Phantom Hollow Beams from your M2

AW! Preferably for anyone in another pack unless it remains empty for a few days <3

Setting: Night — 20:45
Weather: 57F — Cloudy, rainy, slightly windy

Alduin, having been traumatized from his event with Sasha, has been much too scared to venture off on his own. It pisses him off how fearful he’s become. This is not how his father or mother is; they’re not scared of anything. He would prove to himself that he can withstand anything. After all, as his father says: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. 

So, he marches out of the safety of the scarlet clay walls and stumbles southwest to find an enormous lake. He’s invincible. He keeps telling himself. He doesn’t not want to die so therefor he won’t. He’s still a pup, only a tad older than four months to be exact and he knows not of the evils of the world — or at least he doesn’t know of all of them. Still, it doesn’t stop him from trying his hardest to catch a few fish, succeeding only once before scoffing it down and moving further north.

Its then, things turn bad. A storm brews overhead and his mind instantly jumps back to the night he was enraptured by the lightening cracking across the rainy sky. The night he got attacked. He finds himself shaking uncontrollably. Not from the cold, but the memory itself, having to plant his butt to the soil and reel his mind back to the present. After a solid thirty minutes of quivering and panicking, he breathes deeply and recites the same words he said earlier —

He cannot die. He will not die. So therefore he won’t die.

It makes him solid enough to stand. His brindled fur is soaking by now. He needs a distraction. So when a waterfall catches his attention, he trots towards it fearlessly. To him the water looks calm enough to walk in. He wants to fish once more. So I’m he goes, not thinking of the consequences and not knowing enough to judge wether or not the river would sweep him away. 

And much to his chagrin, it does. 

The first few steps aren’t so bad, but all it takes is one heavy rush of the chilling glacier water to throw his paws out from underneath him. 

Alduin yelps as he goes rushing headfirst into the stream and carried along. It sweeps him to the waterfall, where his paws scrape mercilessly at the rocks to gain any type of grip. He’s not strong enough. He falls, splashing and twirling into the deeper half of the river. Muffled screams fall from dark, trembling lips. The next thing he knows, he’s unconscious. 

He would be dragged all the way down the river all the way to the phantom hallow where his body would wash up upon the shore. Lifeless, cold, hopeless — but not dead.