Dragonborn Saga

Chapter 514 Dragon Rising 6

*A Year Ago*

Before all Creation, Fate was already sat in stone and all Worlds were to emerge from Chaos and fall to it then reemerge again for the final Apocalypse.

Chaos comes in many forms and through many ways but those forms all have one source. A source that influences the whole universe beyond what any Daedra or Aedra can achieve. The source of Padomay and the form that Sithis was shaped in its shadow and molded into its frame, the Heart of Chaos.

Be it Evil, Death, Famine or War; the Heart of Chaos thrives on all these four aspects of disaster thus it is as Twisted as Evil, as Eternal as Death, as Terrifying as Famine, and most importantly as Unavoidable as War.

Throughout the ages, a few souls dared to venture this deep into the place where the Creator left his creation into its most primal form not as Cloven Asunder as all the Heavens and the Earths. It was a Sea of Chaos that no matter where one looks, it is darkness over darkness. To survive, Jon had to go through a tough choice.

For an unknowable time as time wasn’t a thing in the Nu (the Sea of Chaos), Jon held Nefertiti close to himself as a simple try to escape has already exhausted her fully. There was no Magicka for the two to rely on except what is left inside their souls which without, they die. Jon did his best to keep them from disintegrating by the Chaos but he soon exhausted himself.

He may have just defeated Mannimarco and cast him inside the Void but one thing is certain and clear, Jon may have upset the balance and for it he paid a price. He can only hope for a savior to extend a hand to him. But deep into this endless void where even Sithis is nothing but one of its many extensions, who can save Jon and how much should he endure?

There was no answering this question but thanks for all the time he spent learning and researching, Jon decided to do something a sane person would never do.

He can seal himself in his own time. With [Greed] nearby, Jon created a Shadow Cocoon, an instrument of Time Manipulation. There, Jon sealed himself and Nefertiti amidst all chaos waiting for anyone or anything to get him out. He never cared about the price he must pay even if it is some Chaos Infection, he only wanted out.

Little did he know the shocking secret that was waiting for him.

[A/n: that part was just to clarify how Jon got the Chaos Infection. Still, that story will continue later.]

***

*Present Day*

Just like anything in the world, Chaos can be harnessed and despite being one of the most difficult elements in creation, it is undoubtedly the most powerful thing that can be controlled. Those who can minimize the harm of Chaos are the ones who can benefit from it the most and that’s where Jon comes in.

Thanks to the [Mystical Tattoos] that Beth drew on him, Jon could channel a portion of that Chaos Infection into the tattoo and the result was like nothing anyone can expect.

A man made of flesh and bone holding the maws of a Beast identified as a Dragon and forcing them wide open.

The Altmer who was about to be devoured by the Dragon was saved and still, the man kept holding the Dragon’s maws from each other. Nothing looked half as manly in the eyes of those gasping Nords. Even the Dragon was having a hard time believing he was forced into this situation.

The standoff between the Man and the Dragon came to an end when the dragon’s inner throat lit with fire as he was breathing out a stream of flame. This was a show of power from the dragon that didn’t need to use his mouthparts to use the Thu’um.

Jon’s eyes turned cold as he reversed the situation right away, instead of forcing the dragon’s jaws open, he forced them shut by holding the Dragon’s head down to an eye-to-eye level. The black tattoos looked more vivid on his arms as he exerted their ability to its full potential in controlling the Chaos Infection.

The Dragon quickly regained control as he started pulling his head back out of Jon’s reach.

The stalemate this time was between two terrifying creatures that were admitted by the ones surrounding them to be monsters of a different league and the two were also taking each other at the center of their full attention.

"You are brave, bahlaan hokoron (worthy opponent). Your defeat shall bring me honor." Mirmulnir spoke.

"I’ll stone you to death, motherfucker!"

Jon’s reply was followed by a kick to the side of the dragon’s face sending the whole creature backward in a furious state. Jon wanted to keep attacking but after one step towards the Dragon, he lost power in his body and fell on one knee. At the same time, the black tattoo faded away and the Chaos Infection was deactivated.

"No! Dammit." Jon felt frustrated as his Chaos Boost seemed to have ended.

