Tale of Irethiel

Part 1 I guess

Alduin watched the witch, his fiery red eyes gazing upon her old, scaled skin. His kind had always known how to turn forms, but it took its toll on the eldest. Sometimes, if not done right, they'd stay in their mortal form forever, like the woman. There was, however, an upside for looking like a mortal human, you were to be trusted by her. The dragonborn.

She knew little of the dov, and what they could do. Alduin had caught himself watching over her, whether it be in the form of a mortal or when he wished to roam the skies. He knew it was dangerous, his kind, he, was not to be trusted by the humans. They had only accepted the dovahkiin because of her inborn power to slay- krii, kill.

He should have killed her when he had the chance. Though his plans were not as the mortals had imagined, the girl would certainly be a hindrance. He thought of her regularly, her snow-kissed skin, the way it almost blended with the soft white of which covered the majority of Keizaal land. She had amber eyes, warm and inviting, yet mischievous and off-putting. If he hadn't had a keen sense, he'd only have picked up on her dov blood through the fire dancing in her eyes. She seemed to possess more than one kind of personality, one she showed to her friends and kin, and one she wore on the battlefield. He had once saved her from herself, offering her what so many would have leapt at the chance to get. He had offered her everything, the world, the dov, the mortals, him. He didn't know why, he hadn't thought he'd ever do a thing like that. At first he was attracted to her power, he wanted to dominate the small mortal, show others that he was stronger, superior, even. But the last time he tried he failed, and lost two of his kin to her, making her that much better.

Though he didn't like losing, it's what she did next that doomed him. Instead of killing him then and there, she left. He called out to her, his limp form watching as she walked from him. She must have had some other motive for leaving him alive, there alone on his platform. But then, perhaps, she had some sort of mortal feeling, something that told her that they were alike, and equally alone in their endeavors.

"Alduin" He was awoken from his thoughts as the witch spoke his name, the crystal ball in her hands showing the dragonborn, lead in a field. "She is not harmed, if that's what you are wondering." The witch's words eased his worries, he hadn't a clue as to why he had grown so attached to her. To this mortal menace.

"That is all I need, you may leave." His eyes followed the aged woman as she left, leaving Alduin alone with his thoughts. He tried to think of other things, his plans to restore the dragons to their former glory- but it all went straight back to her.

He did not know why, but he longed to see her. To speak with her in their tongue, even though that would be suicide. He'd have to pretend to be mortal, to not know of dragons. He knew no one else who he could resonate so well with, who didn't get on his nerves. He wanted to be there, next to her in the field, looking up at the sky as he forgot of his lineage, of who and what he was. He knew it was stupid to give into those desires, but he found the constant nagging of his need far worse than bending his will to it.