Author: PLEASE READ- Bear in mind this is a different layout in story to the original game. I do not own Skyrim and all that crap... The 'dragonborn' (Or is he?) Has already completed most quests except the main story line has just begun. It happens slightly differently as you will see... ENJOY OR ELSE.

Chapter 1-Old Friends

Ten years. Ten full years since Alduin, the world eater, was banished. She was gone. Forever. At least that's what the Nords said. Parthurnaax knew better. She would return.

He sat atop the edge of the throat of the world the scent of snow drifted around him and snowflakes danced through the air. Peace. Serenity. 'At least it will be for a while' the old dragon murmured to himself. The elder scroll had not banished his sister for forever and she would return.

'Who is there' he grumbled as the sound of wing beats flapped from behind him. A large bulky red dragon appeared behind him.

'Odahviing?' He was surprised 'Aren't you out causing terror and panic in this land with the others?'

The red dragon growled 'Hi mindok zu'u lost nid drem ko dinok!'

'That may be true but you have disturbed my rest. What do you laan, require?'

'She is dead' he stated dully, referring to the world eater herself.

'Then find your family and spend your last few eruvos, years with them.' Parturnaax spoke with hatred, what the others had done in the war was disgusting and he could not forgive them or, indeed, himself.

Metal clashed against metal as the young warrior's hand met the bandits helmet, crunching it under the force. Another bandit rushed him from behind but was met with a powerful fist to his nose which stunned him, as he stumbled back the warrior grabbed his neck in his right hand and lifted him as far up as possible. With a tremendous smash the bandit was forced to the ground from the air. This wasn't, however, intended to kill him. The ball of the warrior's foot came down on him like a brick distorting his helmet in several directions, all of which, buried into the bandit's face.

The warrior picked up the sword in the dead bandit's hand and threw it across the courtyard, going straight through a bandit on the other side. Another one ran at him and swung a punch that went just wide, the man swung another punch with his left that was blocked by the warrior's forearm and looked up to see a foot collide with the side of his head from an extremely well-aimed roundhouse kick to the temple. The dragon bone in the warrior's boots drove through his flesh and into his brain causing instant death. The warrior was distracted by another bandit so that he couldn't see the archer with a daedric bow with him in his sights.

The warrior sensed this however and used an uppercut to the woman in front of him to break her jaw which caused her to momentarily pass out. In this moment, the warrior grabbed her arm and swung her around 180 degrees for her body to be impaled by the oncoming arrow. She died. Another arrow was fired and embedded itself in his shoulder. The warrior barely even registered it and snapped it in half. Another one hit his stomach and he did the same thing all the while walking towards the archer with purpose and power in his stride. The archer upped his game and fired at the man's head.

Just before impact however the warrior's hand shot up and grabbed the arrow mid-flight. The archer finally broke with fear. He turned to run only to find the warrior had thrown the arrow into the back of his head.

"Thank you for 1000 septims Mr Bandit. That was the easiest bounty hunt ever!" The warrior's voice was deep and slightly cocky. He collected up all the gold from the bodies and stood up. His broad torso was as thick as a tree trunk and his legs were like logs, well that is if logs were covered in dragon bone. He was a good 6 foot 5 inches and his biceps looked nothing out of place and would put many weight lifters to shame

"Well money to collect and all that" The warrior sighed "To Dragonsreach!"

"Ah, hello friend!" Jarl Balgruuf almost shouted "Where have you been?"

"You know those pesky little bandits?" The warrior asked (You'll find out his name later for a reason) his arms were crossed and he leaned against one of the many wooden pillars that were in Dragonsreach.

"The ones at the watchtower?" The watchtower had recently been attacked by bandits and the guards had no hope of beating them. That's right. He beat up something that an entire guard force could not. He's reeeeaaalllyyyy overpowered!

"Yep, those ones"

"What about them?" Hope in his voice he knew what was coming.

"Killed 'em" He smirked under his helmet.

"No, there are too many of them not even you could do that!"

"But I did and you can check for proof" His cockiness had really kicked in now.

"And I suppose we shall be rewarding you"

"That's what I figured yes" He wasn't rude or obnoxious or anything he was just joking around.

"How about 2000 septims?"

The warrior's face went white. That was a lot of gold for a few bandits. Something was going on. "Why s-so much?" He stuttered. His cool kid act was down and he was nervous.

"And tell you what, for everything you've done for this city I name you Thane of Whiterun, the ceremony is tomorrow night and everyone can come!" And of course, everyone wanted to come. He was one of those people that everyone liked. Also, to meet such a famous and powerful warrior and fighter.

