Bok Alok-Dilon

Vast grass fields of sea green rolled over the plain, clouded by the bellows of eerie smoke and ash. Marring the once plentiful fields of grain and crops gone.

Pure white banners flowed in the wind, the edges of gold, singed black with the intense heat of a dragon's flame. The strong walls caved and collapsed in the centre of the tower, exposing it to the chilled air.

Long straight lines of fire crossed each other like a slash onto the land. Parts of crushed cobble littered the ground, blood staining its grey mortar as dotted corpses lay over the grass.

Behind a small outcrop a few hundred feet away from the ruined watchtower. A small gathering of 6 joined together.

"No signs a dragon right now, but it sure looks like it's been here." The housecarl, Irileth, stated.

"There may be some survivors inside the tower...If they got lucky." Lucius said, noticing the stretched body of one guard whose intestines joined his butchered remains.

Irileth joined Lucius's look. "I know this looks bad." "Putting it lightly" Ciri mumbled. "But we've got to figure out what happened... And if that dragon is still skulking around somewhere." Irileth finished, ignoring Ciri's comment.

"Spread out and look for survivors, we're wasting time just stood here." Lucius said.

"We'll check the tower." Ciri announced to the group, catching up to Lucius.

"So what'd you think? Any survivors, Lucius?" Ciri asked, walking beside him.

"I don't know. But, the tingling in my head and building anger is coming back to me." He replied, taking his first step up to the tower.

"Some sort of dragon sense?" The girl thought aloud.

"No! Go back! It's still here somewhere! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed trying to make a run for it." A wounded guard limped out the tower, falling onto his side on a pile of rubble.

Irileth ran to support him. "Guardsman what happened here! Where's the dragon...Quickly now!" She demanded.

"I-i don't know." He hushed holding his side.

Lucius reached the second floor of the tower looking out of the gaping hole, watching the smoke rise towards Bleak falls barrow.

"Gods." Lucius whispered. "It's coming back!" He shouted down to the group.

"Kynareth save us, it comes again." The guard whimpered.

An ear shattering roar shook the ground they stood on. A whirling shadow of bronze scales flew past Lucius and Ciri and released chaos from its breath. It's wings a hurricane, teeth like daggers and its claws. Each long enough to split a man in two.

The sight made Lucius see red. Unexplained rage blinded his mind, red hot blood pumped through his veins, and an eerie glare gripped its place firm in his eyes. Turning his pale eyes into glowing liquid silver.

"Thuri du hin sil ko Sovngarde!" The dragon roared, swooping down and throwing a guard into a tree. Resulting in the tree splintering, and the guard crumpling like paper.

"Talos save us! We can't fight that thing!" One guard thundered.

"Loose your arrows boys! This beast won't fell itself!" Irileth commanded the men, trying to organise the chaos.

"Lucius! Stop glaring at the fucker and do something! You're the firepower here!" Ciri chided Lucius, before she leaped out of the opening with a flash.

Lucius shook himself and his thoughts spiralled as he ran to the top of the tower.

'Fire magic won't work. Ice won't penetrate it's scales...Let's hope i can give it a little shock.' He calculated, reaching the open top of the watch tower.

The dragon came back around. Its slit eyes set on Lucius's now blue figure.

"You are brave! Bahlaan hokoron. Your defeat brings me honour!" A horrible sound left the hovering dragon's mouth. Fire building in its glowing throat.

"And you're a fool." Lucius muttered.

Time seemed to halt.

Huge amounts of pure mana gathered in his palms, projecting a crackling echo on the battlefield.

Clouds gathered. And a mighty bolt of white hot thunder cackled above the arrogant lizard, as if mocking the great beast.

Lucius dived to avoid a stream of flames as an almighty bellow of lightning came down from the heavens, ripping the dragons wing asunder. A shrieked out roar and crack was the remnants of the holy strike. The dragon crashed into the tower and landed on the ground in a resounding bang.

Even whilst watching the dragon fall. Lucius's anger didn't simmer, but instead a cruel grin split on his usually calm face.

Ciri watched in awe of the magic and drew her blade in a quick advance towards the wounded dragon. A black mar on its scaly hide as it howled in suffering.

"Dur joor!" The dragon cried.

Ciri flashed by its hind leg and elegantly spun in a cut to its open tendon, resulting in its tail hitting her away.

