Author's notes:

Hey all, this is my second fanfiction ever and it's based off of my new favorite game Skyrim. The main idea of the story is that your average 17 or 16 year old kid gets sucked into the world of his newest video game. The main character of the story is Jace Comwell, age 16, social status, geek/nerd, other details needed to be mentioned, none.

DISCLAMER: I DON'T OWN SKYRIM OR ANY OF ITS ORIGONAL CHARACTERS!

It's weird isn't it? That your life could change in just a couple of minutes flat all because of one decision. I can remember when it happened to me; even now it's as clear as the bells of a church ringing on the day of one's wedding. I was on my way home from school, it was Friday, the birds where singing and the sun was shinning bright overhead. I can remember getting home and heading straight for my room, tossing my bag on my chair and face planting on the bed tiered from the long walk home. I lifted my head and looked around my room to make sure my little brother hadn't taken anything without my permission again. I ran through my list: Samurai swords I bought at last year's convention, check, my Xbox360, check, my graphic novels, check. I lifted my mattress up and glanced down at my "hidden stash", check. Everything was here and accounted for, nothing out of place or in a different condition then when I left it. I sat up on my bed and flipped the Xbox and TV on and started playing my newest game, Skyrim. As I played time quickly flew by, minutes melted into hours as I battled dragons and bandits in the wilderness. About two or three hours after starting to play I could hear my mother calling from the kitchen.

"Jace! It's dinner time!" Her voice echoed up to my room.

"Okay!" I answered back as I saved my game and turned the TV off and headed downstairs for dinner, but I stopped at the door frame when I noticed my TV came back on to static. I walked back up to it to turn it of manually but then something came on, the screen went black and a red box came on the screen. It had two button choices and a question just above it, "Do you want power?" I spent a minute staring at the TV before glancing back at my open door. I laughed a little thinking this was some type of joke my parents were playing on me like one of those TV shows that parents put their bad kids on to get back at them. I figured I'd humor them and pushed on "yes" on my TV. The box faded and came back, now with a new question: "How far will you go to get this power? As far as I have to." Or "Not far." I clicked as far as I have to. Again, the box faded and came back with a new question: "Are you sure?" this caused me to pause, something in my gut told me to leave now, but I reached out and tapped "yes" again. This time the TV went bright white, almost blinding me as I covered my eyes and shut them tight. I could feel something strange, a breeze, and a strong one at that. I remembered I had my windows closed and the fan off, what was the source then? Not only was this breeze freaking me out, but I tripped over my feet and I fell, but I never stopped falling, I never hit the floor, My eyes shot open as the blinding light shrank and became a round ball in a blue sea with some white. Was that the sky? I freaked looking around franticly as I was falling. I glanced to the direction of where I was falling, my eyes went wide. I was falling straight to the ground of god knows where. I couldn't get too good of a look as I began to try and get my shirt off. I tied the sleeves and the neck hole into knots and held onto the bottom for dear life. My shirt caught the wind and was now acting as a parachute for me, who knew all that Boy Scout garbage would actually save my life? Even though I was still falling I wasn't falling nearly as fast, maybe just enough to land and only get a broken leg. As I came closer to land I could see that I wasn't going to hit it at all. I was actually falling straight for a lake which increased my chances of survival.

As my feet hit the water I took in a deep breath as I became submerged in water, it was ice cold, my skin felt like it was being pierced by small needles. As soon as I stopped moving I kicked my feet and began to swim up to the surface. After I got to the surface I looked around, where the hell was I? I got out of the water and looked around some more; I was in a field, nobody around for what looked like miles. I wringed my shirt out before tossing it back on and began to walk. I wasn't sure where, but I needed shelter and fire before I got hypothermia and a lake with undrinkable water wasn't the best place for either of those things.

As I kept walking a felt like I was moving at the pace of a jog, maybe a slow run even. I slowed myself down to a walk but I felt like I was shuffling my feet. As I kept going for about an hour I could see smoke in the distance over some hills. Excited at the thought there were people here and the fact they had fire moved me into a mad sprint which felt like I was moving faster then my feet could keep up with me, I was at the top of the hill in less then a second. I found an assortment of tents made of what looked like bear skins and sticks tied together. There were some people moving about around a fire with a pot over it to cook something.

