Chapter 1 way of the dov

“As much as I want to stick to dragon code on greetings, I don’t want to keep giving everyone a heart attack each time we blow fire at each other as a way of saying hello.” Eragon said while looking at the group. “So let’s stick with just saying hello from here on spike the mighty.” I said to him. While never wanting to admit it spike’s fire did have some power to it but he needed training severely, before I would consider spike a dragon proper.

“What was those words you said?!” A very excited twilight asked, quill ink and note floating in her magic grip. A very large grin on her face.

“Is the spell wearing off?” Asked Celestia to Luna.

“It might be, probably should recast it.”

“Hold that line of thought.” I said turning to them. “No offense meant Luna, but your magic feels weird, like it makes my skin crawl. How about we weave it into a enchantment on a item instead?” I asked while looking at them.

“Enchanting items takes a lot of magic to do as it’s very draining.” She said to me.

“Maybe your way of doing it sure, but we can use my way as well, it might save a good chunk of magic on your end as well as helping me learn how to weave this new enchantment into other items.” I said looking at her.

I turned weaving though and around my purple shadow to my knapsack and pulled out a simple gold amulet and started pulling my mobile enchantment rune tablet and rune sphere. Upon placing them on the table everyone attention was on the tablet. I gestured to Luna.

“Take the amulet in your magic and weave the spell into it and keep it over the tablet I will stabilize it with my way of enchanting.” I said before reaching around and grabbing Azura’s star from my personal knapsack I don’t ever take off of myself. Everyone was now staring at the artifact in my hand. It’s dark core and silver bindings to it’s crystals bringing its beauty to show. A faint light resonated from it center.

“What is that?” Almost all of them asked as I began to channel the soul into fuel for the enchantment.

“This is Azura’s star, a artifact from my time. It acts as a infinite soul gem. Soul gems are used in enchanting and yes it needs a soul trapped in said gem to work. No the soul is not destroyed to fuel it, only the power of the soul moving to the afterlife is used. It’s a more primordial form of magic. Raw mana without any true force of will placed on it. Naturally chaotic and focused and channeled by the runes on this tablet into the given enchantment. Most can only do one enchantment on a item, while masters can do two. I’ve spent enough years doing this that I can place six on a item but the enchantments themselves weaken with each following one placed on said item.” I said explaining and pointing out any questions I could think they were going to ask and going into detail for twilight since she was writing like mad on what I said.

The enchantment had fit perfectly on the amulet and judging by the fact I couldn’t understand them anymore the spell woven on to me had indeed run out. Placing the translation amulet around my neck I could immediately start understanding them again. Not truly tuning in on what they were saying I grabbed a silver and amethyst amulet and wove the enchantment on it and took a spare dagger from my bag and started slowly engraving twilight’s mark on the back of the amulet before handing it over to her.

“Why are you giving me this?” She asked looking up at me.

“Because I’m sure any books you read that I’m going to give you, you won’t be able to understand them without it.” I said before grabbing the book of the dovahkiin and heading it to her. She immediately started reading it as I turned my attention to rarity.

“Do you think you can patch up my tunic and bear cloak?”

“I believe I can, but the cloak might take a bit of time. I think I have some black cloth that might work on it.” She said while looking it over.

“Just do what you can. At least keeping it from ripping more, it’s the last gift I still have from my late wife.” My eyebrows softened as I’m sure my sadness of her death came back to my mind. I slowly turned back to spike again.

“Why did you kill it?” A timid and quiet voice asked from the group. I looked over to the voice, finding a butter coat with a pink mane mare staring at me with what felt like hate.

“First off, it killed over 30 people in a village, 10 of those where children. Second it was a way for my wife to prove to her family that she was a warrior and was worthy of there kindness. Thus is the way of orcs. And third one of those killed was a little girl who I held from when she was born, watched her grow into the young woman she was at the time, and held the most hope for. Judge me how you see fit for I will not care on how you view me. I know what I am and I am a warrior who brings justice and vengeance to those that deserve it.” I said taking a calming breath taking my eyes off her blue eyes and full turning my attention on spike once again.

“So spike the mighty, do you want to learn how to breathe fire properly?” I said looking at him again. “And back to what I had said before breathing fire was the dragon tongue for fire breath. Translating it into English is Fire, Inferno, Sun. Dragons shout out these dragon words to do certain things. Like fire breath or ice breath for example. A shout is made up of three words each one adds more power and focus into the shout.” I said explaining to them before looking spike in the eye. “If I teach you each word properly you should be able to use it and your fire should be more powerful and focused.” I said before I started to write out each word in the dragon language on the floor. “The knowledge proper I can share to you, so you can use it.”

