Dedicated to StoneSeraph7, my prayers go out to your son.
Link to chapter 23: elderscrolls.fandom.com/d/p/3343172654596314899
Word Count: 3,031
Sindaara and Yanderas’ jaws dropped. Selkra only closed her eyes and sighed, “if sacrificing myself is what it takes. I’ll do it.”
“What no!” Sindaara cried, turning to look at Akatosh, “there must be something you can do.”
Akatosh pushed the small boy away from him, “if there was I would know. Now, allow me to explain.”
Yanderas rolled her eyes, “another monologue.”
Selkra threw a sharp glare at her, “have some respect, he’s the chief deity of the Divines.”
“Right, right,” the Bron replied.
The party of four progressed out of the sewers and onto the snow-filled grounds of the Jerall mountains. The silver-skinned Chimer breathed in the serene glacial aroma, “my, is it beautiful here.”
“When it’s not so grey,” added Yana as she observed Sindaara draw a heart in the snow with a stick, writing a ‘Y + S’ in the middle of it.
“The only way we can stop Lorkhan is by ending this world and kalpa. In order to do that we must revive my son, Alduin the world eater. But we need to sacrifice something which vestiges my spirit in it, that would be you Selkra Verelyn.”
Akatosh explained, stroking his beard.
“You want us to destroy the world? I’ve heard of people saving the world from the villain who wants to destroy it countless times in storybooks. But you want us, the supposed heroes to destroy it in order to stop the threat. Seems counterproductive,” challenged Yanderas as she scratched Sindaara’s head and tickled the smooth skin under his fragile chin, eliciting an involuntary giggle from the child.
“This world is Lorkhan’s now. He has effectively taken over it by diminishing our worship and increasing his. No one will ever be able to stop him. If we end the kalpa, it’ll reset everything. Allow us to start from scratch and end Shor once and for all. I can promise I’ll transfer your souls into the new Aetherius. It’ll be the least I can do for your bravery. Plus, this world is long over-due for a reset. It was never meant to advance this far, technologically speaking,” Akatosh eloquently enunciated.
“So you’ll save my friends and anyone else who was brave and just?” Selkra gazed upon Akatosh with expectant eyes.
“Of course. But you need to know I cannot bring back anyone who dies before Alduin’s awakening and I cannot bring you back to Aetherius either. You’ll be the sacrifice needed to awaken him,” the Dragon-God of time’s golden eyes twinkled.
“Very well, I’m not a real person anyways. So I guess it’s only fair,” said Selkra, though her insides weren’t convinced.
Sindaara began to well up with tears before Yanderas dragged him back, “it’s okay. She’s not leaving us yet.”
They continued their walk up the snowy hills before arriving at the city entrance of Bruma. White rises and houses lodged into the mountainside in a very stylish and unique way. It was a far cry from what it had once been thousands of years ago, looking completely renovated and nothing like the history books depicted.
“What do we need to do?” Selkra queued as they walked through the icy and empty streets.
“We need to get to the World-Eater’s Eyrie, it’s a small and secluded shrine to Alduin, west of here, hidden among the Jeralls. An Ancient Magister watches over it,” Akatosh grimaced a bit. Selkra felt bad for him.
The Changed Elf glanced over at her companions. Yanderas seemed to be trying to calm down Sindaara a bit. “Let’s get some skis and head over there before Lorkhan catches onto us,” the Nord girl suggested.
“Skis?” Selkra prodded, an eyebrow quirked in the exchange.
“Large, flat sticks you can glide over snow with,” Yanderas described as they came to a dark-brown, old-style building on the east-side of the city.
“Why can’t we just ride on Akatosh when he’s a dragon?” Sindaara posed the inquiry, gazing up at the tall Divine.
“I’m no ordinary dragon, my form is too potent. It would very likely burn you alive,” Akatosh furrowed his brows as they stepped into the creaky and dusty, old building. “What is this place?”
Yanderas looked around and sighed, “this is the orphanage I grew up in. They probably have skis we can borrow.”
As she finished her dialect, a small Imperial boy came running up to them. He couldn’t have been older than seven, “Yana! Yana! I missed you! Finally you came back from that stupid competition!”
“Hey Hawke,” Yanderas’ lips curved upwards as she patted his short dark-brown hair. “I’m afraid I won’t be staying for long, but I need your help. Can you help us find some skis?”
