.Alduin.
Aldrin sat under the greatforest yggdrasil, the mother tree of the greatforest, from which all the trees had grown.
The tree was composed of ancient magic, which he lived on, giving him powers unmatched and life endless.
The skies overhead darkened, an ominous sign, Alduin sighed, fate would not let him be.
A thunderous roar sounded in the distance, Alduin turned in the direction of the sound.
Using his magic, he let his mind wonder. Looking back he saw himself, sat under the tree.
He pressed onward to the source of the sound.
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The ground was a battlefield, soaked with blood. Ancient magic had been used here, and the skies growled their dissent, thunder rowing overhead.
The dragon turned to face Alduin, even from this distance, she could see him and him, her.
A single tear ran down her face, and he felt the magic hit him, giving him knowledge.
He knew now what he had to do, where he must go.
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After weeks of travel Alduin finally reached the edge of the greatforest bordering the great volcanoes.
He saw the egg then, marbled in black and burning in flames, ancient magic, only hotter flames could extinguish these flames.
Drawing magic from the forest around him, he let loose a blur of words, powerful words.
The fire in his hand started out small and red, but as the flurry of words continued, it grew in size and heat, now glowing white hot.
He pointed his palm to the egg and let his magic flow, the white flames washing over it.
The egg was now cool to the touch, he lifted it of the ground and set on the journey back to yggdrasil.
He would call the drake Aksha, black flames in the ancient tongue.
