Author's Note:
{I don't know how good this chapter is. I'm just writing for fun. I'll try to write better in other chapters.}
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Windhelm
It was evening. Snow fell softly on the streets of the great city of **Windhelm**. Most of the houses were made of stone, and the city's architecture had a distinct style.
Inside his palace, **Ulfric Stormcloak** sat on his throne, deep in thought. His light hair was combed back, and his thick beard was poorly groomed. Ulfric's eyes stared blankly into space.
"I was almost executed back then... That's when I felt fear. I was very lucky that a dragon appeared. A dragon. I thought it was all just myths, with no connection to reality. This is a bad omen. But right now, that's not what's important. I need to think about how to fight the **Empire**."
Ulfric's gaze sharpened, and he looked at the map beside him. It marked his soldier camps and cities, showing their stance in the war between the Empire and the **Stormcloaks**. A red flag over a city meant it sided with the Empire. A blue flag meant it sided with the Stormcloaks.
The city in the center of the map had no flag. That was **Whiterun**.
"Balgruuf. When will you choose a side?" the Jarl of Windhelm murmured quietly.
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### Three Days Later
John's group was already near **Whiterun's Western Watchtower**. To their surprise, the entire tower was destroyed. Fire blazed around it.
"What happened here?" Uthgerd asked.
John frowned. He hadn't expected things to happen so quickly. If it truly was him...
*A dragon's roar!*
Chills ran down John's spine. A few seconds later, an entire crowd of **guards** arrived, led by **Irileth**.
"Irileth, what's happe—"
"A **dragon** attacked the tower. We need to prepare now. We just came to scout the situation." Irileth replied calmly.
Nevertheless, her face didn't match her tone; she was visibly tense.
"Uthgerd, Jenassa, stay with Irileth. I'll go into the tower and check for people."
Jenassa and Uthgerd positioned themselves near Irileth. John and a few guards went to check the tower. Inside, a guard in yellow armor lay sprawled, seemingly terrified.
"That dragon devoured Kolbjorn."
"When did the dragon attack you, and did it fly far away?" John asked.
"It attacked about two hours ago. I don't think that monster flew off."
"Understood. Keep an eye out for it."
John climbed higher up the steps. He felt his sixth sense screaming about danger. Sweat ran down his entire body. Reaching the roof, John looked up at the sky.
The sky was clear today. But for some reason, there was a small cloud in the sky.
"Oh, damn it!"
It wasn't a cloud, but a **dragon**. It was rapidly approaching the tower.
*A dragon's roar!*
Irileth below shifted into combat stance.
"Don't be afraid. Prepare your bows."
This Dunmer was quite adept at managing fear. She had likely seen much in her life. Fire spells materialized in her hands.
Uthgerd and Jenassa also drew their bow and staff. As for John, he prepared destruction spells in his hands. In his left was a **fiery bolt**, and in his right, an **ice spike**.
**Mirmulnir** had already arrived. A barrage of arrows and several spells flew at him.
*Roaaaar!*
He quickly flapped his wings and headed towards the crowd of guards. The dragon unleashed a stream of **fire** from its maw.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
People's screams echoed throughout the area. Some of the guards hadn't managed to raise their shields and were engulfed in flames.
Irileth created **protective spells** from the Restoration school. Uthgerd and Jenassa, standing behind her, were unharmed.
*Whoosh!*
John's spell accurately hit the dragon's eye. The flying monstrosity wasn't pleased with such a gift. The dragon's gaze shifted to John.
"I didn't mean to!"
Alas, **dragons** are resentful. He flew towards John. Rapid wing beats brought the dragon closer and closer to its victim. John's eyes betrayed his fear and helplessness. But...
Just as the dragon opened its maw to devour John, it received a large **fireball**. Instead of the expected taste of blood and flesh, it tasted an explosion.
*Boom!*
The fireball worked perfectly. This spell disoriented the dragon, causing it to fall to the ground.
Everyone was somewhat shocked. John leaped from the tower, extending his palms downwards. Flames shot out from his hands at high speed, making John resemble **Iron Man** from Marvel.
John spat several more large fireballs at the dragon. He had managed to learn this technique back in **Helgen**.
Irileth, along with her subordinates, began to finish off the dragon. The **Dragonborn** meanwhile, damaged the dragon's wings with his sword.
*Roaaaar!*
Mirmulnir roared with rage. These damn little humans had managed to bring him to the ground. But dragons don't lose that quickly.
Mirmulnir used its tail to sweep away the nearest guards. The dragon's maw, with its many teeth, clamped down on a stunned guard. Blood splattered everywhere. The surrounding warriors' swords trembled.
While the dragon was busy scattering its foes, John jumped high and landed on the monster's scaly neck. He quickly leaped onto its head, grabbing a dragon horn. The Dragonborn plunged the **Draugr Overlord's sword** into the dragon's eye.
*Roaaaaaaaar!*
The young man infuriated the enemy even further. Mirmulnir began to furiously twist its head and body to shake off the damn bug from its head. To the dragon's surprise, this bug was still holding on.
No blood flowed from the damaged eye. A chill emanated from the enchanted sword, causing all the dragon's blood to freeze. After a few minutes, the dragon began to tire. The attacks from the humans had somewhat exhausted it. Of course, dragons were strong and resilient creatures, but the resurrection by Alduin didn't grant the same power the dragon had possessed before. Mirmulnir thought this was because Alduin hadn't fully recovered his own strength, and thus couldn't resurrect dragons at their full might.
"Stupid lizard!" John shouted.