“You betcha! But whose that idiot?” Hawke pointed to Akatosh.
“Hawke! Be polite!” Yanderas admonished, not entirely surprised. Hawke was like a little brother to her, and took after her former-prankster ways.
The young Colovian squared up his shoulders and walked over to the leader of the Divines, eying him menacingly, “I bet my papa could beat you up.”
“Well you don’t have one of those, now do you.. living in an orphanage after-all,” Akatosh teased, ignoring the child’s insult.
“No,” sniffed Hawke. He began to cry, though Akatosh had a strong suspicion the tears were faked.
Selkra bent down and hugged the boy, glancing angrily at Auriel, “Akatosh! Behave yourself!”
“Doh!” Akatosh face-palmed himself.
Selkra and Yanderas skied down the snowy country-side. Being an Automaton, Selkra took to it rather easily. Sindaara was on Yanderas’ back, his legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her broad shoulders as he clutched on for dear-life. Akatosh flew overhead in his dragon-form. — They swooshed around as they arrived upon the remote shrine, Akatosh transforming back into his human form. Something in-between an Imperial, Nord, and Atmoran.
“You can let go,” Yanderas grinned as Sindaara opened his eyes and realized how hard he was holding onto her muscled-deltoids.
The elf coughed and jumped off, swallowing a bit, “your musculature is impressive.” His cheeks burned bright red when Yanderas grabbed his hand and led him up the shrine steps, following Selkra and Akatosh.
Akatosh briefly glimpsed back at the unorthodox yet endearing pairing, “it seems my wife Mara’s spirit is strong in these two.”
“More than you know,” Selkra exhaled through her mouth as she stopped to take in the sights before her.
It was an ancient-nordic table with a plate-sized barbed ring propped up in the center — supposedly the shrine to Alduin, as the barbs looked like dark dragon-scales. The shrine was propped over a cliff-face that descended down into depths unknown. The most prominent feature was the hooded seraph that stood in front of the table.
“Ancient Magister awaken and heed my words!” Akatosh proclaimed as the Iron Guard came alive.
“Please, call me Setalia. Setalia Nelour. Now, what can I do for you dear?” Setalia questioned.
“We need to awaken Alduin! Otherwise we risk living in Lorkhan’s twisted world.” Akatosh stalked towards the Dark Elf woman.
“Is that really such a bad thing?”
Setalia removed her hood and curved a pristine eyebrow, “is the world really meant to end in the eleventh era, year 987, the month of Mid-Year..?”
“Yes,” Akatosh brushed the back of his hand against his forehead as he sighed in sheer exasperation. “Lorkhan doesn’t see the unforeseen consequences.”
“Do you? Forgive me Akatosh, for it is my duty to ask these questions,” Setalia scratched her ear. “Is it indeed meant to be — when the dead god rises, the world eater wakes?”
Akatosh hailed a flurry of fire at her, burning Setalia instantly into a charred corpse. He pushed her aside, the three students behind him flinching back in shock, “I’m sorry Setalia, but we don’t have any time.”
Lavelio ran along the top floors of the university’s opera house — or amphitheater. A ballista shaking around in his hand and Ani on his tail. The two came up to Sohrada, Garen, Mara, Kyne, and Julianos. “Okay everyone get in position. Garen, and I will defend the Divines,” Sohrada announced, nodding at Syndesi who was hidden on top of the crimson-curtains, holding a knife and awaiting Shor. Cheesewyn was right behind the curtains with a grapple-hook, he’d use to tear out Shor’s eyes. Garen’s army was hidden behind the seats and in the upper seating areas, near the ceiling. Garen and Sohrada rushed backstage, the three Divines in-tow of them. Lavelio propped his ballista atop a wooden-ledge and prepared to aim as Ani scouted out.
“He’s coming,” advised Ani.
Not long after the Amphithere burst into the Amphitheater through the northern wall and screeched as it rotated in the rubble. The soldiers began firing their arrows upon the giant serpent as Drol-Elain materialized behind Shor and striked him in the side with a wave of azure Aetheriul-magic. Cheesewyn fired his grapple but missed as Syndesi fell upon the beast, breathing dragon-fire upon his horned brow. Syndesi stabbed the top of Shor’s head and held on as Shor swung his head wildly back and forth but The Keeper backflipped and tore a line through his left wing. Cheesewyn ran at the beast, hailing a succession of punches at him but quickly got knocked aside via a turn of Shor’s jaw. Lavelio grabbed a ballista bolt and loaded it in his weapon, firing and watching as it rebounded off Shor’s thick hide and striked Ani as she was helping heal a fallen soldier, the bolt destroying her completely, “NOOO!” Screamed Lavelio.
