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The Soul of a Dragon

Chapter 1

To The Castle

The sky was clear. A cold crisp blue that made him wish once again for wings. The wind was harsh though. It picked up all of the loose snow and flung the flakes at him, some of them flying through the eyeholes in his mask Morokei. His Arch-Mage robes were better at protecting him from the wind. Though some people had a hard time believing that an apparent fourteen year old was the Arch-Mage. They didn't believe that he was thirty three until they met some of the older members of the college. Tolfdir was a good friend going on fifteen years. The two of them together couldn't tell why he was ageing so slowly. It really brought the Thalmor after him.

There had already been a handful of attempts on his life solely based on that reason. Apparently they just couldn't stand that a breton could age slower than they could.

Adraxian picked up the pace as could started to build. He had just left Winterhold to head to his Tower of Bthalft having turned it into a workshop after he had gained the Aetherium Crown.

He was halfway between Winterhold and Windhelm when a large snowstorm started to grow. The clouds quickly covered the sky and the wind blew even fiercer.

Adraxian looked up into the sky. He weighed the chances of shouting 'Clear Skies' and discarded the idea, it would be better to just weather the storm. Especially as it would bring those Thalmor down on him. They seemed to have spies everywhere, and he wanted to travel in secret right now.

He continued on as the storm grew. Until he was struggling against the winds. "Damn it all." He cursed softly, it was too dangerous for him to speak louder than that, and drew a deep breathe. "Lok!..."

His breathe seized in his throat. And he coughed, trying to dislodge the lump of air in his throat. That was when he felt it. His body was fizzing out like a billion little bubbles were running up, down, left and right over, under and around his skin.

He lost his strength as whatever was happening pulled at him and he fell to the ground. He closed his eyes trying to wait it out as his right hand fumbled around in his robes for a cure disease.

Then, just as suddenly as the feeling had arrived it left. He took a deep breath as he explored his surrounding through sound. It sounded like he was in a large room from the whispers. Though there were too many voices to be able to place if the source was human or not. It was actually reminiscent to the whispers he always heard from the books in Apocrypha.

Apocrypha. Just the name was able to set his blood of fire and have ice run through his veins at the same time. He opened his eyes as the mixture of fear and excitement surfaced. It was always best to never blink in Apocrypha.

A stone room met his eyes and people, humans, all in clothes of red, blue and black met his eyes. He pulled himself to his feet. It was a little difficult as whatever had happened, probably a summoning, had robbed him of most of his strength.

"So, I am going to guess that you were the one to summon me?" Adraxian said softly, though his voice was any quieter, the old man that was approaching him. "What do you want me to do? I just want to leave, or kill you, either option will send me home."

Silence fell from every person. Adraxian noticed shock on most, anger on some, and disbelief on others. When no one spoke he spoke again. "Hello, anyone home? Barzul people, you summon the Dragonborn and are actually in awe when it actually works? What kind of troll shit is in your brains?"

That seemed to snap the old man out of whatever daze he was in. "If you would kindly refrain from that kind of language Mr. Potter, and if you will kindly go through that door at the back we will be happy to explain things to you." The old man gestured to a door behind a table at the, most likely, head of the room. Well damn, if that woman wasn't tall.

"Mr. Potter." The old man said when Adraxian didn't answer. "If you would." He gestured at the door again.

"You know, it's rude to talk to someone else when I am right here in front of you and already asked a question." Adraxian quipped. His gaze was drawn to a large golden goblet. "Is that the summoning artifact? It would have to be. The basis for the ritual." He looked at the stone floor around the overlarge goblet. "But where are your runic matrices? Your confinement circles? I could easily escape this place it I wanted to." He looked back up at the old man. The temptation to raise his voice, even a little bit, was almost too much.

"That's it though isn't it? You weren't expecting the ritual to work." That made sense. "You were teaching about summoning or something, but someone shot a spell at your summoning artifact and I arrived!" He wore a relieved smile. "That's a relief. I really didn't want to do what you wanted me to and I also didn't want to kill you. So with that I think that I'll be off."

Adraxian turned to leave. He might have babbled a bit too much but oh well. He did that at the college too. Most of it was muttering to himself. It organized his thoughts… and intimidated his opponents when he chattered like that. His more intellectual opponents at least. Gave them less time to come up with a response.

He left the large room and quickly walked out onto the very dark grounds. He quickly glanced up to see the moons and froze on the grass. A single moon hung in the sky with its left side just a bit darkened, giving it a lopsided appearance. It was further away than either Masser or Secunda, and didn't give near as much light as the two moons. It was half the size of Secunda, the smaller moon, though it seemed to have a lighter color surface.

He sprinted back into the large room where chatter had slowly started back up, but was silenced as he summoned a blade. He pointed the ghostly burning blue blade at the old man. "Where in Oblivion am I?" He snarled, it was only an iron control that kept his voice from rising as well. "This is not Keizaal."

"You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The old man said grandly.

Adraxian snorted. "Watch it old man. You are getting dangerously close to an insult by calling me a witch. I am Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold and the only thing that I have to do with witches are when I kill them and their Hagraven Matron."

The old man again looked shocked, and this time worried. "If you would please step through the side door we will be able to explain everything."

Adraxian took a moment to weigh his options. On the one hand he had no idea as to where he was, but this person had also come close to insulting him. He would be able to get information and, hopefully find, or make, an entrance to Oblivion.

It would be best to get information about this world. "Be fast." Adraxian said.

Hey everyone! This is my rewrite for my original Dragon Soul which I took down a couple days ago. If you are just going to harp on about how I shouldn't care what other's think because I took down my last one… I have one thing to say… LEAVE! I have more important things to do than listen to whiners and complainers. I probably shouldn't have noted them when I took my story down, but I was half asleep and very distracted when I wrote the close. And since I was taking it down I didn't really care about that notice. It was just there and full of mumbo jumbo to say "I AM TAKING THIS DOWN!"

Okay, ranting done. Thank you for all those who liked my previous story. It was because the previous Soul of a Dragon was so popular that I decided to take it down and send it to the drawing board again.

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