{Master! Your body can’t endure more. This is bad for your heart.} A telepathic signal came from Beth who was watching from a safe distance.

Jon felt his heart which was beating so hard that it would come out of his chest at this rate, he could tell that he overused his core this time.

The Core of one’s life is the Heart where the most vital Energy Points exist. The Heart is the gateway between the Body and the Soul. In Jon’s case, his Training was now involving his Heart refining it into a Spiritual Spark, the condensed core of one’s years of training. Despite all that, the Chaos Infection targeted the Heart in all manners of attacks and sought out to possess Jon but only for his willpower and luck was he able to survive and with the Mystical Tattoos he can even benefit from the Chaos parasite but as all powers, it comes with a price.

Utilizing the Chaos Infection would do him a lot of pain equal to what he causes. It is not a solid principal but the energy he spends through the Chaos is as troublesome as swallowing an egg through his nose. Still, it gives an overwhelming power enough to put injuries on a Dragon.

"He gets weaker after using that. Switch with him!" Mirren spoke to Wulfur as the latter was taking him away.

"You can’t be serious!" Wulfur exclaimed.

He couldn’t understand the reason behind that terrifying power but he sure felt it was unnatural and dark... darker than anything Jon used before but now as Jon was in trouble, he had to act.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

Mirmulnir gave another searing breath with his pride hurt of Jon’s kick but before the flames could reach the retreating Jon, a large lump of metal got between Jon and the Fire Breath. A majestic and towering shield adorned with enchanted Rubies held by one man standing strong to face the Dragon’s ire.

"Vognun, pusojur!" (Disappear, insects!)

The Dragon’s Fire could melt any metal in the world thus not any ordinary iron was to be used against those Dragons but Wulfur’s Shield was no ordinary shield. Each one of the red rubies was an artifact of a terrifying might that can withstand the heaviest of magical blows. All these rubies were put on a pattern of an Enchantment Rune fortifying it even further to create a Shield fit for withstanding a Dragon’s attack.

The craftsmanship left Jon himself in awe but he was surprised more by the man holding the shield and facing him.

"Wulf?"

"Jon."

The look on Wulfur’s face was firm for a couple of seconds until he almost lost control over his shield.

"Shit! That’s hot."

Jon sprung up and held the large shield with Wulfur as the two were being showered by the Dragon’s breath.

"You Asshole! You said you don’t want us to interact with you?" Wulfur shoved Jon with his elbow.

"Ouch! Sorry!"

"And what’s with the face you’re wearing. You think we can’t recognize you just because you look like that?"

"I said sorry! And no, it is not like that."

"Asshole!"

"You bastard, hold your shield tight."

Jon took enough of Wulfur’s upset attitude and gave him the shield to control. Meanwhile, he called out his Magicka and dual casted a Lightning Spell into the ground. Two lines of light appeared on the ground and traveled through it around Wulfur towards the Dragon from the two sides. Once they took enough distance, two streaks of Lightning came out at the Dragon’s eyes from both sides.

"Vik!" (Damnation!)

Mirmulnir shrieked in pain as he was too invested in attacking Jon not realizing the dirty sneak attack Jon prepared. At that time, Mirmulnir started rampaging around to not get sneaked on by Jon. It was a chaotic situation but the warriors of Whiterun were handling it carefully.

Meanwhile, Jon and Wulfur appeared behind the Watchtower catching their breath as one rested on his knees while the other on the tower.

Jon looked up to see Wulfur’s pained expressions after withstanding the dragon for that long, he smiled cheekily at Wulfur and the latter opened his eyes while looking at Jon with a tired face.

"Heh!" Jon gave off a short laugh.

Wulfur showed an upset face as he looked down only for his shoulders to start shaking.

"Hahaha!"

The two started laughing hysterically holding one another.

"Fucker! It has been two years."

"Two fucking years and you come back with a Dragon! Hahaha! You twisted bastard."

"Yeah... heard you’re a dad now."

"You heard right. I became a daddy before you."

"Asshole! Who do you think your daddy is?"

"... Nice comeback but the world is burning over there."

"Yeah... that’s one big lizard with a severe case of inflammation."

"Very funny but jokes aside, how are you going to handle this?" Wulfur asked.