I was about to call out to them when I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder and I could feel something warm run down my arm, blood. I grabbed my shoulder and howled in pain. Glancing at my shoulder I could see an, arrow? Why were they shooting arrows at me? Before I could look back I could feel another arrow going right threw my knee, causing me to fall to the ground. My eyes were shut tighter then tight but I could hear the footsteps of someone coming up to me. I looked up to see someone in some type of dress that looked almost prehistoric, made of fur with studded leather sown into the fur. Without saying anything he or she picked me up and set me on my knees. Without my knowing another one came up behind me with a log or something hard and slammed it on the back of my head, knocking me out cold.

I don't know how long I was out, but apparently it was long enough for who ever they were to tie me up, teat my arrow wounds they gave me, and take me to some building it looked like. I didn't remember a building the day before; they must have taken me to their village or something, and this was their jail house.

"So you're finally awake eh?" An echoing deep male voice called out to me as I lay there moaning and groaning on the ground. My head felt like it was splitting in half and my leg and arm hurt every time I moved them.

"What the hell happened?" I groaned as I forced my self to sit up right and looked up to the source of the male voice, but all I saw was a stone wall. I began looking around my cell and found I was the only one in the room.

"You got ambushed by some bandits… well both of us did I guess." The voice said again.

"Where are we now?"

"Dragons Reach prison in Whiterun. The bandits blamed us for committing their crimes."

"Whiterun?" I asked as my mind drew a blank.

"Yeah you know. The large fortress city in the center of Skyrim." My eyes went wide with shook, confusion, and fear all at the same time. As I sat there in shook the voice continued.

"They hit you pretty hard over the head, you sure you okay?" The voice asked with concerning.

"No no no no no! This is not happening this is not happening!" I yelled as I gripped my head and began to shake violently, refusing to accept the situation. There was no way I was in video game, I kept repeating that this was just a bad dream and I'd wake up soon, I even tried punching myself.

"Hey cut the racket!" another voice yelled as a man walked over to my cell holding his sword to his side. He was rather short, wearing a helmet and an armor that looked exactly like the armor from the guards of the video game.

"Hey! How did you break your hands free?" He yelled at me, I only looked at him in confusion until I looked at my hands. The ropes were no longer around my hands and were lying on the floor torn. Before I could say anything another voice called out to the guard.

"It doesn't matter if he's tied up or not, the Jarl's orders were to bring him to him as soon as he waked." The voice said as the guard unlocked my cell and came over to me and pulled me up as best he could, me being the larger one of the two of us he had trouble getting me to my feet. As I stood up I stood about two head lengths taller then him, which seemed to catch him off guard. He pointed his sword at me and told me to move forward, I figured it would be best to do as he said and stepped out of my cell.

"Hey kid, if you get the Jarl to let me out of here to I'll forever be in your debt." The voice from before called out to me. Now that I was out I glanced to the direction of the voice to see who it was. Down the short hall I found a massive cage that was pitch black, I couldn't see who was in it due to the darkness.

"Come on move it!" The yelled at me as he pushed the tip of his sword at my back. I preceded the direction in which he wanted me to go.

The guard took me out of the dungeon like prison and outside of the castle. I didn't get much time to look around because of the guard urging me to keep moving, I only caught a glimpse of the town, but as far as I could tell everything was like the game. As the guard brought me into the castle I could see the Jarl sitting in his chair under a dragon skull, only the jarl looked much older then the one of the game. He was dressed in fine fur clothing with a gold jewel embedded crown resting on his head. To his left was a man that was slightly balding and seemed just as old as the Jarl. To his right a dark skinned man wearing a turban and clothes that looked like they came from Iraq or some Middle Eastern country.

As the guard brought me up to the three of them I could hear the muttering of servants as I passed by them until I stood before the Jarl and he stood to look up at me, again I stood two heads taller then the man before me.

"Well, you're not exactly what I expected." He stated his voice strong and loud, he cleared his throat and continued. "I do hope you will forgive me for having you put in a cell. I had to make things look convincing to those bandits who handed you over to us." He said as he took a step forward.

"What the hell's going on here?" I asked abruptly, not caring if he had finished speaking, I wanted answers.

