Drog Do Fin Bah

Wind blew away the clusters of white flakes falling from the sky, waving them into long, twisted streams, formed like braids of an ice queen, sitting in her castle on the top of the mountain. They hit the rocks and bounced off from them, to eventually return into the flow, circling and spinning in the air. Sounds from low, deep howls to short, high pitched, harsh whizzes filled the vast space over the trail, as a figure, fully clad in cold-proof garment, roamed the way up, struggling through the snow and blizzard. From beneath of the furry hood, covering the steel helmet, a long, tuft of red hair, bound with an iron clip, was pulled out by the blowing wind. Then almost getting to the highest point of the trail, despite the ongoing storm, the strider stopped and unsheathed her weapon.


“Lok Vah Koor!” suddenly swept the surrounding snow, and in a split second all went still and silent. Even though, only less than a quarter of a mile away the impenetrable wall of clouds and icy dust blocked the view. Above was a vortex of the very same substance, from time to time pierced with a lightning and thunder, striking the mountain below with terrible might, though without a sound. Further up away a reddish sky glowed, giving the only glimpse of the coming sunset. Noise and stillness mingled each other in an unearthly way, forming a dome of solitude just under the pinnacle of the world. And in the middle of the palace of contradictions stood a small but hardy character, with an axe in her right hand, and a shield painted with a horse’s head, in the left one. Grasping tightly to her arms she observed the sky with bright green eyes, while air from her lungs formed white clouds of steam around. The bear-pelt hood slipped from the top of her helm as she gazed up and frowned, seeing a black shadow circling and diving yards away in the sky. She made a short step backwards, preparing herself for attack, as the enemy swooped around in terrible silence.


“Drem Yol Lok, Dovakiin” sounded a deep, ghostly voice, reverberating from the walls of storm and rock nearby. A black dragon hung but a stone throw above her head, slowly fluttering his wings without sound. The dark creature looked right into her own eyes with a blazing gaze of disgust. Fire burned in his glance, the same one that devoured countless worlds and ensnared numerous souls of many kindreds of the Nirn. The beast and the human both struggled in another plain, just for seconds before entering the ruthless and fierce battle.
“Zul Mey Gut! Daar Nu Oblaan”, a loud Thu’um rung from below.
“Zu’u Hon Pogaas Kreh Laat Mu Grind, Dovakiin! But still you are no match for me”, the dragon replied as the whole mountain shook.
“Let me show you then what I am made of…”
“Vahzah Boziik Laan! Fah Joor, for a mortal, to stand against Dovah, one on one!”
“Remember that I’m am Dragonborn!”
“Ha! Your pride amuses me! Jul, Dreh Pah Do Hin Fron Kos Med? But I know that you are indeed different!” the eyes of the beast glowed with even more powerful fire. “Have you not seen Rotmulaag, the Words of Power!? The whole world would be at your feet, mortal…”


For a second she struggled as the frosty coverage heavied her armor.
“I am not of your kin”, she finally answered, “Zu’u Kos DOVAKIIN, and I shell free this and all other worlds from you, or die trying!”
“Ruz... Nii Tiid Wah Dir... Dovakiin!”


With one clap of of his vast, dark wings the storm started once again, hitting the dragon’s opponent with terrible power, almost casting her on the snow covered rock behind. Seconds later the black creature sprang upwards and was lost from her view. Dragonborn cast away the heavy parts of her armor, leaving only a light chainmail. A moment later a loud “Yol!” echoed in the sky and a fireball burned it’s way through the whirls of the cold air. She fled from the fire casting herself into the chasm in front. Even though not much was there to be seen through raging storm, she noticed the black shape followed her and was diving with wings folded, shouting storm and fire words in her direction. She gazed downwards and not even in a blink of an eye she used a mighty Thu’um: “Dov Slen Viing!”


With this words her shape begun to alter. Her arms grew larger, turning into vast white wings. Her neck lengthen and gained in strength to hold big, terrible jaws. She became a Dovah. Just before hitting an outcrop, the white dragon sprang her wings and flew away from the walls of the high mountain. The black beast looked with gaze of both fury and amazement. He pulled up from dive, and both creatures swiftly flew above the blinding blizzard. At that level only the highest peaks were pointing above the sea of clouds below. The cold, thin air was pierced from time to time with a loud fire Thu’um, as the dragons danced in deathly air battle. For one time the dark figure towered over the white one, to in another second descend and have the enemy above himself.


Not long did the dog fight take. Soon both dragons clashed into each other and a tearing of flesh begun, as they once again started to descend along a wall of stone. Razor sharp teeth ground against each other as the jaws of the dragons clenched in a deadly kiss. But this skirmish didn’t last long either, for the dark one pulled away his great head and swung with it, causing his opponent to hit the nearby rocks, and losing consciousness. As the victorious black Dovah flew away to admire his achievement the white wyrm hit a ledge, casting a big cloud of snow dust into the air.


“Kos Ko Drem, Dovakiin! But this is not the end... Not yet…” said the black dragon, flying away. With his last glance he saw in the place where the white Dovah fell, small, all covered in blood, bruised and burned a figure of a young woman. She returned the gaze struggling against intense pain. As her hair flowed freely in the icy air she fell into a deathly dream, slowly fading away.