Becoming Dragonborn
The group made camp about half a day out from Winterhold. The men knew they could have made it to the inn if they pushed a little more, but Sonin had insisted on setting camp. She seemed nervous, like she didn’t want to go to the city. Sure Winterhold wasn’t much of a city, but it held the College where Sonin spent most of her life.
“Is something the matter my thane?” Argis asked as she paced in front of the campfire for the tenth time, chewing the back of her thumb.
“No,” she paused walking and looked at him, “I mean yes, but no. It’s silly of me.”
“I’ve never seen you so...unsettled,” Vilkas stated.
“It’s just- Ugh!” She let out a dramatic grunt, “I told myself I wouldn’t return to the College yet. I didn’t leave on the best of terms. They- they expected more from me than I was willing to give. There will surely be someone in town that recognizes me and the idea of having to deal with returning makes me feel rather emotional.”
“What happened to make you want to leave?” Farkas asked.
“I guess it’s time I tell you about how I became Dragonborn and left the college,” Sonin stayed standing and spoke with her hands to emphasize certain points of her story, “Like I told you before, I never specialized in any one field of magic. It was a very unusual thing among the students at the college. Everyone learned the basics for each family of magic, but everyone picked one field to master. It drew attention to me very early on. I grasped the basics of destruction, illusion, restoration, alteration, and Conjuration by my second year at the college. I was only 10. It made me the youngest one in college history to do that. Although, that is considering that very few children go to the College.”
“That’s remarkable,” Vilkas said in awe. He knew she was talented, but didn’t know just how incredible her prowess was.
“So I was told,” Sonin paused to frown and gather her thoughts, “It marked me as a prodigy, which I guess I was. As such, they gave me little time to do anything other than study. I was given four times the workload of the other students. I was pushed beyond my breaking point over and over again for the sake of what they wanted me to be. They were...molding me.”
“Why would they do that to a young child?” Farkas asked.
“Because there are some areas of the College that remain unchecked. They were grooming me to become the next Archmage. I was set to take the mantle by the time I turned twenty-one. I left at twenty because of this. I didn’t want to spend all my life in the damned College walls. I wanted to travel, experience love, have an adventure. The little time I had left in my days I would spend reading adventure novels and studying things outside of the scope of my training. I was particularly fond of the legends of dragons, the ultimate masters of destruction magic. It took me years, but I learned a lot of dragon’s tongue.”
“So you knew how to speak with dragons before you became Dragonborn?” Argis asked.
“Yes and no,” Sonin rubbed the bridge of her nose, frustrated about trying to explain this to them. “Akatosh, he...he came to me in a dream. I didn’t know it, but I had been dreaming of him since I was a small child. A beautiful golden dragon, shining so bright I couldn’t look at him directly. He had been watching me since I was born and, without my knowledge, leaked some of his ability to me. The ease of my ability to master the arcane arts largely came from divine grace. Akatosh explained to me the best he could. Being Dragonborn meant I have the soul of a dragon, but that’s not something to be born with. Akatosh took my mortal soul shortly after I was born, and put part of his own soul into me.”
“Wait, you’re a god?” Farkas was very confused.
“Kind of. It’s very hard to explain. I am me, but I am also Akatosh’s child. Just as I’m a child of my mother and father. It is different from the Dovahkiin, dragonborns, of the past. They had the souls of different dragons put into them. Those souls were largely intact. Dragons of varying abilities were used by their Father. For Akatosh to give part of his soul to me...it’s incredible. Something that hadn’t been done since Miraak. He sensed the impending return of the dragons. He knew I needed to be his strongest dragonborn yet. Akatosh would not tell me why the dragons were returning though, or who I would have to fight. There was much he wanted to leave to chance.” Sonin finally plopped down on her on her blanket by the fire, “So in short, I am the dragonborn but I wasn’t born that way. It was Akatosh that led me to learn as much as I have.”
“When did Akatosh speak to you directly?” Vilkas questioned.
“Right before I left the college. I was scared, so I ran. I thought foolishly that I could run from all of the responsibility that fell on my relatively small shoulders. That was when I ran into my first dragon. I was about two days out from the College, lost in the woods. The dragon-he,” Sonin’s voice caught and she couldn’t finish the sentence.
“That’s where you got that scar?” Argis asked, the first time he had mentioned the scar to her.
