The Savior of Nirn

Pecry Jackson fall in to the world of skyrim


6. Dragon Rising


The Jarl's court wizard, Farangar, was apparently researching dragons and needed someone to "fetching" for him. He told me to search through Bleak Falls Barrow - I remembered Hadvar briefly telling me about it, it was an Ancient Nord burial tomb - and find something he called the Dragonstone, which was some ancient tablet which had some Nordic dragon burial map, blah blah blah. The thing that caught my attention was that he thought it help tell him how the dragons returned. Any information about the dragons was good to me, so I accepted.

I bought a room in the Bannered Mare, sort of hoping Quaranir or Nirien would show up in my dreams, but that didn't happen. When I woke up, I thanked the barkeep, Hulda, and headed out.

The market square during the day was filled with people, including a few elves with golden skin. They were looked at stalls, walked between the stores, or just talked. No one paid me any heed, which I appreciated. I wasn't in this place to make friends - I had important stuff to do. I missed having my friends at my side, but I'd have to make do.

Anyways, I backtracked to Riverwood and asked the elf, Faendal, where the Barrow was. He managed to point me in the right direction. After walking along a rocky path and disposing of 3 angry bandits (and taking their 50 septims, thank you very much), the Barrow was in view.

Black stone structures stuck out of the ground seemingly at random. A set of stairs led up to a main platform, where the actual entrance probably was. I shivered, looking up. Snow had begun to fall. I approached the barrow slowly, wishing I had someone to watch my back. Being alone was something I never liked.

More bandits. I tried warning them and giving them a chance to run, but they didn't. I hated killing people pointlessly like this, but they gave me no choice. People here liked dying for what they believed in - which I respected, but it was too excessive. I looked at the entrance of the tomb, and took a deep breath.

"You did it! You killed it. Now cut me down before the others show up!" cried Arvel, as he struggled against his webby trap.

I had gone through three more bandits and a really freaking big spider. I overheard one of the first two bandits talking about this guy, saying that he held the key to the inner sanctum. I need that key. I was hoping that this guy would either help OR I could just take the key. I'd prefer to have someone watching my back, but...

"Where's the key?" I demanded.

"Yes! The claw! I know how it all works! The claw, the markings, the hall of stories... I know how they all fit together!

"Cut me down and I'll show you. You won't believe the power the Nords have hidden in here."

Did I mention the really big spider had tied him up in a web? I sighed. "Fine. Let me cut you down."

"Sweet breath of Arkay, thank you!"

I slashed at both sides of his webbing, cutting him down. He fell to his feet, shaking off the webs. I took a step forward. "Where's the key?"

"You fool, why should I share the treasure with anyone?" He laughed as he ran down a tunnel behind the web.

That jerk! I ran after him, panting. He went through a half-circle and then down a flight of stairs, where I saw quite possibly the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life.

Three zombie-looking beings carrying swords looked at Arvel and growled. The lead one swung his greatsword and cut off Arvel's head in one swing. I thought they hadn't noticed me, but they turned towards me and roared. I tightened my grip on my ghost Riptide and charged in.

I was finally in the main chamber, thank the gods.

After through about a million of those zombie things and almost had gotten myself sliced in half a few times. My theory about getting somebody to watch my back was correct - I desperately could use the help. I was in danger of getting surrounding, and that was never good. Anyways, after staring at a door for around ten minutes, I realized that the Golden Claw had the freaking combination on it.

So we're all caught up. Okay. The main chamber had a curved wall in the center with a dragon design and the top of it. As soon as I saw it, I felt a faint tingling. I took a step forward. The tingling increased as I got closer and closer to the wall.

Before I knew it, I was in front of the curved wall. "Woah," I muttered as a strange blue magic swirled towards me. I took another step forward.

The blue magic washed over me, and my vision left me for a few seconds. As my vision returned, the blue magic reinvigorated me. I felt as though someone had dumped a cold water on my head. A zombie-guy jumped out of the coffin behind me. A few quick slashes and he was down. A chest sat next to the poor fellow's coffin, which I opened on a hunch. A heavy stone tablet was in the chest, next to some gems. I put the tablet in my rucksack and threw the gems in my moneybag, hoping I'd find use for them later.I took the very obvious back exit, and came out on a rock. After wandering around for a bit, I found a path towards Whiterun. I was back in Dragonsreach before the sun went down.

I went straight to the wizard's lab. He was taking to a hooded woman in armor, and they appeared to be arguing. "-are you sure this man is competent? What if he-"

"Ah, yes, the Jarl's protege!" cried Farangar as he interrupted the woman. "Back from Bleak Falls Barrow? You didn't die, it seems."

"No, I did not. And I got your Dragonstone."I pulled the tablet out of my rucksack and set it on the table.

"It seems you are a cut above the brutes the Jarl typically sends me." Farangar said happily, clapping his hands together.

"So you have the Dragonstone. What's next?" I asked.

Farangar had ignored me. "So your information was right after all. And we have our friend here to thank for recovering it for us." he said to the woman.

"You went to Bleak Falls Barrow and got that? Nice work." She said to me. Her voice seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Just send me a copy when you have it deciphered-"

"FARENGAR!" cried Irileth, who came running into the lab. "Farangar, you need to come at once! A dragon has been sighted nearby."

My heart began to beat. Was it Alduin? Already?! It couldn't be. Irileth turned to me. "You should come too."

As the woman walked out of the room, Farangar exclaimed, "A dragon! How exciting! Where was it seen? What is it doing?"

