Scales and Hearts | A Skyrim Fanfiction

Prologue

Alduin

Approximately a day ago...

Underneath the twilight skies of Tamriel, beneath the heavenly light of the moons and the stars, a beast of epic proportions was gazing down upon the land with a menacing gaze. A gaze full of disdain, full of anger, full of ice-cold fury.

"Taazokaan fen mah, zu'u fen du sil do daar joor, ahrk daar Lein fen meyz dii..." hissed the World Eater in a cold whisper to himself, his ebony-black, spiky, muscular body rippled like tar as he strode around his spot in the mountains, his thick scales and savage talons scraping against the stone. Alduin moved with a slow, yet menacing pace, his burning red eyes taking in everything with a critical gaze as he lumbered around, his every footstep causing the snow to crunch and the ground to shake a little at the sheer size of him. 'All will shake in fear upon seeing me... including the Dovahkiin...'

The great Dovah had a feeling in his mighty soul that the Dragonborn had returned to Nirn, that feeling's presence was only growing stronger as the hours went by, causing Alduin to grow the slightest bit impatient, 'where are they?' He wondered, turning his eyes to the moons above, causing his eyes to glow in their light.

'Tomorrow can yield the results I am wanting... it will. I know it will... the Dovahkiin will be revealed to me at last... and my reign over Tamriel will begin... and I shall not be stopped...' he chuckled darkly as his thick, elongated tail lashed, and he turned his eyes away from the moons as he turned around, looking back down at the quiet village below his spot in the mountains. Alduin could vividly imagine tearing this village to pieces, his maw raining hell upon the mortals below as he set their buildings ablaze, and he could feel his talons sinking deep into the bodies of his unfortunate victims before he took them in his savage jaws and siphoned the souls from their fleshy prisons. The thought of devouring mortal souls caused Alduin's wings to tremble with sick excitement, the feeling of a struggling spirit flowing into his stomach made the World Eater smile cruelly, his fangs shining in the moonlight. "I will get my chance soon..."

Screams and roars echoed through his mind as various dragons flashed through his psyche; fire, blood, and ice spilled across Skyrim's soil as mortals fell underneath the mighty wings of the Dovah.

"Look out, Tamriel... your end is near..."