[Special] A Visit from Another World – Pt. 1/2
N/A: I need a little break to sort out some ideas I ended up changing—you know, because of what I mentioned before.
So it's time for a little special.
This is a crossover special with HP: Dragonborn Comes.
Though, if you haven't read my other novel yet… what are you waiting for, huh? Hahaha.
You can skip this special since it won't have direct relevance to the original lore,
but if it ever does, I'll simply add a flashback.
Alright then, here begins the special.
Hope you enjoy it.
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Clink. Clink. Clink.
The metallic sound of a hammer striking steel echoed inside a cave.
The heat of the fire and the sparks illuminated the surroundings with golden and reddish flashes,
making the shadows dance across the walls as if they were alive.
There, a man worked with absolute concentration.
He had set aside the upper part of his clothing—not for comfort,
but because the forge's heat would have made any fabric unbearable.
Every time he lifted the heavy iron hammer and brought it down on the glowing metal,
the earth itself seemed to tremble.
Outside the cave, forest animals fled in terror,
frightened by that rhythmic sound that resembled the heartbeat of a giant.
His face was serious, weathered by time,
with blue eyes that radiated both wisdom and danger.
His pale golden hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way as he worked.
Sweat ran down his scarred, muscular body—each mark a testament to an enemy,
a battle, or a story long lost to time.
Miraak.
After his battle against Echidna, his sword—the same one that had borne the weight of countless souls—was left in pieces.
Now he needed a new one.
All around him were impossible materials:
fragments that seemed to shine with divinity,
pieces of wood that looked as though they came from a tree that shouldn't exist,
and minerals so pure that the eye could barely withstand their brilliance.
The final strike of his hammer made the ground vibrate.
The metal took shape, becoming a sword of metallic gray with bluish tones
and a faint golden aura sliding along its surface.
"Mmm… I need more materials," murmured Miraak,
observing the sword with a certain acceptance, though not with full satisfaction.
It wasn't exactly what he expected.
He submerged the blade into a stone-carved basin.
Inside, the water was mixed with unknown substances so dark
they seemed to contain fragments of liquid shadow.
The hiss of metal touching the water released a cloud of vapor so dense
that the entire cave filled with mist.
When he pulled it out, the sword had completely changed:
the divine glow was gone, replaced by a deep obsidian black, almost alive.
Miraak brought it to a table covered with engraved runes, black soul stones,
and a particularly large gem glowing with dark power—the very same one he had obtained after defeating Echidna.
With the calmness of someone performing a daily routine, he began to enchant the sword.
For him, the process was as natural as breathing or reading a book.
A few minutes passed.
The soul stone shattered into a thousand fragments and dust,
releasing a brief violet light before fading away.
"Mmm… not bad," he said, nodding slightly as a small smile crossed his face.
"Though it only had enough for a dozen enchantments."
His blue eyes lifted toward the cave's entrance.
His expression hardened, and for an instant, his pupils reflected an intense, almost supernatural gleam.
"So… what are you doing here?" he asked,
without taking his eyes off the visitor standing at the entrance.
The man seemed to have been there for a while,
waiting for Miraak to finish his work before interrupting.
The figure before him looked young.
He wore a gray cloak, his platinum hair falling down his back,
and his face was beautiful, almost elven.
Compared to Miraak, his body was leaner, less imposing,
yet the aura surrounding him was just as overwhelming.
However, the most striking feature was his eyes:
golden, radiant, filled with a divinity that clearly did not belong to this world.
And indeed, it didn't.
For that visitor was none other than Einar, the last Dragonborn;
son of Akatosh, father of two young dragons,
and husband to two women whom destiny itself seemed to have granted him.
"You should be in Skyrim, reflecting on how foolish it was
to accept a deal with Hermaeus Mora just to defeat me,"
said Miraak with a faintly mocking smile,
as if he enjoyed knowing someone else had taken his place in Apocrypha.
"That won't happen," replied Einar with absolute calm,
unaffected by the provocation of the man who had once been his greatest enemy.