"You dare speak to the Jarl in such a tone? Pay your respect prisoner!" The dark skinned man barked at me, but he was silenced when the Jarl held a hand towards him.

"It's fine Barb. He is a foreigner; we can not expect him to know how things work here." He said, Barb gritted his teeth but shushed him self. The Jarl looked back to me and continued.

"Some bandits captured you after they raided one of the farms outside the city walls. They brought you to us claimed you had done their crime. Lucky for you, we knew better then to trust them." He stated with a smile on his face.

"How could you know better that sounds like the smartest thing for them to have done?" I asked, not seeing how they figured out I was innocent.

"True, but you weren't wearing a stolen necklace around your neck were you?" He said with a slight smirk as he walked back to his throne. "Besides you look to foreign to have arrived in time to find the farm, raid it, and then get captured y bandits hours later." He said as he sat back down. I decided to drop the subject completely, I was free and not in trouble. Why question something like that? "But there is one thing I want to know. Who are you, and were did you come from." He asked and I sighed, knowing they weren't going to believe me.

"Well to be honest, if I told you I'd doubt you'd believe me so why don't we skip that part?" I said as I locked eyes with the Jarl who only chuckled at me.

"Very well then. But will you at least tell me your name?" He asked.

"Jace. Jace Comwell." I told him.

"I am Jarl Cromwell; you can address me as Jarl if you wish." He said, I laughed a little at the fact our names were similar. "So Jace, what is you will do now? Were you here on business?" He asked.

"I don't really remember. Those bandits hit me hard over the head and I can't remember something's, like why I'm here." I lied, but it wasn't like I could say I fell from the sky and was looking for a purpose. The Jarl raised a brow at me before grinning a bit.

"Well then I have something that could help us both out." He started. "You seem like a strong and able man, why don't you join my army and I'll see to it you're taken care of while you're here. You might even find something that'll spark your memories while you work around here." He said smiling as he looked at the man to his left who nodded agreeing with him. It took me about a minute before I gave my answer.

"Fine, but I have one condition." I told him as looked at him with a straight face.

"Okay, what is it?" The jarl asked.

"The other guy in the prison, he was wrongfully blamed too; I said I'd help clear his name so you would let him go to." I told them, but they held faces of both confusion and disbelief.

"What other 'guy'?" The balding man asked me.

"The one in the big jail cell at the end of the hall where I was." I told them and their eyes went wide for a second.

"It spoke to you?" The Jarl stuttered a bit as he rose from his seat.

"It? Isn't it just another guy in there?" I asked as I looked at them with confusion.

"No, it's not a person in there. Why do you think the cell is so big?" Bard asked me.

"Uh, it's a multi-prisoner holding cell?" I guessed.

"I think it's best if we just show him my lord." The balding man said as he looked at the other two who agreed and brought me back to the prison. Just like when I left it the massive cell was pitch black, I couldn't see a thing.

"So they actually listened to you?" The voice came to me again, clear as bells.

"Well yeah, but they seemed to be acting strange about you, why is that?" I asked the voice.

"Who are you talking to?" Bard asked confused.

"Uh, him." I said pointing the cell. The guard carried a torch over to the cell and tossed it inside. What came into view took me by complete surprise. As the cell light up I came face to face with a beast the like of which have never seen before. It was covered in scales from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail. It had spikes running down its spine and was tied down with large chains and was muzzled with chains as well. Its large eyes were bright yellow that pierced the darkness and looked straight at me. Its body was just about as black as the cage was only moments ago, which explained why I couldn't see him before. I stood there in shock for about a solid minute before the voice rang out to me again.

"Yeah I figured you'd react as much." The dragon's voice talked to me in my mind even though its mouth was kept shut by the chains I could hear its voice ringing out to me like he was talking normally.

"How, can I hear you?" I asked as I regained my will to talk.

"Telepathic communication. But for some reason only you can hear my voice."

"So does that mean you can read my thoughts?"

"No, I can only talk to you through your mind, but I can't see your memories or anything like that." I sighed a bit in relief when I heard he couldn't see my own thoughts or memories. Before I could ask my next question the Jarl looked at me and asked what probably everyone wanted to ask me.

"You can hear this dragon's voice?" He asked.

"Yeah, I can hear it just about as well as I can hear yours." I answered honestly, but the three seemed to not believe me.