"That still doesn't explain why you gave me so mu- "

"Silence, Breezehome now also belongs to you."

He went even more pale, if he could have done that. "But why?"

"As I said you have done so much for me and the city!"

"No I mean really why" The cool act was back on.

The Jarl sighed. "There is someone who wants to see you and they say it's important."

"So not all those reasons…" He was disappointed, he thought the Jarl was rewarding him.

"Actually, I was already going to do that but then this… Person appeared and said they needed to see you immediately so I thought I might as well do it sooner rather than later!"

"Well let's go and see who awaits!"

The Jarl stopped. "They wanted to see you alone"

"But why would the- "

"They're on the great porch at the very far side of the gates, now go quickly!" The Jarl was scared, that much was obvious…

He was taken aback by the sudden fear radiating from the mighty Jarl of Whiterun. "Very well…"

TIMEULAR SKIPULAR

"So, you wanted to see me- "He stopped mid-sentence. A tall woman with a black hood that concealed her entire face stood before him. She wore daedric armour and a long cape that covered her entire back down to her ankles. She was obviously very muscular and well built. She was basically reeeaaallllyyyy good looking.

"Yes, I did" Her voice was very even and calm, almost hypnotic. "The coming approaches and- " She stopped when she turned around and saw him. She was looking him up and down. Obviously, she was interested. She composed herself. "As I was saying, the dawn approaches and you have to pick a side."

'What?' he thought "Ummm I don't know who you are or what you want with me but the war is over." Little did she know that he had wandered away from the empire and taken every hold single handily. The imperials were shocked but they believed him and so did everyone else.

Even with the hood on he could almost sense her scowl "Not that war you fool"

"Rude" He muttered under his breath.

"The dragon war"

He instantly decided she was insane "Listen miss the dragon war ended in the Merethic era which was aaaageess ago"

"The second comes"

"Another dragon war?" Ha, very funny, he was almost laughing.

She lunged at him with a sword in hand. However, just before she reached him, he grabbed the sword and twisted it around forcing her to crumple under the weight of his arm. "How dare you" She spat.

"I don't know who you are-"

"I am stronger than you that's who!" She yelled, her voice was getting slightly deeper and more demonic. He pushed down feeling her bone on the edge of snapping.

"Yeah, right. I'm the best at what I do, and the best at a lot of other stuff and I kind of don't want to hurt you" He hissed I her ear.

"Why not!" She growled at him.

"You're weaker than me!"

This got her riled up. "HOW DARE YOU PUNY MORTAL, YOU MAY BE PART DOVAH BUT YOU WI- "

"Part what?"

"YOU ARE PART DOVAH!"

"I'm sorry you've lost me…" He edged closer, confused.

She sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "Dovah is, in our language, a dragon, you imbecile"

It was too much. He burst out laughing. However, this time she was much too fast and sent a backwards kick to his groin causing him to double over. At this point the game was on and an all-out fight had started, he realized this too late as another foot came at him, this time aiming for his ribs. He spun sideways, too late. She hit, winding him and causing him to crash to the ground. Within seconds she had her knee on his chest and a poisoned dagger at his throat, basically he'd lost.

"You were saying" he just managed to wheeze.

"You are the dragonborn" The what?

"Excuse me?"

Once again she sighed in annoyance "The dragonborn is a 'mighty warrior' whose destiny it is to destroy the world eater, devourer of souls, Alduin…"

Oh gods no. He knew who Alduin was, she was the most powerful dragon ever. The clue was in the name really. "How do you expect me to believe that?" He coughed out, she was almost choking him.

"That is really not my problem…" He could sense her smirking.

"Then why come at all?" In the most scolding voice he could attempt at making and, thanks to the situation, he sounded like a scared puppy.

"Because I am Alduin." Fear hit him like a truck. His normal broad and muscular body almost seemed to shrink in a matter of seconds. The devourer of souls, eater of worlds… Alduin stood before him, with a dagger at his throat no less. "Well not the complete version of the goddess, I am merely a… sliver of my own mighty soul."

"Why not kill me then?" Instantly regretting asking such a stupid question.

She chuckled "I want a true fight. I want to fight you in sovngarde in exactly five years no more, no less. Face me not as Dragonborn but as a true Dovah!"

She stepped back. And, almost as fast as she'd appeared s purple ball of smoke engulfed her. It shone for a moment or two then disappeared.

