(ENG) Rise of a legend. Chapter 12.

Chapter 12 : The time, take time.

Martin and Viconia began their way on the Throat of the World, to talk to Paarthurnax.
While getting closer to the enter of the road they had to take. They discovered why Martin had to use ''clear sky'' : A powerful blizzard, with a thick fog were just ahead of them. Martin shouted, « LOK... VAH KOOR ! ». A shockwave got out of his mouth. The blizzard and fog, disapeared, chassed away by the shout, and the adventurers resumed their way.
On the road, the fog and blizzard got back really quickly, and very often. Martin was reaching his limits, his voice was weakening, shout after shouts, he began to cough more and more.
Viconia asked him to take a break, « It'll be alright, we must be close to the end now... », said Martin. The Drow was not good with that, she forced him to rest a little, saying, « Mrann d'ssinss ! Your voice can't take it anymore ! Take a break ! », « If I stop now, we will be surrounded by the blizzard in no time. » responded Martin, coughing again. « At last, take something for your voice... You cough too much... » she said, worried about him. « ...Alright... » huffed the nord, taking out a bottle of nord mead and drinking it. Viconia crossed her arms, her worries were all wipped away by the mead, « Seriously ? », « What ? It's honey. It's good for my voice... », « That's not it... », « So what ? », « You just drank a whole bottle ! Like that ! And you don't even seem like you drank alcohol ! », « What kind of nord would I be if I couln't take a bottle of mead ?! » simply answered Martin, while gesturing for them to resume walking.
At the second he began walking, Martin didn't paid attention and stumble on a rock. The nord got down, face first, in the snow. His body was motionless. Viconia was afraid, got on her knees next to him, « Mrann d'ssinss ? », she worried, she was about to shake Martin by one of his shoulder. But when her hand was about to, Martin quickly turned. Taking both of Viconia's hands in his own, and laying a kiss on her lips, making them fall over on the snow.
Despite the cold of the snow, this kiss kept her surprisingly warm. Their lips parted. Martin looked at Viconia and said, smiling, « You worried... ». The Drow crossed her arms and blushed a little, tuning her head in a little pout, « No... ». « Ho yes ! You did ! » responded Martin, laying, yet, another kiss, on her cheek this time. He, then, sat up, leaving Viconia, on her back, in the snow.
Viconia sat up too, hugging Martin, her two hand on his chest, the closer she could. « I'm cold now... it's your fault... » she, softly, said. Martin's only though at this time was 'By the nine, she's cute when she play like that !' He couldn't help but smile, hugging Viconia, and wrap her in his fur cape. They kept this pose for some minutes, the silence was broken when the blizzard returned.
The wing got up, like our adventurers. Martin used his new shout. His voice felt better now, thank the mead... or was it ?
Martin kept Viconia close to him. Once the sky, clear, the two of them saw the top of the Throat of the World, open to them. They took the last steps they needed.
Once on the top, there was no more blizzard. They, then, heard the sound of a Dragon. They looked up to see a green Dragon, fly over them, and, land on an old wall which clearly used to have Dragon words on it. « Drem yol lok, Dovahkiin, I heard you coming ! », said the Dragon, « Master Paarthurnax ? », asked Martin, « Yes... but let us greet each other like the dovah do... ».
Without warning, the reptile shouted, on Martin, « YOL... TOOR SHUL ! », a fire breath got out of the Dragon's mouth, Martin had the reflex to push Viconia away, but he took the fire. « Martin ! » screamed Viconia, stretching one of her arm, like she wanted to reach him.
A shadow was begining to see through the flames. It was Martin, the Dragon's breath had touched him, but his fire didn't do anything. Martin looked at his hands, wondering how could he not get on fire. Paarthurnax continued, « Do not be afraid, Dovahkiin, when we greet each others, our shouts can not hurt other Dovah... Your turn. », Martin had a big grin on his face, then, he shouted on the Dragon. « YOL... TOOR SHUL ! ». It seemed to him that, taking a full hit made him learn a new shout.
The two Dovah were now introduced to each other. Martin explained what he was here for to Paarthurnax, « I need the shout the ancestors used take Alduin down. », « A big request it is... Unfortunately, I can not make you learn this shout... I do not even understand it... It is a shout, the joor, the mortals, made up. A shout that force the mind of a Dragon to understant the concept mortality... something we can not understand... you will have to learn it from its creators... », « How ? » asked Martin. « Do you know why I live on the top of this strunmah, this mountain ? ». « The Dragons like montains, don't they ? », said Viconia, breathing on her finger to warm them. Paarthurnax and Martin both looked at her. The Dragon had a vexed look, while Martin was doing his best not to laugh.
« It is because, on this very montain... A breach through time was crated, in order to send Alduin in it. », Martin motioned one hand to make Paarthurnax stop, and asked, « Woah Woah Woah ! The Thu'um in not powerful enough for this, is it ? ». « It is not the voice which did this... It is an elder scroll. Find one and read it here, on the breach, you will get a vision of what had happen and will access to the shout you need. », « Easy enough ! » said Martin, sarcastically, « And I suppose you don't know where to find one ? » he added. « Of course I do not... I would not bother you, either way... ». « Maybe the mages can help us... » suggested Viconia. « That's an idea. », said Martin.
The couple began to walk down the mountain. But stopped when Paarthurnax spoke, « The elder scrolls are dangerous, Dovahkiin. And nothing is sure to work perfectly. What will you do if Alduin can't be defeated ? », « I would find a way to... », « And if nothing work ? Heros tried before you, and they failed ! What if you begin to be short on time ?! », « We both know that the time, always, take his time... And if that's so... The afterlife will have to work without me... », the Dragon let out a small laugh, « Ha ! Very well Dovahkiin ! This is a more that addapted answer ! Have a safe travel ! »
On the road down, Viconia asked « Why don't we take Mulhirin to gain time again ? », « To avoid having to explain and calm down a whole village ? » responded the nord. « Ho... right... » said Viconia, taking Martin's hand and resting her head on his shoulder, while walking.

Next, chapter 13 : unlikely meeting.