Jon was wrecking his brain over the current problem. The Dragon indeed has some unthinkable high firepower but that isn’t the current problem, Jon can handle any kind of assault. The problem here was the Dragon’s defensive power which was very troublesome. Any attack from those ones Jon dished out during the fight would turn a normal person to pieces but this dragon was simply too durable. Even Jon’s magic couldn’t blind him.

"I don’t want to use my flashy stuff right at the get-go but I think I can kill this Dragon as soon as it is held down." Jon said.

"Held down? You can do that?" Wulfur asked.

"Me? Nope." Jon replied with a solemn face then smiled all of a sudden, "But I have a plan. Wanna see the new trick I learned?"

***

Tragedies and deaths were the current theme of Skyrim since the start of the Civil War earlier this year so the appearance of a Dragon marked an unwelcomed source of more death and destruction.

As brave and hardy the men were, it would be of great loss to see all those Warriors dying to this senseless fire breathing beast. Jarl Balgruuf solely believed in that and thankfully, many of the people around were level headed individuals who saw the horrors of the current war and wished to avoid the loss of life. If they died now then no one will defend Whiterun and all the women and children over there.

"Bring down this beast! Don’t let it fly."

Hrongar shouted as he threw a hocked chain at the dragon’s wings trying to entangle it through the soft scales of the wings only to find it almost impossible to hack. Frustrating as it was, the Warriors could only rely on the mages to limit the movements of the Dragon at the moment.

*ROAR*

Mirmulnir was still enraged by Jon’s spell that hit his eyes and stopped breathing fire, instead, he started trying to devour some of those warriors or hurt them with his wings and tail.

The tail attack would sweep through those warriors and flatten the weak of them but before he could turn and have his sick way with them, they get teleported away by someone.

To Mirmulnir, this was one of the most frustrating fights he ever had. Not only his opponents are absurdly strong but also absurdly resourceful. They were unable to harm him but they minimized his damage to a shaming degree. He may have killed ten or so warriors since the start but if it continues at this terrible pace, he would be shamed and become the laughingstock of the other Dov.

"Hi klav pah fen dir, STRUN BAH QO!" (You ants all shall die, STORM WRATH LIGHTNING!)

Enraged, Mirmulnir let out a terrifying shout. This was not a hunt anymore but Mirmulnir wanted to overkill those insolent prey that rudely resisted him for too long thus he called for a Storm to smite them down.

Not just an ordinary Thu’um but officially the most terrifying one known to date, a shout that shifts the weather in the middle of a cloudless summer day bringing the dreadful thunder.

The sky darkened with clouds of ire and rumbled with a drumming thunder ringing in the ears of those who heard it. This was a terrible disaster about to come at them. The first few rumbles were without lightning but with the magic taking its effect, a bolt of bright lightning flashed in the sky.

"Kyne! Hear my plea!"

As the men lowered their heads cowering from certain doom, one young woman stood her ground ahead of the lines facing the anger of the sky. She raised her staff and voiced out a prayer that defied the thunder. To her presence, the flashing lightning fell away from the crowd.

Alina was the Child of Kyne, the true Daughter of the Storm. No storm harms her and with her plea, Mirmulnir lost control of the storm that is now in the hands of Kyne.

*ROAR*

Mirmulnir was now more frustrated than ever. It was too insulting for a Dragon to get his Thu’um interrupted for the second time. It was the time to put pride aside and spam all the Thu’um he can at the moment.

"YOL TOOR..."

*BOOM*

"Surprise, motherfucker!"

This was more surprising than the Dragon’s storm just now, a boulder came flying and exploded at the Dragon’s face.

Mirmulnir rolled his eyes realizing that the other annoying person from a while.ago has returned so he turned to Jon and released the Thu’um he successfully maintained.

"... SHUL!"

"Bastard! That’s cheating." Jon didn’t face the Fire Breath and turned to run as soon as he could.

"Another one!"

*BOOM*

Another Boulder came flying out of nowhere and struck the Dragon right on the head. Mirmulnir stopped his Fire Breath and faced Wulfur in a second.

Wulfur froze in his place and pointed at Jon.

"His idea!"