Arrows flew to the now grounded dragon bouncing of its scales, as if a mere annoyance.

Another stream revealed itself setting alight one guard, who was too late to get to cover.

"It's down! Don't waste this chance!" Ciri yelled out to Irileth, as she clambered to a standing position.

While this short skirmish played, Lucius reached the door to the tower. An ethereal shimmer of a purple bow in his hand, a charged arrow of ice lay on the bow string.

"Irileth!" Lucius voice rung. "Get the dragons attention!" He requested, drawing the bound bow back.

A nod in response and the dark elf charged over to a piece of rubble as cover, the dragon raging and delirious charged toward her with a roar. Throat building with orange once more.

It opened its jaw only for a shimmering light of white to shoot inside it. Blowing its mouth apart.

"Dovahkiin!? No!!" It raged in fear, watching the arrow silently fly through the air.

A final roar of defeat and the beast lay dead.

All were silent for a long while.

Lucius slumped to the floor. Magic drained, and eyes closed.

'I just killed a fucking dragon.' Lucius mused, a serene smile on his face.

"What's happening" A murmur reached his ear.

With one eye peaking open. Lucius caught sight of the dragon's skin peeling and fading away into a stream of beautiful white, blue, and orange that came straight for him.

"The dragonborn!" A guard gushed, staring at Lucius.

A rush of knowledge battered Lucius's mind. Of force and balance. Push and pull. A single word previously unknown to him ingrained as if he knew it all his life played on his tongue.

"FUS!" He shouted, and what followed was a blue wave of pure force. Reality warped to push everything in his vision forward.

"It's true! You're dragonborn!" The survivor gleefully praised.

"Dragonborn? What do you mean?" Lucius asked the injured Nord.

"In the very oldest tales, when dragons still owned the skies. The dragonborn would slay and steal their powers. That's what you did, didn't you?!" He responded.

"I think you may be right..."Lucius mumbled, before searching for his ashen haired companion.

Ciri limped over to him with a smile. "I got bruised up a bit. I didn't know your mother was a dragon Lucius." She teased in good nature. Drawing a smile from the elf.

"My grandfather told me stories of the dragonborn, like old Tiber septim himself." Another guard piped up, leaving his cover.

"I never heard of Tiber septim killing any dragons." The first guard countered.

"That's because there wasn't any back then, idiot!" Was his response. "They havn't been seen in.... Forever." He finished.

"What'd you say Irileth, you're being awfully quiet." The first guard asked.

"Hmph, some of you would be better off staying quiet than babbling on about matters none of you understand." She grumbled. "What i know is, this dragon is dead. That's good enough for me. Keep your children fantasies to yourselves." She finished.

"You wouldn't understand housecarl. You ain't a Nord." The guard dismissed.

"I've seen all sorts of things in Tamriel just as strange as this. I advice you to trust in your sword arm, not tall tales of a bygone age." She snipped.

"Like dragons?" Ciri bit.

"Whatever, girl. You two should go inform the Jarl. We'll clean up here." Irileth said.

"Hmph!" Ciri huffed, holding out a hand to Lucius. "Let's go, dragon boy." She joked.

He took her hand up with a short laugh. "That name better not stick." He said.

Ciri opened her mouth to reply before a blast shattered itself through the land and an chorus of voices followed.

"DO-VAH-KIIN!"

'Well shit.'

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I did not like this chapter but i wanted to keep my daily streak...sorry if it sucks ass.

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Apparently, i need to stop describing scenes with narrative creativity so much as it hurts peoples minds from it's complexity... I'm starting to get real scared for the future of our societies if people find reading and picturing a scene hard. Truly scary.

I found some images that i think perfectly resembles the Mc's parents in my mind too.

His parentage is something i really want to expand on in the later stages of this story. i feel a lot of fanfics, or stories in general, just use a Mc's parents as a form of "He has X bloodline." Or a stupid rage/realisation moment. So, i want to change that.

Some hints have been thrown around already...

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Also, the Serana vote will be soon. I'll give it 5 days of voting so it's fair and no one accidentally skips past/misses it.

My personal preference is a small little arc where they don't actually get together. Could be a trial romance to help me in writing the genre.

Have a good one.

From your "Patently evil" Author ;)