Cold, darkness, calm. The last hour of my life was a shock to me. At first, Dovakin managed to defeat and kill me. She tried to devour my soul, but her mouth was too small. My soul went to Akatosh, my father, for rebirth...
"Hahahaha, she did it! Finally, I don't need you anymore! My world is stable!
"Father? What do you mean?" A creature resembling a human with golden scales instead of skin and golden armour sat on a throne and smiled.
"I don't need you anymore. I ordered Dovakin to get rid of you, which was the final part of the ritual. You did your job...
"But why?! I did everything you told me to do! You asked me to attack and burn cities!
A black wave washed over my soul, and without hearing a reply, I found myself floating in a soothing darkness that helped me accept reality. It's cold, heh, Alduin, Scourge of the Gods, Devourer of Worlds, Firstborn Dragon... And so I died? Betrayed by my father. I have always been loyal to my kin, as any dragon should be. Dragons are the most loyal creatures, but earning our loyalty is almost impossible. One mistake and you are an outsider. It hurts so much...
I don't know how long I swam in this darkness, time ceased to exist. I only felt despair, pain and longing... How are my brothers? What will happen to the other dragons? I couldn't answer these questions. Cold, emptiness... Warmth? I felt an anxious gaze, filled with love, warmth and care, and also... Fear? Not fear of me, but fear for me?
Something gently took my soul in its hands, cold to the point that they seemed warm, if not burning. The cold warmth gently warmed me, bringing peace and healing the emotional wounds left by my father's last attack. I couldn't see anything, but I felt that I was being carried somewhere. Something soft and warm was brought to my mouth. It smelled pleasant and delicious. I opened my mouth and felt it touch my lips...
Wait, to my lips, not my mouth? How does a dragon have lips? Hmm, I know I'm a dragon, but now I know I'm also human, I know I'm both.
It's delicious, pleasant. A nutritious liquid flows into my mouth, spreading throughout my soul, giving me strength. "Breast milk," I realise what this liquid is. I've never drunk it before, I didn't have a mother who could feed me this way. Akatosh fed the souls of heroes from childhood. But milk... Warmer and more pleasant?
A bright light blinded me. I am kneeling before a girl... Beautiful, with chestnut hair and white skin. Her green eyes are outlined with a beautiful pattern. She wears a black crown on her head. She is dressed in a black dress. Around her neck is a skull-shaped pendant. This girl is sitting on a black throne.
"She is beautiful," was the first thought that crossed my mind. I had never had feelings for human women... In fact, I had never had feelings for anything, I didn't care about anything, but now I was confused.
The girl looked at me and gave me a warm, familiar smile?
"Enough! Give it to us!" I tore myself away from the girl's chest, whom I had been looking at before, and saw another.
Fiery red hair, blue eyes, smooth and delicate skin. She had a dragon necklace around her neck. She was wearing a red dress. Her gaze was full of love, tenderness and resentment towards her sister? How do I know they are sisters?
I am reluctantly handed over to the fiery-haired girl, and I realise that I look like a human child, about two years old. Small and defenceless.
The fiery-haired woman takes me in her arms and brings me to her bare breast. Again, a pleasant liquid flows down my throat. It tastes different, but no worse. Once again, strength begins to fill me. I start to grow right there in her arms and am already sitting on her knees.
"How greedy you are! I want some too!" came a third voice.
The third girl had light hair, brown eyes, and soft pink lips. She was dressed in a blue dress that revealed her delicate shoulders and had a neckline that showed her breasts. She sat on a silver throne next to her two sisters.
She took me, sat me on her lap, and kissed me on the forehead, then brought her breast to my lips again, letting more liquid spill into my mouth.
I was happy. I had never felt this way before. Tears welled up in my eyes. Hehe, funny! I, a dragon several thousand years old, who devours worlds, souls, and people. And I'm crying...
"Mother," escaped from my lips against my will as I let go of her breast. "Mother...?"
I looked in confusion at the three sisters, who were smiling and watching me warmly. The light-haired one put me on my feet, now I looked about five years old. She led me to a red velvet-upholstered chair and helped me sit down.
"Yes, you are our son. The son of three sisters. Death, Magic and Destiny," said the girl, pointing to herself and her sisters in the order in which I had approached them.
