The Adventures Of Fjord

Just A Dream...

                  Alduin was literally steaming mad. Black smoke issued from his nostrils, curling toward the ceiling.

"Dovahkiin! Have I not given enough evidence to join us?" 

"Alduin, you can't expect a normal person to just up and make a huge life-altering decision that quickly. Give me a day to think." Fjord dared to roll his eyes. Alduin snorted angrily, and glowered at the two others before turning down a passageway.

"Is he always like this, Foahdinok?" The frost dragon snorted.

"Yes. But I advise you not to speak ill of him. Who do you think you will side with?"

"I think maybe the dragons. The Blades are just... ew. I can't live with genocide,  you know?"

"I am fortunate to know that you will not be working toward my extinction." Fjord laughed.

"By the way, what time is it? That weird memory thing did something to my internal clock."

"Sundown. I suggest you get some rest, Fjord. After all, you could be dead tomorrow."

"Har har. Nice way to comfort me." Fjord still walked over to Foahdinok, and curled up under his wing. Foahdinok shifted, and pulled the warm little furball closer to his body. 

               Fjord was standing in a forest. It was fall, the leaves many different colours. This was a nice change of pace from death and destruction. His peace was soon interrupted by a loud roar from above him. Alduin had apparently snuck up on him. Something was off about his eyes though...

            Alduin roared furiously, and began chasing Fjord. Darting through the forest, Fjord barely dodged a spurt of fire. The World-Eater's voice boomed through the canopy.

"Dovahkiin! Align yourself with me, or suffer the consequences!" Fjord did not want to know what those consequences were. He had a feeling it involved him being food. Alduin suddenly smashed through the tree layer, and captured Fjord in his jaws.  Fjord felt teeth piercing his armour, and puncturing his thighs. He let out a silent scream, just before Alduin snapped his neck.

           Fjord awoke with a start, hitting his head on Foahdinok's wing. His legs felt awful, and he looked down to see large puncture wounds, almost like a dragon bite.

"Foahdinok? Why are my legs like this?" The frost dragon awoke, turning around to face Fjord.

"It appears to be a dragon bite. Who did this?" Foahdinok was getting more and more warped as time went by, and Fjord knew that the pain was becoming too great to form coherent thought.

"Alduin." Then Fjord just lied there, still, and unmoving.

         Foahdinok didn't know a thing about mortal biology. Nor would Alduin be much help, as he had apparently caused the injury. He gently tossed Fjord onto his back, and went to put him in a more isolated room. Tilpaar could help him. She had healing saliva. Foahdinok flew up and out of the cave, flying as fast as he could toward his destination.

       Fjord awoke to the sight of Foahdinok and a bronze dragoness standing over him. Tilpaar, the one who had almost killed him the last time they met. He felt very sleepy, and even keeping his eyes open was a great effort.

"Will he be alright, Tilpaar?" Tilpaar snorted, and rolled her golden eyes.

"My spit always works, you scaly numbskull."

"He might be in pain."

"He can deal with it. My spit also works as a sedative." The voices continued their conversation, and Fjord felt himself drifting off.

         Fjord awoke, and immediately noticed the change of setting. He was in a much smaller cave now, dimly lit by torches on the walls. He grunted, and got off of the floor. When he checked on the state of his legs, he also found he was completely naked. Fjord let out a squeak of surprise,  and looked around for anything to wear. On the floor, his longer tunic lay. He had just finished putting it on, and he muttered.

"What is happening here?" Fjord did not expect to hear a second voice answer him.

"No idea. I came to check on your wounds." Tilpaar was blocking the cave's entrance.

"Tilpaar?" 

"Yeah, it's me."

"Do you, perchance, er, have any more clothes?" Tilpaar laughed, and threw a pair of pants at him.

"You Joore and your modesty. Dragons are technically naked all the time." Fjord just shuddered, and put the pants on. No more than a minute later, Foahdinok came through the small opening, an angry Alduin in tow.

"What is the meaning of this, you little worm?" His voice was a dangerous hiss. When Alduin saw Fjord, he stopped complaining. He shouted.

"I DID NOT COME HERE TO LOOK AT THE DOVAHKIIN LIKE HE IS A PIECE OF ART! JUST TELL ME WHAT THE DAMNED PROBLEM IS ALREADY!" Fjord cringed. He sure was angry at being disturbed.

"Fjord, take off your pants."

"What?" 

"Just do it, Fjord." Fjord gave him a funny look, but removed them anyway.

"Behold." Fjord stated sarcastically.

"What am I supposed to be "beholding", Fjord?" The World-Eater huffed. Tilpaar hastily turned her laugh into a sneeze. 

"My wounds." 

Alduin hissed, as he had finally noticed the large dragon bite on his thighs. It looked half-healed already. 

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Fjord told us that in his dream, he was hunted and killed by you. These were the wounds he would have received."

"That is an advanced form of dream magic. You can enter the dreams of others, and manipulate them. You could harm the other severely, but not fatally. When they awoke, they would have the same wounds inflicted in the dream."

"How do we know it isn't you?" Foahdinok glared at Alduin.

"I am no good in this branch of magic."

"You could be lying..." 

"I have some unfortunate news. To enter the dreams of another, you must have seen them before. To harm them, you must have spoke to them. That means one of us... Is a traitor."  

        A/N Sorry for the late update! I hope you enjoy this chapter, even though it's kinda short...