Spike hesitantly approached the dragon words i wrote on the floor and began studying them, judging by how his eye where going, he was realizing that he could understand the words. Using some of my knowledge from the graybeards on how to share knowledge I slowly began to share what I knew to spike.

“What is a dovahkiin?” Twilight asked still staring down at the book she was reading from.

“A dovahkiin is what I am, a mortal being with a dragon soul and blood. Something that is the only way to permanently kill a fellow dragon. Dovahkiin translates into kin slayer for a reason. When a dovahkiin kills a dragon, they absorb the soul of the dragon and become stronger and there voice becomes more powerful.” I said still somewhat focused on spike. “Not to mention for a dovahkiin, each one killed adds years of life to the dovahkiin, around five hundred for each soul.”

“How many have you killed?” The butter coat one asked far more closer then she was last time I spoke to her.

“I lost count after a thousand. Most of not all I killed where those that still followed alduin’s rule. They came to attack Paarthurnax, and those that wanted to follow the way of the voice. Go against there nature and not conquer and lay waste to those in there path. It was the hardest battle I’ve had and long time, comparable to my battle with their king, alduin himself.” I said once more my attention now on the one asking the question. “Who are you anyways to question me and my choices of the past?”

“When you came walking in with a bear coat comes to mind, but you explanation over it, I will let it go because you explained why you had to. As for my name it’s fluttershy.” She said before seeming to realize how she was acting and started to hide behind her mane. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go off like that, I take care of a bunch of wild animals and seeing it…” she said before i shushed her.

“I can understand little one, my daughter once asked the same thing and had a similar blow up at me for killing it, but just like you, explaining the why helped calm her down. I’m still getting used to the fact I’m in a completely different land then the one i knew. It might be the future but still different time for me now.” I said looking at her before turning my eyes up to the ceiling. ‘I miss you my beautiful little girl. I hope they let you into solvingguard.’ I thought as I imagined her small smile and dance she would do when the bard would play songs.

Several hours later

The girls as well as twilight tugging a massive amount of books, all copies of books I had available in my knapsack, left just me and the princesses. Our current walk leading us to a spot in which I will get to see the room I can sleep in. To be honest I’m going to set up the rune’s set to get into my realm of oblivion so I can get properly set up, see my friends and wife. And most of all grab all the books Celestia’s student could use or read. Poor girl about melted when she realized I was a walking library. I did make a bag of holding knapsack for her to use, the spell and enchantments needed easy to do. That and have a proper place to rest my head and not worry. The nobles here already are getting beneath my skin. One in particular by the name blue blood, who I’m going to refer to as blue balls each time I see him is one that I just get the worst feeling from. That and two others with crust in their name. I’m not exactly wanting to be expecting a assassin for the rest of my time here. I know dom in my realm is going to keep them from getting to far but I digress. I just hope the time pasted differently than it did out here. The mad god did say it might.

“Here we are your own room as you stay here in the castle.” Celestia said as she opened the door. The room reminded me of dragon’s keep master room. The bed size would actually fit me comfortably. It’s blankets were a nice royal purple. Unfortunately for them if I’m going to be staying in this room I’m going to make it my room. Put a few carved statue heads around. Set up my enchanting table and alchemy table. Thank the gods the bag spell is a tweak of the chest version. Good thing I have a good amount of grand soul gems built up at home to use.

“Thank you both, I hope you both won’t mind if I change a few things here and there to make it fit better and be more like home?” I asked looking at them.

“As long as you aren’t destroying the walls and ruining everything you should be fine.” Celestia said again.

“Well besides setting up a few new tables for enchanting and alchemy, as well as the chests for storing them?” I said

“That’s perfectly fine, but how are you going to get those items?”

“Oh that’s simple, turn the closet door way into a portal door way to my realm of oblivion. Just takes a few runes and some magic juice to get it to link up. As for then on, I just have to make a few keys for when you both or whatever servant you send to get me when I’m there, so then it’s only those I trust getting into there. I don’t exactly need a assassin from a pissed off noble or any other coming in here to give me or those in there trouble and me a reason to go ring some necks.” I said with a smile before heading to said door, simple but the stone work making up the door way would be perfect.

“You can do things like that!” Both said in shock.

“Only when you have gained the trust and backing of certain gods and Dedric lords can you do and get things like this. In this case it was the god of madness and chaos that made this one, using the remains of a realm he made that housed the mind of a mad king of solitude. Pelagius septim the third to be precise. He used it as a base and turned it into my mobile home. Placed a nice home in it for me, a small castle would fit better and left me a servant/shop keeper to guard it. That and he enjoys tending to his garden and herd of natch’s. Nasty things if you make them mad.” I explained while writing the runes on the stones. The oblivion mark at the very top of the doorframe. And a spell circle engraved into the door itself. Unbeknownst to me when I mentioned lord of chaos the sister shared a look.

