Skyrim: Became Dovahkiin

The sun shone faintly through the window, and a small curtain barely covered the glass. The room smelled of alcohol. A young man lay in an old bed. Stubble was visible on his face.

*Ughm*

The young man struggled to open his eyelids. Light entered his eyes. His pupils quickly constricted, and he looked around.

"Ah. Where am I?" The young man quickly sat up and scratched his head.

After a moment, memories caught up to him. Each event, like a medal, reminded him of the incredible adventures that had happened not so long ago.

"Phew. So it was a dream. And I'm still the same. In the dream, I was different." John stretched his muscles with a smile.

The realization that it was all just a long dream made John happy. A life in another world was clearly not for him. Since that was the case...

The young man pulled his phone from under his pillow and called his friend with whom he had been drinking last night. A minute later.

"Hey man. How'd you sleep?" The calm voice of his friend came from the receiver.

"Badly. Even had a strange dream. How about you?"

"I fell asleep fast. You know, after that much to drink, I sleep like a log."

"Exactly, exactly." John smiled.

"So. You off to work now?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then. Until next Friday."

"Uh-huh."

John ended the call. He really didn't want to go to work today. All because of the hangover and laziness. Getting out of bed, he went to the kitchen. Placing a frying pan on the stove, he started making scrambled eggs.

Fishing four eggs out of the refrigerator, he quickly prepared the dish. It tasted average. Breakfast was over quickly.

The young man got ready in an instant and went to work. The city was large. People scurried about everywhere. John quickly blended into the flow of people. City life could be fast. John didn't like that. The decision to stay in the city was more important, and he had to endure this way of life.

Thump

The young man bumped into someone. A woman's purse fell. He immediately picked it up and returned it to the affected person.

"Sorry about that."

"It's alright."

John smiled and continued walking. Then. That voice sounded familiar to him. What the...

"Wait!"

John caught up to the woman and turned her to face him. That face. Unmistakable.

"Mom..." His jaw clenched to the limit. It felt like his teeth might break from such force. His eyes welled up.

"Oh, son. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be home resting?" Wrinkles appeared on the middle-aged woman's face. She was clearly worried about her son.

John's breath caught. His eyes reddened, and his head began to spin. John no longer understood what was a dream and what was reality. His surroundings began to blur, either because of the tears welling in his eyes or for some other reason.

The woman didn't understand why her son was crying. There was confusion in her eyes, and she tilted her head.

"What's wrong?"

"This can't be true!!!" His voice shook the surroundings.

"What are you talking about, son? I'm right here with you. Alive and well." The woman was scared.

"If that's the case..." His expression became calm. The tears that had gathered in his eyes receded. "Tell me, what did you call me when I was a child?"

"Um, what?" She frowned. "Alright. I used to call you Johnny."

The woman smiled. It seemed as if she knew everything about John. Her eyes spoke for themselves. Brown eyes full of life looked at John as if he were a small child. She knew about all stages of this child's life.

John quieted down. The malaise he had recently felt disappeared. His palms turned into fists, and his gaze became firm and hard.

"It seems this isn't true reality. This is definitely not my mother."

John swung and punched the woman in the jaw. She staggered back, putting a knee on the ground, and her eyes changed. Her former brown eyes turned yellow-green. And her round pupil became sharp and vertical.

"By the Dovahkiin. How did you understand?" The woman's voice changed. It became rough and low.

"That doesn't matter. Now you need to leave my dream!"

"Heh. Foolish mortal. Although you are Dragonborn, your will is weak. You lack the concentration and experience to fully assimilate my soul."

John focused on the words of power and their meaning. He recalled the necessary words. It seemed this very shout was stored in his blood.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The Dovahkiin's shout threw the dragon back. It took on its original form. The dragon crashed through many buildings with its body. Its massive form got stuck in the fifth house.

The dragon's soul was weak. It was incapable of resisting the Dovahkiin. Falling to the ground, the Dragon looked at John.

"It seems I underestimated you. I cannot defeat you."

"Begone!"

"Do not be so joyful, mortal. My master Alduin is many times stronger than I. You are no match for him. He is the firstborn of Akatosh himself. The strongest of us all."

The Dovahkiin sneered. He slowly approached the dragon's carcass. The entire surface of the lizard was covered in grayish-brown scales. Four horns were visible on its skull. Several rows of sharp, bony spikes ran along its back from the skull to the tail.

The dragon itself looked at John with hatred. The eyes of this lizard burned with a flame of hatred mixed with disgust. Some mortal had managed to defeat him solely thanks to his physical strength in the previous encounter. The young man's hands gripped the dragon's horns. John used all the muscles in his body and his will. He lifted the dragon with difficulty. From the side, it looked like a tiny ant lifting a huge lizard.

Thud!

John slammed the dragon into the ground. The asphalt cracked and split into pieces of various sizes. The dragon's eyes widened in shock with a hint of pain. Its iris turned red.

The ancient creature's low voice sounded:

"Vir Vust Hin? How!?"

"It's simple." John's face brightened. "Since this is a dream, I am the master here."

John hit Mirmulnir with all his might. The entire creature began to smash through many buildings on its way. Buildings, along with all their contents, were obliterated by the body of the fire-breathing lizard.

"You see, I used to be good at controlling my dreams, and that's why you're so helpless."

John shook his head. His slow gait spoke of confidence. Gradually, the young man's ordinary clothes disappeared, replaced by common iron armor.

Dragon's roar

The roar almost reached John, but extending his hand forward, he blocked the roar (I don't know how to explain it). Everything in the dream obeyed his imagination and desire.

"ZII LOS DII DU!"

The Dragonborn used a shout on the dragon. In response to the shout, Akatosh's child began to weaken. The energy in its movements ceased to be visible, and its strong scales softened.

"Ni!!!" This was Mirmulnir's last cry.

Bright energy was again absorbed by the Dovahkiin. Silence fell over the surroundings. All the spiritual waves provoked by the dragon subsided. Now nothing should torment John's soul.

Looking up at the sky, John sighed. These emotional swings were still new to him. Being on the edge wasn't that pleasant.