"Okay then prove it to us." The bald man said as he crossed his arms and looked at me with his nose held high.

"William enough!" The Jarl snapped at him. "Look kid. If you can really speak to this dragon tell it to blink five times." He told me, I only gave a look of confusion back at him.

"Why don't you tell him to do it then?" I asked.

"Because I can not understand their language." The dragon's voice echoed in my head.

"Then how can you understand me?" I asked as I faced the creature.

"I will explain in time, but for now let's work on getting me free like you promised, and in return I'll be in your debt for eternity." He answered, though I was kind of pissed he wouldn't explain now, but I figured having a dragon in my debt forever wouldn't be that bad.

"They want you to blink five times." I told him, and he blinked, once, twice, three times, and then four and five. The Jarl and the other two were dumb struck; it was as if they had seen a phantom or something.

"So it's true, you are a dragonborn." The word rang in my ears for what seemed like hours, dragonborn? I was a dragonborn?

"No way that's ridicules! There's no way I'm dragonborn!" I yelled out in disbelief, there was no way I could be dragonborn, I didn't even come from this world!

"They speak the truth." The dragon's voice entered my head once again. "The fact we can speak like this is proof enough is it not?" It took a whole five minutes for me to accept the fact that this was real, but yet I still felt uneasy.

"Release the dragon." The Jarl yelled to the guards, Bard and William looked at their lord as he began walking back to the exit.

"B-But sir! If we do then-!" William started before The Jarl cut him off.

"Release him now! Or have you forgotten that the dragons served the dragonborn all those years ago?" He yelled at him. "Don't you see what this means? If the dragons see their true master has returned they will rise up to who ever their new dark master is!" He finished which gave the two confidents as they commanded the guards to release the dragon. There was a loud clang of metal hitting metal as the floor of the cell the dragon was in began to move up wards and an opening it the ceiling above it opened up.

As the dragon was moved up and out of the prison I followed the Jarl outside and onto the back balcony of the castle where the dragon was now waiting still tied down by chains. As we approached him I could hear his voice echo in my head.

"Thank you boy, as promised I will be at your service as long as I breathe." He said as guard pulled chains off him slowly, feeling kind of scared about setting the beast free. But the dragon made no sudden movements the whole time; he waited patiently until his bindings were completely of before getting up and stretching his body out. He glanced down at me and his voice entered my head again.

"I hate to do this, but I need to ask another favor of you. Could you ask them to bring me something to eat? They starved me while I was here so I'm dying of hunger." He asked, I only chuckled a bit.

"He says he wants something to eat, anything should do but make sure it's large in portion size." I said as I turned to the Jarl who nodded and ordered for the guards to bring as much food as they could carry to him. I then glanced over at Bard and stopped him before he ran off to get food as well.

"Hey can I ask you some questions?" I asked, he nodded and turned to face me.

"Okay, what is it you want to know?" He said.

"The Jarl mentioned something about dragons serving the dragonborn, what does that mean?" I asked.

"Well about a hundred years ago, when the world eater was killed by the last dragonborn most dragons submitted themselves to serving him as their new over lord. But sadly he only lived a short time after he became their master, dying of his wounds. For a time peace settled between the dragons and us, mostly because they had no leader and couldn't control themselves. But about twenty five years ago the dragons became more aggressive, they burned cities and towns without a care and we fear they may have found another dark leader. And not only that, anyone who was dragonborn disappeared at the exact same time." He explained as guards brought wheel barrels of food to the dragon. The guards dumped the food before him and began to feast and devour the food savagely.

"So you think that I can control the dragons and they'll rise up against their new leader?" I asked.

"That about sums it up. With you on our side we can surely restore peace to our homeland. But on top of that you agreed to enlist in the Whiterum army in exchange for the release of your new friend here so you don't have much of a choice but to fight." He said with a smirk on his face. I sighed since he was right, I did agree to be a part of his army in exchange, but at least the dragon would be with me all the way. Which reminded me, I turned and faced the dragon that was still eating.

"Hey dragon, what's your name?" I asked curiously.

"Arngrim." He answered as he pulled away from his food to look at me. "And yours is?" He asked.

"Jace, Jace Comwell." I said smiling a bit. "I look forward to working with you." I said as he went back to eating.