“Now without further a-due, welcome to my home.” I said opening the door way to a very purple and mist filled place. Large stone arches leading to each path, the one on the left leading to home and said castle just bearly being able to be made out through the mist, the path in front of us leading to the grave yard and the book that would act as a fast way to get to the deep. The path on our right leading to the standing stone copy’s. One thing I loved that he did was make a copy of the stars and there constellations tied to each stone. The dragon wall copy placed there as well. In between the right path a center was a small hut along with a garden filled with many plants, some being more new to me. Dom must of planted some more recently. Said dark elf was sticking his head out at us.

“Welcome back aria, your others are at the keep, some new buildings have shown up as well on a off shoot path to the left on the left path.” Dom said before turning back and heading in to his hut. The dark elf has been a life saver a few times I’ve come back here either heavily poisoned or bleeding. The bleeding is my main reason I stopped wearing light armor.

“Well, come on you two.” I said looking at them. “Let’s go meet my friends and wife. You both might get to see me get my ass ripped into by my second wife, before she either jumps my bones with out a care I’m the world or just punches me for making her wait so long.” I said before we started walking that way. A netch bull floating by following a female one. ‘I hope I can get what your hunting for too, lucky shit.’ I thought watching it pass.

Our walk brought us to the split in the path dom mentioned. Looking down it I saw the three houses I hand built on the left side of the space, one massive garden plot to the furthest left. The first house was me and my first wife’s home built for maximum space for children and partygoers. Thankfully I built the storage room on the back so we had a nice view to look at from. The lake view spot it was in was perfect. The one thing I only enjoyed of falkreath. The next one was built by solitude. Built with a armory, storage and enchanting tower. The last one was my second wife and me’s home. Built with a extra bedrooms on the back a greenhouse on the left and a armory on the right. On the right side of the massive space was the farmhouse and fields I had bought and fixed up. So I guess I can grow something’s to sell and make coin. Speaking of which.

“Celestia I just remembered, the coins I have aren’t the same as you guys use. What should we do?” I asked turning to her.

“Well I’m going to give you permission this one time to be able to melt them down and turn them into bits. I only asked don’t flood that markets with them anytime soon. And maybe keep a few to sell as collector pieces. I know I would like to buy a few to keep as museum pieces.” She said looking up at me.

“Yeah, I have way to much that your bits would be worthless if I did, last I counted in the gold safe was over 7 million. That was one of the days I was just utterly bored and just needed something to do. I think I counted up my smith supplies that day as well. I’m just thankful everyone agreed to make some new coins for different amounts. I think I have like eight thousand 1 coins and rest are mixed of ten thousand worth coins and hundred thousand version coins. Breaking those coins for businesses was fun. Even had to make new places called banks and house them and help break down the big coins.” I said before kinda losing my train of thought. Seeing the house my first wife was assassinated in kinda making me hurt and trying to distract myself.

“Anyways, close your mouths before you get some flys landing in them, we’ve spent enough time avoiding the shit storm. I rather get it done now and finally get some sleep. That and enjoy some of my nord mead. No offense to you girls but your drinks are weak compared to ours.” I said watching there bugged out eyes and open mouths following me as I walked by and back to the path. My eyes lingering on the house before turning away. Over two hundred years later and that pain still comes back just by thinking on it. I can still hear her scream and our sons cry’s before he too fell silent.

My growl must of been heard from everyone around me both the princesses and those currently outside of the keep. My wife was already running towards us with both brothers following. Judging by how she looks about to be both punched and kissed. And just like, that she gave me a good right hook before grabbing my face and kissing me quite aggressively. I’m sure both princesses are currently trying to figure out how to proceed with what just happened. As I’m sure both brothers are handling it. Born this kiss and seeing two strange horses next to me, both with horns and wings. After she let go of my head I finally got to speak.

“Let’s go inside and get something to eat and drink. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Indeed we do mister!” A voice said to our left from the stables.

“What in the nine happened on that mountain?!” Shadowmare asked.

—brain not responding—

—logic found—

—response—

“Wat.”

Author's Note

The lord of chaos is a mad one I tell ya. I got the itch to finish this after sitting staring at the wall since today is slow. Happy Saint Pattys day. And yes I know I might have a lot of there and their wrong I will spot them and fix them later.
Edited bloodmare to shadowmare since i mixed those names up with what i used for her name.