conveying knowledge, but for enjoyment.

Delphine... Her body was ripped to shreds when Miraxsil used her form. Esbern took over as the next leader of the Blades, and they have remained mostly dormant, only killing the dragons that still decided to go rogue and cause trouble. Alduin could revive them afterwards, and completely lost it at them often, causing quite a scene wherever the dragon had fallen. The newly revived dragon was confused and frightened, and stopped whatever tyranny it had been doing...

Miraxsil

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She's supposed to be dead...

Just before the cavern fully collapsed, she cast two spells. One, a waterbreathing spell. It would ensure she wouldn't suffocate. The second one, was and invulnerability spell, to protect her for five seconds, against the rocks striking her body, but she would still be pinned underneath their weight when they settled. She poured part of her life force into this, to make up for her lack of mana. She now would be not as strong, nor as resistant to damage.

When Alduin left, half her body was unburied, allowing her to painfully extract herself from the wreckage. She could not stand after this, wheezing softly, hardly alive. She rested for a day, before she made herself go somewhere. She half limped, half dragged herself to the river next to the town she'd terrorized prior, and drank quite a lot to quench her thirst. The town was still abandoned, or she would've been killed on sight. Everyone knew their story now.

Weeks passed, and she slowly recovered from near death, to only injured. At first, she was filled with a burning hatred for more revenge, more killing, more death and carnage. After more time passed, she begrudgingly realized that Alduin had more or less done her a favor by giving her this new perspective. Same with the others he had with him. Fjord, that little Khajiit, in a way, taught her that revenge was not always the answer, nor fighting.

She lived in her lair near Riverwood, still burning with hatred and a sprinkle of respect, until one special day. Her wings were mostly too hurt for flight, and it would probably take a year for them to heal, even with magic. She could walk now, however. So she did her morning rounds on foot. It had been half a year since the conflict, and she couldn't care less about it now. Mostly.

Walking the area around her base, it was winter. White, white, and more white. Snow was everywhere, and the sparse pine trees were dusted with a light layer of it. It also was obnoxiously loud whenever Miraxsil walked on it, creating crunching noises that continually had her wincing. Coming to the end of her route, she was about to turn back and head home, when she spotted something in the snow. It blended in well, being a silvery grey with white splotches. It was round, and as she approached it, it looked like... an egg of some sorts?

Deciding it was an abandoned dragon egg, she didn't know what to do. Should she put it out of its misery, as its parent would probably never come back? She raised a claw, reaching towards the egg, stopping just short of puncturing it. No.

"It would be wrong to do this...I would be no better than the Blades..." She spoke for the first time in months, confused at hearing her raspy, unused voice, rather than her creepy, honey sweet one. Drawing the claw back, she debated what to do. She was captured by the Blades at a relatively young age, being put though experiments, and the occasional torture session. Shivering at the memories, she also lost her ability to speak and understand the Thu'um and Dovahzul at that time.

After her internal debate, she knew what she had to do. She picked up the egg gently, clutching it to her chest, and began to slowly walk back to her lair, using her wings and tail to steady herself.

Upon reaching the den, she set the egg down in a bed of dried thistles. She smiled, not an evil or sinister one, but a genuine one.

"Maybe I can take a break from villainy for awhile..."