Drol-Elain channeled all his magic to push Shor’s gargantuan form against the theatre wall, “give it up Shor! Akatosh and I have devised to waken Alduin! Not in his dragon form, but in his world-eater view!”
“SSTOP!” Shor’s scream resounded off the walls and threatened to burst all their ear-drums, “you did what? Do you realize in order to do that he’ll need to sssacrifice ssomeone with great power, and you gave him sSelkra didn’t you?”
“Oh shit,” muttered Drol as Shor immediately took flight towards World-Eater’s Eyrie, knocking Syndesi off him. Drol-Elain summoned Kyne, Mara, and Jhunal, “follow me!”
“So all I have to do is jump off?” Selkra gulped, staring at the endless abyss below that threatened to swallow her, dare she step any closer.
“Can we say goodbye?” Sindaara’s voice echoed into Auriel’s ear.
“NO! I-I mean no,” he ushered Yana and Sindaara back with a spell.
Selkra turned around to face him, “I don’t think I wanna do this anymore.”
“You don’t have a choice.” Akatosh pushed her off as she begun to scream, her two friends lurching forwards, their mouths wide open.
‘Something’s in the clouds.’ Thought Alkosh.
But a few seconds later a giant winged-serpent swooped down and flew up through the abyss, saving Selkra, the Chimer now resting comfortably on the nape of it’s neck. The forms of Drol-Elain, Kynareth, Mara, and Julianos hovered next to the serpent as Akatosh held a hand to cover his eyes from the brief blinding light shined by Drol, “you never told me you were going to kill an innocent to revive Alduin. Just that we needed to reset the world in order to defeat Shor,” Drol said, crossing his arms.
Akatosh began to chuckle, falling back a bit but grabbing onto the table for support.
“You fools... I AM Alduin.”
“I thought he wass your sson?” Shor looked bewildered.
“An elaborately made lie, who ever said a god as powerful as me can’t take on multiple forms. Akatosh, Alduin,” Akatosh grinned.
Selkra floated into the air by Drol-Elain as Shor transformed into his Tsaesci form, landing near his older brother, towering over the Dragon-God. “You know something. I’m done. I don’t need revenge anymore because I just realized something.”
“What’s that?” Akatosh smirked, taking a seat on the table.
Shor bent down and looked his elder sibling in the eyes. “I’m better than you.”
“I literally took over this world and everyone on Tamriel now worships and reveres me, I don’t know why I even wasted my time with trying to kill you. I should’ve let your pathetic hides rot in Aetherius as I corrected this world. While you knew full well that the people, even the elves worship me. Pray to me. You pathetic fool, you were never worth my time, you’ll always be beneath me, Akatosh.” Shor finished.
“And THAT is the greatest form of revenge anyone can enact Taiso,” Drol-Elain clapped at Shor’s bravery in moving on.
Shor looked upon the decrepit and haggard shell of his elder brother, “I pity you. I forgive you, but I never want to see your face again. Just know, despite all the pain you and the other Divines put me through, I came out on top. I beat you at your own game, and will continue to do so. I’ll end this totalitarian regime and make Tamriel, make Nirn the greatest utopian kingdom it’s ever been.”
Shor turned his back on Akatosh, slithering away. The Dragon god closed his eyes in defeat.
When he opened them they were burning with a new rage, “I WILL recreate this world! Without YOU in it!” Akatosh shot an anchor spell at Selkra that latched onto her spiritual form and wrenched The Dawn’s Light and Sithis fusion out of her and into him, empowering and reenergizing him fully to the brim. Selkra’s skin, hair, and eyes retreated back to their natural colors as she fell before Drol-Elain nabbed her. Akatosh fired the spell at the three remaining Divines and resorbed them into himself, same way he did to Alduin when his lesser form was killed in Sovngarde in the fourth era.
Akatosh looked around hastily, spotting Yanderas and Sindaara, “you’ll do.” He fired a beam of energy into the couple.