"I'd take this a bit more seriously if I were you. If a dragon decides to attack Whiterun I don't know if we can stop it." Irileth snapped back. She began to walk, and Farangar and I followed her. We went up a set of stairs that led to some kind of tactics room. Jarl Balgruuf was standing in the middle.

A standard Whiterun guard was standing in front of him. As we came up, Balgruuf said, "So, Irileth tells me you came from the Western Watchtower."

"Yes, my lord."

"Tell him what you told me. About the dragon." Irileth sternly said to the guard.

"Uh... that's right. We saw it coming from the south. It was fast... faster than anything I've ever seen."

"What did it do? Did it attack the Watchtower?" I asked.

"No, my lord. It was just circling overheard when I left. I never ran so fast in my life... I thought it would come after me for sure."

"Good work, son. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for food and rest. You've earned it."

"Yes, my Jarl."

As the guard walked off, Balgruuf said, "Irileth, you'd better gather some guards and get down there."

"I've already ordered my men to muster at the main gate."

"Good. Don't fail me." He turned to me.

"We don't have time to stand on ceremony, my friend. I want you to go with Irileth as help you fight this dragon. You survived Helgen, so you have more experience with dragons than anyone else we know of."

I nodded my head solemnly. "I haven't forgotten the service you've done for me and Farangar. As a token of appreciation, I've instructed Proventus that you're permitted to purchase a house in the city now. And please, accept this gift." He handed me a glowing ring. "This should make you impervious to fire. I wish you good luck."

"Thank you sir." I said. This ring wasn't quite as cool as the One Ring, but I sure it would help me out. Especially since I was about to go after a dragon. One thing he said struck me. "You said something about a house...?"

"Talk to Proventus for details once this dragon is dealt with."

"Okay, sir." I bowed and followed after Irileth, thinking about how nice a house would be.

"No sign of the dragon, but it sure looks it's been here."

We were standing next to a rock about a football field from the Western Watchtower. Chunks of the tower were missing and piles of flaming rubble were scattered in the surrounding area. Yeah, looked like a dragon hit this place.

"I know it looks bad, but we've got to figure out what happened. And if that dragon is still skulking around somewhere." Irileth told me and her four city guards. "Spread out and look for survivors. We need to know what we're dealing with."

As the four guards poked around in the surrounding rubble, I found a way to check the tower by climbing up some crumbled pathways. When I got to the tower, another guard came out.

"No! Get back! It's still here somewhere! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!" He babbled.

"What happened here? Where's this dragon?" Irileth demanded.

"I don't know-" a deafening roar rippled across the sky and a shadowy figure flew over the tower. "Kynareth save us! Here it comes again!"

The dragon roared again. One look and I could tell it wasn't Alduin, thank gods. This dragon was more of a typical dragon - no spikes, scaly with a pointed tail. I summoned Riptide and readied Sparks.

I could by the way that the dragon was flying about that it wouldn't be easy to get hits on it with Riptide. I managed to get Sparks up to the dragon, but I decided to take cover until it hovered down so I could get in a good hit.

The dragon began to hover, so I popped out of cover and shot more magic at the dragon. It roared fired and sank to the ground, turning to me, furiously. I gulped, hoping the ring Balgruuf had given me would hold up. I ran up to the dragon and stepped up to it, slashing it's snout. It reared back and blew a gout of fire. I dove to the right instinctively, but my entire lower body was caught in the flames. I didn't catch fire. The ring worked!

I jumped back out into the open and went to town. I repeated slashed the dragon's snout, dodging and blocking his jaw attacks. After surviving another fire attack, I slashed him across the mouth, and the dragon cried out: "Dovahkiin, no!"

Dovahkiin... wasn't that the word Quaranir used? Whatever, I'll think about it later. I turned around to see Irileth and the guards staring open-mouthed at me. As soon as I turned around I figured out why.

The dragon's skin had begun to... burn. They turned bright yellow and floated off of the dragon's body. Soon the whole dragon's body was covered in glowing fire. Whisps of yellow magic shot off of the scales and into... me.

Suddenly, a wave of knowledge washed over me. The dragon's name was Mirmulnir. Allegiance Strong Hunt. Fus. Force. Thu'um. Shout. What did all of that mean?! As the magic stopped washing over me, I felt reinvigorated. My wounds heal.

A period of silence took place. One of the guards finally said, "I can't believe it! You're... Dragonborn!"

"What does that even mean?" I asked, desummoning Riptide.

"From the very oldest tales - back when they were still dragons in Skyrim - the Dragonborn would slay dragons and steal their power.

"That's what you did, didn't you? You absorbed the dragon's power?"

Steal the dragon's power? How was that possible? Sure, the magic waves had come straight to me, filling me with strange words and strength, but... had I really just taken a dragon's soul inside of me? This was some two-soul horcrux shenanigans. "I have no idea what happened to me." I answered honestly.

"Try to shout," the guard said. "According to legend, only the Dragonborn can shout without training, the way the dragons do..."

"I'll try."

I was confused by what he meant by "Shout". Did he mean just scream out a random word? I had seen both Alduin and Mirmulnir say some sort of incantation before power erupted around them. I stood there stupidly for a second until the word Fus rang in my mind again. "FUS!" I cried.

A wave of blue force erupted from my face. I accidentally got one of the guards in the blast. He stumbled but caught himself.

The guards began to talk amongst themselves about legends their grandfathers told them. I turned to Irileth. "So do you believe all of this?" I asked her.

"I believe something strange did happen. But I've seen plenty of things just as outlandish as this. If I were you I would to Jarl Balgruuf. He will be able to make sense of all this."

"Will do."

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