A good ten minutes went by before he whispered quite an inappropriate word to himself. 'Alduin' he thought, 'the world eater…'

CHAPTER TWO-POWER OF your average warrior

"So yeah basically in like five years I've got to fight this evil, fiery dragon chick in that place where people go to die or something like that…" He just managed to spit the words out of his mouth. The fact he's drunk twenty odd pints in the past ten minutes wasn't really helping. The bannered mare was a wonderful place but, today, had a very… peculiar atmosphere, it was almost dangerous.

"Sir would you like to go to your room? I'm sure you'll be alright until the morning." The innkeeper asked in a soft tone. This was probably best and, though extremely drunk, the young warrior agreed.

As he stumbled off to his room, however, he tripped over the bench by the fire and landed in a tangle with the bard Mikael. Mikael was, to be honest, a jerk and deserved what was about to come to him. "Watch it you creep" He scolded as he shoved him. Nope didn't work, he was too heavy to lift.

"Sorry" The drunk muttered in a sarcastic tone then started stumbling onwards to his destination which was only five metres away but, to him, was like running a marathon. He didn't make it far before stopping in his tracks due to the bard's response.

"I wouldn't expect anything more from the freak who's apparently going to slay the none existent world eater. She's dead! Died ages ago!" He must have overheard his ramblings and thought it funny. The man barely had time to even blink before what felt like one-hundred and fifty pounds of muscle wrapped itself around his waist and tackled him through the closed door of the pub. The wood splintered under his weight and the men rolled down the stairs. The warrior was the first to rise and grabbed Mikael by the scruff of his shirt and brought his face inches from his own.

"What was that bard?" His drunk almost rasping tone was gone and he was as deep as a dragon's growl.

"Go on then you freak, hit m-" The bard's face was covered in blood seconds later as he was thrown twenty metres through a small market place into the lesser district of Whiterun. It was midnight and hardly any guards were patrolling the city.

The fight (more like a beating) raged on with Mikael making contact with almost every part of the marketplace faster than he would have liked. The execution ended though when two guards ran up to them.

"What's going on here gentlemen?" Granted it looked a bit suspicious for a six foot, dragon bone plated, warrior holding quite a small man's throat in between his hands, but it could have been worse.

"Hello good guards of Whiterun. You see this idiot, pig skin hitting(drums), whelp of a man called me a freak. Yes, yes I am drunk but if anything, I'm more reasonable in this state!" He blurted out.

Then without warning Mikael started crying. What a wuss.

The guards stood taller, their brown fur boots and gauntlets were weak but their still face covering helmets and yellow clothed chainmail could take a sword or two, they were still intimidated. "I guess we'd better arrest him then right?"

The other looked hesitant, no one liked Mikael granted, but the real problem was arresting the titan of a… well whatever he was under that dragon bone mask. "Y-yes we had ought to do that!" His strong Nordic accent cracked as he said this.

The warrior was tired and couldn't be bothered to keep fighting Mikael so gave the guards a break, dropping Mikael on the floor. He murmured. "Sure, just like, handcuff me or something…" They did just that, however on their way to the prison the short richly clothed business man, Nazeem, asked an extremely stupid question concerning the cloud district (The place where rich people live in Whiterun) "Do you get to the cloud district often? Oh, what am I saying, of course you don't!" This was met with their skulls meeting and one of them falling over, you can probably guess who, and the guards and the survivor continued walking towards the jail…

It was quite a dull jail. I'm not sure if there's such thing as a fun prison. I mean, they're not meant to be fun, right? His cell was small and contained a small table with some plates and cheese, a knife or two accompanied them. Strangely enough there was a man who had obviously tried picking the lock only to find his arm was stuck and was taken out and he hadn't seen him since then. A furry cot was on the far left of the cell and had a leather sleeping bag dumped on top of it. Not the nicest place if you ask me. He made a mental note, however, of the fact there was a grate with holes large enough for him to fit his arm through in the middle of the room.

"Right then, you'll stay here until morning and we'll let you out then eh?" The guard stood cross armed at the closed cell door a few feet away not daring to step closer he noticed.

"Yeah, yeah sounds fine I guess…" The warrior was fast asleep before he even hit the bed.

The guard started walking away grumbling to himself how he was an adventurer until something happened to his knee.

Author: Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading! This is my first chapter in a hopefully large story! If you enjoyed please like or something! Please tell me what happens next since chapter 2 is unwritten! Should he train more or continue adventuring? Maybe something else entirely? Cya noobs...