Fus-Roh-Dah

This talk of dragons adds quite a spin to this awful winter doesnt it? remarked Alisa. As if it wasnt enough that disease, bandits, cold, and the wild itself are gripping the land in a choke hold, she said as they set up camp, theyd just taken care of a pack of wolves terrorizing a small town. Ill believe this talk of dragons when I sprout wings and shoot fire out of my ass, shot Jules. He was in no mood to worry himself over such paltry legends as dragons. It had been an age since the Oblivion crisis, and that was over two hundred years ago, he was not about to believe the rumors so quickly. I thought you could do that already, or is that my fire chili talking?, grinned Alisa, stifling a laugh. She was glad to have his company, his somber attitude always left for amusing jokes, though she always felt it was only her laughing. Speaking of fire chili you need to make some time again, we havent had a fire in days and if I really can shoot fire out of my ass I figure that gruel you cook up will do the trick grumbled Jules. You can cook then, or did those hungry wolves leave you too scratched up? Alisa couldnt help notice Jules was a little remiss in that last comment, something must be bothering him she thought. With that Jules kept to himself, too wounded and tired to fight this battle. Alisa had a notion that Jules was thinking the same thing as she was all those years ago, this winter reminded her all too much of that time. Decades earlier after the onset of winter a terrible disease had swept Alisas part of the mountains. It was unmerciful, killing in days and spreading at an alarming rate. The disease had many names, it was called the Winds of Sovngarde in her village, for wherever it sang its blighted tune so followed the dead. Alisas parents had succumbed to the Chill of Death leaving her alone and starving. Why she had been the only one spared in her village she could only wonder. After her parents had departed she was left alone to wander the land living off whatever she could muster. What remained of the exhausted grasslands was eaten away by the dwindling herbivore population, so she could only scavenge or steal from dead carcasses or rundown homes of her village. Too soon though she had to move on and for a long time she found herself on the precipice of death unable to find food. For days she was slipping in and out of reality, and in the last moments of her consciousness she had a vision. A vision that foretold the rise of a being to which she would need to help, she didnt know why but that it was her destiny to aid this person on their travels. In her vision she could see only black, an unending dark that consumed all life and even life after death. Then in an instant a figure appeared clad in quicksilver, to his left an unending darkness with a creature dressed in a swift wind-like darkness and blood red eyes ascending towards the sky. To his right a beautiful home, with a picketed fence and a garden. She could peer through the window and see herself, older and much more mature in her demeanor and actions. And then she saw her, a small child. She looked remarkably like Alisa with her soft, yet hard set features and had Alisas flowing dark brown hair with one brown eye and one deep-blue green. This small child was the most glowing and resplendent entity she had ever

seen. The only conclusion she could draw from the vision was that this small beautiful child was hers. She peered away from this tranquil scene towards the horror that lie to the left of the figured clad in light. She thought that somehow this figure, so strong and resolute at the center, was a crossing, a divide that separated her two destinies, one of either abyssal darkness or a bright happy life with her child. This memory she dwelt on for a long time. She thought it quite the twist of fate when Jules found her under a slab of stone overlooking a small cave huddled for warmth. He looked the typical Nord, well built, flowing blond hair and rather handsome. When Jules rescued her he had been on business and missed the Wind of Sovngarde that blew villages away like dust. He tended to her and decided to take Alisa in and bring her to his home. Along their way back Alisa had recounted her story, telling him of the disease that spread throughout the land and how it had claimed so many people and her parents. This alarmed Jules, for the Winds of Sovngarde had blown towards his home. Swiftly they rode together only to find his home filled with his deceased wife and unborn child. Alisa thought Jules wife looked so peaceful, almost relieved to be taken from this harsh reality. Jules cry of rage rang throughout the mountains, echoing left and right and filling the land with his pain. And so, with nothing left for him or her, they set on together to start somewhere new. In quiet reflection Alisa dozed off. In her sleep she dreamed again of the premonition she had decades ago before her plummet into death. This time something was different. As she observed the figure steadfast between her two destinies the warrior that was at first gleaming and wondrous was now grim and gray. Clad in an armor that resembled the bones of the dragons of old and a sword mightier than that of Ysgromars he stood at a ready position. As he began to open his mouth a powerful force burst from his lips in an unspeakable language, it sounded like... Fus-Roh-Dah! With an unnatural bang Alisa awoke, blade unsheathed in front of her and guard up, two seconds later a screech tore at her ear drums, violently vibrating the ground and her body. She could detect the acrid tang of smoke in the air and eventually saw it pluming in the south. The screech she had heard was extremely alien compared to that which abruptly startled her from her sleep. It was deep and throaty and screamed with intelligence. Alisa quickly this way, Jules was already up, charging at the direction of the commotion with sword and shield in hand. What in hell was that Jules, was that a mans voice? cried Alisa. I dont know but I thought I heard a mans voice too! As they charged their way through brush and trees towards the billowing smoke they noticed a dark malevolent figure tear through the trees and rend a rift in the sky that spewed a deadly force towards a figure on the ground. Fifteen seconds away from the fight Alisa heard the Fus-Roh-Dah shed experienced in her dream hurtle towards the terrifying demon in the sky. It sounded like an abyssal rumble of thunder echo throughout the mountains. The force lashed out at the dragon throwing it hard down onto the ground. By that time Jules and Alisa were on the dragon and the powerful man attempting to strike it down.

Strike the belly Alisa Ill help our comrade with the head! commanded Jules. As he relayed those orders he deflected a snapping bite towards the man covered in dragon bones. Thank you brother and sister for your timely effort, this one seems rather reluctant to disappoint his brother Alduin! applauded the Warrior. As Jules and the Warrior distracted the mighty dragon Alisa eviscerated it, spilling blood and entrails. With the dragon reeling in pain the Warrior jumped at a height which no ordinary man should jump and latched himself onto the dragons head. With sword in both hands he drove it deep into the dragons skull and snapped the blade leaving it embedded in its skull. With its brain torn asunder the dragon flopped to the ground. As the dust settled a force flew out of the dragon like a flock of birds swooping towards the mighty Warrior that would do battle against dragons alone. Like a great deep gasp of air the warrior inhaled, arms outstretched, taking in every aspect of the dragon. Ahh, thank you again friends ugh. Oh. The warrior grunted. His arms and legs were completely mangled and bloodied. Losing much blood Jules and Alisa leapt to the warrior embracing him and setting him on the ground. Oh this is nothing, shouldve seen me two weeks ago, couldnt even move, whispered the warrior and with that the he slipped out of consciousness. What was that that flew into him, Jules? , whispered Alisa. Hes Dragonborn! cheered Jules. Dovahkiin.