She shook her head yes and failed to fight the tears that rolled down her cheeks, “He was massive. An elder dragon at that. Akatosh did nothing to stop the beast from ripping my insides out. I-I still don’t know how I managed it, but I killed that beast with a destructive spell in one hand and restoration in the other that held my insides in place. I should have died, but when I absorbed the dragon soul it healed me enough to keep me from bleeding out. When I woke up after passing out from the pain, I was able to finish the healing. Because there was so much of a gap from when I got the injury I couldn’t stop it from scarring.”
“You really are something else,” Argis grinned at her, feeling proud that he was serving such a capable woman.
Sonin blushed a bit before returning her gaze to the fire, “I hated Akatosh for not helping. I hated my lot in life. I hated myself too. I hated what I saw in the reflections of water and looking glasses. I spent so much time running from my destiny. To be the dragonborn to stop the rise of the dragons.” Sonin grimaced, “I can kill them fine, but I still don’t know what is causing them to return. I am merely a bandage on the problem. I need to be the solution, but I only have one half of the equation.”
“Were you hoping to find some answers in one of the holds?” Vilkas asked.
“Aye,” she rested both elbow on her knees and propped her head in her hands, “The College knows nothing, of that I’m certain. I was hoping Windhelm may have some answers. Jarl Ulfric was once a student of the Greybeards. The Greybeards refused to answer the questions I asked, so he is my best shot right now.”
“Wait. I know them,” Argis stated, “The Greybeards. They live on High Hrothgar. Masters of the way of the voice. My father told tales of them to me as a child. You’ve been up the seven thousand steps? You spoke with the masters?”
“Aye. They are decent men but stuck in the mud. They care not about the happenings in the world. Don’t get me wrong they helped me control my thu’um, but I would not wish to spend more time on that gods forsaken mountain,” Sonin took a few sips out of her flagon.
The men stared at her, almost unbelieving. They were all becoming very aware of her legendary skills. It was easy to forget since she was so short and so nice, her body too soft. It was a mistake that her enemies made, to underestimate her. Surely the dragons did too. Vilkas felt his senses offended by the arousal that was pouring from Argis. He smelt like a green boy in heat. Farkas was giving off scents very similar to his brother, but Argis’ was foreign and so overwhelming.
“Can you tell me what they were like? Another time, of course,” Argis asked.
“Of course. There really isn’t much to tell, so don’t have any high hopes. They are largely just some old men with too much time on their hands,” Sonin chuckled. Vilkas stood, getting her attention, “Where are you headed?”
“To hunt,” he said not too kindly. He wasn’t upset with her and didn’t mean to take out his anger of Argis on her.
“We have enough food,” Argis was unaware of what hunting meant to them.
“I will join you,” Farkas stood then whispered to Sonin, “I’ll keep him in check.”
Sonin nodded, thankful that at least one of the twins was able to stay level-headed. Argis made his move as soon as the brothers were out of view. His lips crashed against hers and his hands roamed the expanse of her body. Sonin let out a surprised yelp, but quickly melted into the sudden affection. Her hands found the back of his head and the spot between his shoulder blades. Argis sat down, not breaking their kiss, and pulled her into his lap.
The firelight danced on their frames as Argis unlaced her leggings, grateful she removed her armor long before they started. Sonin let him do what he wanted, not worried about where it may go since the twins would be gone for at least an hour. Argis’ hand slipped into her small clothes and quickly found her clit. She let out a gasp as he assaulted it with fast, small circles. He kissed her exposed throat as she rolled her head back. Her first orgasm came quickly at his eagerness. If she were to judge the three men, Argis would win the competition for quickest to make her finish.
“I want you to know how incredible you are,” Argis spoke to the wet flesh of her neck, “I’m lucky to be your housecarl.”
“I don’t deserve all that praise,” she yelped again as he drove two fingers into her.
“Yes, you do,” he curled them expertly to hit that special spot inside of her.
“I can’t-,” she panted and dug her nails to his skin, “Argis- I can’t take it. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” he smiled and turned his hand so his thumb could busy itself with her nub while he stayed inside of her, “I want to hear you unravel.”
“Argis I- ah- don’t stop,” she started to grind down on him, “Fuck. Harder! Just a little-”
Argis pulled her in close to him as she finished, letting her ride his fingers softly until the high ended. The dragonborn slumped down on his shoulder, exhausted. Argis didn’t move to get himself off. This was about her tonight, not him. Sonin let him collect her in his broad arms and carry her to her tent, tucking her into her bedroll. She gave him a sleepy kiss and drifted to sleep quickly.