"We are glad we found you and brought you back," said Magic with a smile.
"Unfortunately, at the time of your birth, we were weak and you were kidnapped," said the fair-haired Destiny... Hehe, I thought Destiny was blonde. The two sisters laughed at my thoughts, and Destiny pouted indignantly. Can they read minds?
"No, you said it out loud. There's no such thing as thoughts here, only the voice of the soul," said Death.
"You were kidnapped and taken to a closed world that we couldn't enter," Magic had already said.
"You were used as a stabiliser for this world, Golden Lizard. Akatosh had long asked us to give him a world to rule, but we refused, so he ran away with you and hid. When the world stabilised, he threw you into Nothingness," explained Fate.
"And then I was finally able to find you," Death stroked my head and kissed me on the top of my head. Now that I knew who they were, I actually felt like a small and weak child. Just thinking about being kidnapped from my mothers filled me with anger and... Yes, childish resentment.
I don't know how long we sat there, I didn't feel the passage of time, I was consumed by the love and care of my mothers. I was happier than ever. Years passed, centuries of our communication, but for us it was "a single moment. One day, Death said:
"Alduin, we have to part ways for a while...
"What?! No! I won't let you!" objected Magic.
"You know it has to be this way! We don't want to, but we have to!" intervened Fate.
"But he is still so small and weak!" Magic refused to back down.
"He'll be fine. He'll be the strongest there, and the world is under our control. We'll watch over him and help him," Death tried to reassure Magic.
"We cannot lose this world too. We cannot intervene ourselves, but Alduin, as our son, can help.
My dragon essence roared. My mothers need help?! I'll do anything! I'll destroy worlds, create new ones, I'll do the impossible for them! I'll give my life for them! That's what it means to be a true dragon!
"I'll go!
"No! I don't care about the world, you're coming with me!" The magic didn't want to let me go. Fate and Death looked at her with understanding, but they knew there was no other way.
"The loss of this world will hit you the hardest.
"You've already lost so much of your power. If things continue like this, you may disappear yourself.
"What should I do?!" I roared. I looked about ten years old: red eyes, white, dishevelled hair. I must have looked funny.
Magic, with tears in its eyes, hugged me, held me tighter, and said...
"All right... We will send you to a world where magic exists, but it is dying. You are our son, the messenger of our powers, and therefore you can restore magic in this world. You will be reborn in that world.
"Good luck, son!
"We will watch over you, and if necessary, we will help you! Don't be afraid!
"Don't forget who he is. There, he will be a god.
"Have fun there, son, you might like it!" said Fate with a sad smile. "We will miss you and wait for you..."
Three sisters, three mothers, kissed me on the forehead and cheeks. A flash, darkness, warmth...
Pov A view from the outside
The birth was difficult, but now the happy mother was alone in the ward with her newborn son. She breastfed him, holding him in her arms.
"You're finally here, I'm so happy, I wish your father were here. He's probably celebrating your birth with his friends. He couldn't stay here with us... Oh, let's not talk about that. And Dumbledore got him involved in a war against the new Dark Lord... I asked him to leave, but how could he: 'Leave his country, his school and his friends in danger?!' And the fact that his family would also be in danger was 'unimportant...
Hearing this, the little baby clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes angrily, but then just awkwardly stroked his mother.
"I hope you'll be more attentive when you grow up. You'll be a strong and handsome wizard that all the girls will run after... We haven't been able to choose a name for you, so you choose... Harry, Arthur or Redrig?
The baby did not respond to his mother's question for a few seconds, but she did not wait for a reaction, simply talking aloud, pretending to communicate, to calm herself and distract herself from thoughts of her husband... But the baby opened his eyes, pulled away from her breast, opened his mouth, in which small fangs sprouted for a moment, and his green eyes narrowed into slits resembling those of a dragon.
"RRRrrAaAaaar!" the baby growled amusingly, his eyes returned to normal, and his fangs disappeared. The mother thought that she had imagined it all for a moment.
"Ha... I must be seeing things, I need to rest... Maybe we'll call you Alduin? Alduin James Potter. Sounds good. So that's what you'll be called. I don't care what your father says, we've decided.
The baby just agreed with a coo.
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