“What did you do to us?!” Yana felt raw, divine energy pulsate throughout her very being.
Sindaara used both his boney hands to clutch onto his wife’s muscled forearm, “Yanderas, I don’t feel so good.”
Akatosh grabbed them both by the neck and walked over to the edge. Yanderas felt her energy being sapped as Akatosh sent some binding and constricting energy throughout them both.
“I love you,” Sindaara coughed, reaching his hand out for his lover.
“Will you— will you marry me?” Yanderas asked, grabbing her husband’s extended palm as Akatosh released them over the cliffside. They instantly encased in one another’s arms and Sindaara breathed his response into her neck:
Shor screamed as he turned around to witness the heresy. Drol-Elain set Selkra down on land and gazed into the abyss, but Yanderas and Sindaarabad were long gone. The collective sacrifice from their deaths transforming Akatosh into Alduin.
“He-He was going to manipulate me,” Selkra stuttered as Alduin the world-eater resurged. Though he wasn’t a dragon, in his world-eater view he was just Akatosh but the size of an absolutely colossal giant and garbed in dragon-priest robes.
A tornado began forming and ripping apart the ground and tearing away at the mechanical under-workings of Tamriel. “This is the only way to purge the world of your filth brother,” Alduin boomed, using his hands to inhale the city of Bruma and Chorrol Crossing.
Selkra, Shor, and Drol-Elain sprinted for cover. “How the hell are we supposed to stand against that?” Selkra furrowed her brows, no tears coming out as much as she wished they would.
“Only I can.” Shor stood up and chased off as Alduin sent a colossal wave that consumed Aldmeris. Reigning fire upon Atmora, erupting a volcano on Akavir which engorged and consumed the land, killing all of it’s inhabitants.
Shor used all his power and strength to transform into an Amphithere and launch himself at his brother, injecting his fangs into Alduin’s throat as his brother’s laser beams went crazy, rupturing the supports on the world. He transformed back into a Tsaesci and landed on his brother’s collarbone. He injected his nails into Alduin’s chest and slid down to where his heart was and burrowed his fist into the chamber. Shor reached his hand in but Akatosh breathed fire which converted his air into fire and withered Shor’s hand away. “And I thought Numidium was dangerous,” Shor hissed and bit his tongue as he internally screamed at the pain he was feeling from the dragon-fire.
Shor stuck his burned hand on Alduin’s chest and used his safe hand to conjure a bound battle-axe. He used to axe to chop off his tail, dropping the weapon in exchange for his tail before it fell.
“GET CLEAR!” Shor screamed to Drol-Elain.
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Drol grabbed Selkra and teleported them to The Dwemer City, where he then teleported everyone at the city to Summerset Isles.
Shor drove his tail into the hole in Akatosh’s heart and closed his eyes as it welled up. The lava, air and fire threatening to combust.
“Brother NO! YOU’LL KILL US BOTH!!” Shouted Alduin as he burned the snow in Skyrim, flooding it in a sea of ice-cold death, pouring over into the neighboring provinces.
“I know,” Shor said.
Next Chapter: A New Beginning, Alternativa Scriptorium
Selkra Verelyn by StoneSeraph7
Akatosh (Alduin/Auriel) by Godd Howard
Yanderas & Sindaara Frotula by The Frozen Prince & The Beautiful Princess Ashley
Hawke based off Jedi Master Hawke
Setalia Nelour by The engineer 123
Shor (Taiso) by Orion the Huntsman
Drol-Elain (Kerus Greywyn) by Jayzer2002
Lavelio Occidit by Cactye
Animuncula (Ani) by Sneaky Sweetroll
Sohrada Nculthumz by Sneaky Sweetroll
Garen by Nokillingpaarthurnax
Syndesi Farel Walpole (The Keeper) by Lazercrusher
Cheesewyn Sweetrolloth (Dagoth Slur/Sulvyn) by King Bendix
Kyne, Mara, Julianos by Godd Howard
For Sindaara & Yana: youtu.be/2rYVbdObMRM
Shor’s death redeemed him but killing Sindaara & Yana was physically painful and gut-wrenching to write. I want to ask, from the bottom of my heart. (And we’ll do a vote): Should they remain dead or would you like to see them return?
Note: don’t pick what will make me happy. Pick what you believe will truly benefit the story, thanks.