"The deal was that I would stop you, but he interfered.
Besides, it's very unlikely he could claim my soul
without triggering an all-out war between the Divines and the Daedric Princes."
His gaze drifted toward the outside.
From the cave, he could see storm clouds gathering on the horizon,
filled with golden lightning that seemed to watch him, studying him…
wondering whether they should strike.
And they weren't the only ones watching.
At that moment, hundreds of presences turned their gaze toward him from different points across the world; some filled with fear, others with curiosity, and a few with a pure desire to destroy the intruder who did not belong to their reality.
"You chose quite an interesting place for your retreat," said Einar with a calm smile, completely ignoring those divine gazes. Because…
A roar tore through the world.
The ground trembled, the mountains shook, and for one eternal second, time itself seemed to stop. Everything froze as a golden aura enveloped the planet.
The gazes that had been fixed on Einar immediately turned toward another point in the world; toward Olympus, where the lord of the skies had just received an unexpected visitor.
Miraak's eyes widened in surprise. That roar… he had felt it deep within his soul. It was the roar of a dragon—but not just any dragon.
It only took him an instant to understand. He looked at Einar, whose eyes now radiated a divine light, different from the one he once possessed.
"I see…" murmured Miraak, as if he had just grasped something profound.
Einar turned as well, looking toward the horizon with a faint smile. He knew perfectly well who was responsible for that unnatural calm that now dominated the world; someone was watching over his meeting with the first chosen bearer of a dragon's soul.
"I suppose he's giving us a bit of time to catch up," said Einar, glancing around with serenity as he felt time itself halt around them. Everything remained frozen, suspended in an impossible stillness.
Miraak observed him, his smile slowly sharpening into something more feral, more dangerous.
"You didn't come just for that, did you?" he asked, his hand closing around the new black greatsword he had just forged. The blade pulsed with dark, living energy, and with each passing second, his battle instinct grew stronger.
"Our fight never truly ended," he added in a deep, eager tone.
Einar, as calm as ever, began to release an aura so powerful that the air itself stirred and his cloak rose violently. His smile widened, reflecting the same warrior impulse he saw in Miraak. After all, both came from the same kind of place—a world forged through war.
"From the moment I knew you were still alive, I had the same thought," said Einar, as a completely silver greatsword materialized in his hand. If one looked closely, its design was identical to Miraak's weapon, only opposite in color—as if one represented light and the other darkness. Two reflections of the same power.
"Not going to wear those armors you're so proud of?" asked Miraak with a defiant tone, leaning slightly forward, ready to strike.
"You haven't finished yours yet, have you?" replied Einar calmly, before extending his hand and casting a series of enchantments around him. Golden runes appeared in the air, spinning like rings of energy that surrounded him.
Miraak let out a laugh, the echo rumbling throughout the cave.
"Hahaha… that's why it took you so long to defeat me back then."
"And that's exactly why I came," answered Einar, raising his sword with both hands.
"To even the score… and win."
Then, the air changed.
An invisible current of electricity swept through the surroundings, and the ground began to vibrate with growing intensity. The only sound was the metallic scrape of Miraak's black blade dragging slowly across the floor.
"FUS RO DAH!" roared Miraak, unleashing the Unrelenting Force Shout for the first time since arriving in this world.
The power of the Thu'um devastated everything.
The pressure in the air became so brutal that the entire cave warped; rock, metal, and fire were hurled apart as if the world itself were being torn in two. The destruction surged toward Einar like an unstoppable wave.
But Einar only smiled. His golden eyes shone with divine brilliance, and his voice answered with the same ancient power.
"FUS RO DAH!"
The impact was like the collision of two worlds.
Both shouts clashed in midair, creating an explosion so immense that the cave was obliterated in an instant.
A rain of molten rock struck the land around them, and the earth trembled for several minutes.
When the dust finally began to settle, only the echo of dragons remained…
and the certainty that this encounter between the first chosen and the last Dragonborn would not be forgotten by the heavens—or by the gods.