Mirmulnir turned to Jon only to...

*BOOM*

"That’s the third one in a row. Sure you are a dragon?" Jon said.

"Joor, you are doome..."

*BOOM*

"... Meow!" Nefertiti licked her paws at a safe distance.

*Swoosh*

Mirmulnir intercepted the coming boulder and avoided it.

"Ha! You won’t hit me again." Mirmulnir spread his wings flinging away the boulder.

"Damn! So you can use your head after all! And here I was going to call you Meymulnir." (Mey = Fool)

"Joor, I’ll devour your flesh and send your soul to my Lord. I’ll hunt every last o..."

"NOW!"

With Mirmulnir staying still to threaten Jon long enough, it gave the chance for the mages on Whiterun’s side to evoke enough spell and keep them on hold. With that done, a barrage of Spells landed on Mirmulnir from all corners.

*ROAR!*

Enraged, the Dragon spread his wings to free himself from the dirty trap he fell into and with one flap, a strong wind pressure blew the mages and sent a wave of rubble at them.

"Warriors, protect the Mages! Mages, reinforce the Warriors. Archers, buy them time." Alina coped with the chaotic situation in a second and started reorganizing the forces all by herself.

"This is amazing! It’s exciting how the Dragon can do all these moves." On the other hand, one mage walked off the formation and wanted to inspect the Dragon real close not minding the grim situation.

"Master Farengar, please come back." A Nord Mage called for the obsessed man.

"Shut up! We need to get any sample we can get... Whoa! Jarl Balgruuf, why are you carrying?"

"For Ysmir’s sake! Get back, you fool."

The united front stood solid facing the Dragon to limit his movements while the strong heroes kept dealing damage to him. Stoning the dragon seemed fun but risky, yet it was getting the job done for some reason.

{What is the plan?} Alina asked on a telepathic signal.

{Hello, please keep doing what you’re doing. Master is acting accordingly.} Beth replied to her.

{Who... what is this? Is there a child on our signal?} Jullanar wondered.

{I am Beth, this is Master’s signal. Who are you?}

{Beth?}

{Master?}

A sudden misunderstanding happened on Jon’s personal telepathic frequency that of course was heard by everyone on the signal.

{Dragon now, introduction later.} Isha didn’t realize the situation and continued.

{Alright, the plan is to corner the Dragon beside the tower. Keep up the pressure.} Beth conveyed the plan.

{I will see to it... Bombardment!"

The mages started shooting all their Magic in a frenzied manner, with such heavy blows, the dragon was indeed retreating where Alina wanted.

Jon and Wulfur didn’t spare the Dragon from the flying boulders. It was akin to a couple of living catapults holding boulders a few times their size and tossing them around.

At last, the Dragon was finally trapped at the base of the tower. The reason why Mirmulnir wasn’t flying was the heavy resistance from the ground, he is invincible as long as he protects himself but if he received those attacks while taking off to fly, it may turn deadly to him. One of the weak points of dragons is the moment they take off as they become exposed.

Yet with his back to the tower, Mirmulnir couldn’t imagine himself disadvantaged as it is even better to fight this way without any sneak attack coming at him. This was his thoughts until he heard that sound.

*Crackle* *Crackle* *Crackle*

The crackling sound of metallic objects colliding wasn’t truly unpleasant unless those objects were chains. From above, Mirmulnir saw a man jumping off the tower with two long chains extending to that tower.

The man moved across the air as if he was flying and landed ahead of Mirmulnir then turned to him while everyone else thought, "That is his plan?"

Jon turned to Mirmulnir with a wide smile that was turning sadistic.

"I call this one, Castle Breaker!"

With his legs taking a firm a firm stance, his butt cheeks hardening, his back muscling, his shoulders intensifying, his chest broadening and his arms bulging. Jon took a bit of the chains and around his hands and took a wide step back pulling.

Many failed to understand at first including Mirmulnir but who would have thought that a Dragon tilting his head would be cute. (Only Jon though so by the way)

It was a mass revelation when the current sound was heard.

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*

The warriors and mages looked up at the tower with pale faces while Mirmulnir turned back.

"Human... you..."

"Told you... I’ll stone you to death, motherfucker!"

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