The Dragonrider- A Skyrim Fanfiction

Revenge

I awoke as the blackness that had enveloped me dispersed from my mind. Now, I could only think of one thing. Mirmulnir. My friend who had defied the laws of man and helped me. As I jumped up from the stream, I realised that I wasn't too far down the road from my home, Riverwood. As I grabbed my belongings, I headed across the stream, before washing my gaping gashes and cuts clean. I approached a small cliff and was ambushed by 3 wolves. I chuckled, but remembered that more important things were at hand. Using what small spells I am adept at, I sparked electricity from my left hand, while holding fire in my right, and punched a pair of them as they came to me. They both growled in pain before feeling the shock of electricty, and then death. The 3rd was smarter; he cowered in fear and ran away. I pressed onwards before coming on a spiralling path. With urgency, I skipped the path and just jumped downwards below to the road, only to see a group of Imperial's escorting a Stormcloak prisoner to Whiterun, presumably.

Personally, I don't understand what so many people have against the Imperial's. They've been here longer than the rebellion, and have been entrusted with protecting Tamriel for ages. Who do the Stormcloak's think they are, thinking they own Skyrim. The High King is dead, and the Imperial's are doing their job! And they need the alliance with the Thalmor, or else they would destroy us all!

Sorry about that, just rambled on for a bit. I do that quite a bit. After nodding at the guards, I followed the road to see friends of mine. Alea the Huntress, my love intrest, was attacking a giant at a nearby farm with her... OUR fellow companions. I pulled out my bow, and with a few well aimed shots, which were perfect thanks to hours of practice with Alea. The giant fell as Alea gave me her thanks, and a peck on the cheek. "How are things, love?" She asked. My mind returned to Mirmulnir. "Um, great my love. Now I must leave. Farewell!" She turned her head in confusion as I ran towards the Watchtower. I neared from a distance to see my Dragon, in self defense, fighting Whiterun guards. Part of me was relieved, as I doubted a few normal guards could slay the awesome beast. But then, as he landed just near a rock I was hiding behind, a warrior who didn't wear the normal guard uniform ran with such grace and speed I was overwhelmed with awe. The warrior was hooded from head to toe, and was so obscured it was impossible to tell wether they were male or female. The warrior leaped onto Mirmulnir's neck, dodging his burning breath, and pulled out two steel swords, plunging them deep into Mirmulnir's throat. He gasped in pain and fell to the ground. What happened next was even more bizarre than a human defeating a Dragon. Streaks of magic flew from the body of Mirmulnir into the warrior, filling them with its power. All that remained left was the dried skeleton of my beloved friend. I covered my mouth, forcing myself not to scream. The other soldiers all congratulated them the warrior, and all concluded the same fact as I did: The warrior was the Dragonborn. They all began to return to Whiterun as I remained behind. I slowly crept towards the eerie skeleton of my old friend. I placed my hand on his forehead, and felt his cold life sweep away. I was so filled with emotion, a collapsed to the ground a screamed. My tears turned to anger. The Dragonborn would pay for his crimes. The Dragonborn would die at my hand. The Dragonborn would die at the wrath of the Dragonrider.

As I climbed the 7,000 steps, I had wished that I had Mirmulnir with me again to ride me upwards. The wolves were no challenge, and the troll was easily dispatched with a few well placed arrows. As I approached High Hrogthar and pushed open the large doors, I saw another person, hooded from head, surrounded by the Greybeards. I recognised him instantly. I ran towards him with speed and ferocity as I pulled out my sword. As I charged he yelled at me, his shouts pushing me back. "Fus...Ro DAH!!!" But as soon as he said 'Fus' I dodged out of the way and his shout slammed into the wall. Now closer, he had no time for shouting and he was only just able to bring his sword up to my attack. It was now that I got a chance to fully examine the Dragonborn. And... she was beautiful.

Sorry for the short chapter, will try and increase future chapters! Please comment and vote!!!