Mirmulnir didn't understand what John said, but it probably guessed the meaning (like an insult).
*Thud!*
Mirmulnir quickly flipped over and crushed John. The sound of breaking bones was heard. The Earthling at this time was pressed into the ground. Many of his bones were broken.
"By Shor's beard! John!" Uthgerd cried out.
The two warrior women were terrified. They hadn't thought John would dare such a suicidal act.
Several minutes later, the dragon finished crushing the "bug." Looking at the site of death, only blood and a pit where John had been could be seen.
"Finally, this insignificant human is dead." Mirmulnir's thoughts were filled with relief. All that remained was to wipe out the squad of soldiers. Irileth tried to devise the right tactics against the dragon. Uthgerd and Jenassa followed Irileth's orders, understanding that teamwork was necessary for survival. Even if they ran, the dragon would quickly catch up to them.
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### In the Ground
"F*ck. That was a bad idea. Don't trust Skyrim. Defeating a dragon isn't that easy. Damn **Todd Howard**."
John's body was in poor condition. He was lucky. Before the battle, he had managed to cast an **alteration spell** on himself. Otherwise, he would have been turned into meat paste. His armor couldn't withstand such pressure and was torn to shreds.
His hand barely reached a potion on his hip. It was a small, brightly red vial. It differed from other potions both in the color of its container and its effectiveness. John had created a special potion that healed the body very quickly, but in return, it burned **mana** and **life force**. The bonus was fast regeneration, immense power, and an increase in the drinker's core attributes.
*Flick!*
Opening the vial with his thumb, John poured the contents into his mouth. *Gulp.* The liquid quickly reached his stomach.
"Ugh, f*ck!"
Heat rose in his stomach and spread to nearby organs, tissues, and muscles. Every cell screamed in pain.
*Whoosh!*
John's wounds instantly closed. Steam rose from his body. A moment later, his body returned to its original state.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Almost all his mana was gone for the healing. Then, his life force began to burn. Immense power replaced the pain. Burning lava flowed through his veins.
"Phew," a cloud of steam escaped his mouth.
"Excellent. Time to deal with the dragon. Time is limited."
With these thoughts, John stood up and leaped out of the pit.
*Thump!*
The Dragonborn, with anomalous strength, jumped three meters high. He saw that the dragon had laid low a good half of the soldiers. Quite quickly. He hadn't been down for long. Most likely, the dragon decided to finish off this annoying group.
*Boom!*
Putting more strength into his legs, John accelerated to high speed. In a second, he covered 20 meters and lunged at the dragon. Swinging his fist, he struck the dragon's body heavily.
*Boom!*
From such a blow, Mirmulnir recoiled several meters. Surprise was evident in the dragon's eyes. Who was this? Turning, it noticed the very bug it had crushed. Most of John's leather armor had fallen off his body. Moreover, his height had increased by 1.5 times. His muscles also grew larger.
The surrounding soldiers, along with Irileth, were astonished by John's appearance. They hadn't expected him to survive, much less possess this strength.
"Uthgerd, shield!"
John demanded the shield. The Nord woman quickly pulled out her shield and threw it to her companion. The Dragonborn caught the shield in time. Donning it on his left arm, John ran towards the dragon.
Surprised by such audacity, the dragon gathered all its strength. A stream of fire erupted from its maw, leaving a trail of smoke.
Shielding himself, John walked towards the dragon. The stream of fire pressed down on John. He withstood this fiery storm, approaching faster and faster.
Irileth seized the moment. She pulled out a scroll. Tearing the scroll, an icy wind immediately formed in her hands.
She aimed her hands at the dragon and cast a spell.
"Ice Storm."
Cold air with icy shards formed. It flew towards the dragon.
Mirmulnir was forced to stop breathing fire. With a swift leap, it dodged the spell.
John smiled. His legs gained the necessary speed. In a short time, he reached the dragon. He jumped to its snout and pulled the sword from the dragon's eye.
*Whoosh!*
The dragon roared once again. John wasted no time attacking. The sword barely withstood John's strength. The ancient Nord sword inflicted small wounds on the dragon's body.
Mirmulnir raised a paw and struck John with force. In response, the man raised his shield.
*Crack!*
The old shield began to crack. This shield barely withstood the dragon's onslaught. Immense pressure descended on John. His feet began to dig into the ground. The potion's strength helped him withstand the dragon's blows, but not overpower it.
"I can't lose now. I will survive!" John was filled with determination. His eyes changed color to orange. A shift occurred within John's soul. A hidden power awakened in his body.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
John roared. His hand abruptly pushed away the dragon's paw. Because of this, the dragon lifted slightly from such force.
*Boom!*
John jumped up in an instant. His fist struck the dragon's jaw. The dragon's head and entire body fell onto its back.
*Thump!*
The multi-ton body of the dragon landed on the scorched earth.
"This isn't the end."
John began to stab the dragon's belly. With increased strength, he easily pierced Mirmulnir's belly and cut it open. {I heard somewhere that dragons have such a weak spot.}
Intestines and blood spilled from the dragon's body. Blood gushed like a fountain, drenching John from head to toe. The dragon weakened. Drop by drop, the dragon's life force disappeared. But then, the dragon's soul began to be absorbed by the human. Mirmulnir's mind grasped the realization.
"No. **Dovahkiin**!"
These were the dragon's last words. Glowing energy from the carcass of the dead dragon flew towards John. An unknown energy enveloped the young man's entire body. John literally felt his body absorbing the dragon's soul.