I didn't put this story in the crossover section only because the only real part of Skyrim is that she's the Dovahkiin after the first chapter and there aren't really parts in Tamriel after the intro chapter. That being said, ENJOY, read, and review!

The Dovah Shinobi

Chapter One


"That arrogant mortal." Dull brown eyes scanned the city of Whiterun through a follower of Namira as a young light haired girl raced through the city below, short frame being chased by an elder housecarl.

She was currently in the Cloud district, sprinting away from the building known as Dragonsreach where the Jarl, the leader of the city, was housed. Eyes followed the young girl, holding fear, judgment, and a hint of awe.

How could such a child be the Dragonborn, someone meant to be our savior? They wondered.

Stone buildings decorated with swirling designs rose high above her, a small stream trickling down to her right.

"Yaminah!" The dark haired housecarl cried. The younger girl with snow for hair stopped and spun around, sticking her tongue out at the housecarl.

"How could this child become thane?" The dark eyed follower mused, the two females below oblivious to her presence.

"Lydia! You're no fun! Aren't you supposed to be following me?" As a white brow rose and arms crossed, two black tipped cat ears twitched from their place on top of the girl.

Whiterun, being a civilization almost completely populated by nords caused the girl to stand out in extreme ways, but unless her full life story was heard she would be labeled a mere outcast.

"Yaminah," Lydia panted, shaking her head lightly. "Are you sure you should be doing this? Shouldn't you at least consult someone for assistance? It isn't wise to search for your enemy when you are unprepared."

The girl known as Yaminah rolled her eyes, "Fine. Lydia, I want you to stay here. I'll have Shadowmere go with me."

The housecarl opened her mouth to protest before sighing and nodding. "Fine. Go. I'll wait back home if you need me." With armor clinking and the sheathed sword at her side tapping her leg Lydia began to venture home, unaware of the true fate that would fall upon the Dragonborn.

The brown eyes of the silent watcher slowly melted to a bright gold flecked with red, smirk stretching their features.

"That fool will learn what happens when you defy me at my own feast."

"Shadowmere." The voice with a slight rasp to it called the black horse's attention, the matching eyes meeting. "Can you smell Delphine yet? We were supposed to meet her by now."

The former blade had recently contacted the Dragonborn during her travels, only providing a letter with a date and location along with the word 'burial'.

Yaminah, with knowledge of the previous meetings she had had with the blade, assumed this meant that there was a dragon burial she discovered.

A dragon burial that may soon be emptied.

Unfortunately the last time they found a burial they were too late to stop it and were forced to fight, Yaminah almost having her ear cut off and gaining a long scar down her cheek over her right eye.

The horse simply released a low noise that Yaminah took as a 'no'.

"Fine. She better hurry before I leave. I still have to tell Brynjolf I finished that job." She placed a hand to her chin in thought. "Although I haven't seen the wolf brothers or Aela in a while… and I'm pretty sure Nazir wanted to talk to me… Ah, the Dark Brotherhood can wait. They've lasted this long." She waved a hand dismissively to the undead horse, a black tipped ear twitching lightly.

"I wouldn't have assumed you would join the ranks of assassins." A feminine voice called behind her. Yaminah spun, a grin stretching her features wide.

"Delphine! Finally! I was worried you wouldn't show up here!"

The blond blade merely rolled her eyes and strolled closer, Yaminah's eyes lighting up with the regal features that matched the voice.

"I wouldn't abandon a child near a dragon burial." She commented.

Yaminah nodded. "How do you even know that the dragon will rise soon? I don't feel like waiting here for months…" Her eyes narrowed.

"Fool." Yaminah frowned at the first word that left Delphine. "Alduin, or a dragon that resembles him, has been spotted nearby. I believe he has been scouting the area before raising the dragon here."

Yaminah nodded slowly. "We are next to Riften correct?" The blade nodded. "Alright, it is as I thought." When Delphine raised an eyebrow she elaborated, lowering herself to a sitting position as she began.

"You see, when I was very young my mother would tell me stories of dragons before I slept. There was one dragon, whose name was lost to history that intrigued me. It was said that the dragon was as strong as Alduin, yet held one weakness that killed him.

"He would never plan. His only goal was to destroy any man, woman, or child that stood before him. He refused to join Alduin, refused to fight Alduin, and eventually fell to the hand of one gifted with the Thu'um.

"He, clearly, was driven to insanity, and I believe this was where he was buried. There may be many dragon burials, but there was only one recorded near Riften. I'm not sure why.

"Alduin may want to raise this dragon for power, but he must also be cautious. He is smarter than the dragon buried here. He plans. He thinks. He knows that this dragon may instantly attempt to kill him, but the thought of this power once again unleashed on the world is too tempting to him." Fiddling with the edge or her Daedric gauntlet the younger girl lowered her gaze, finishing her tale and idea.

"All we know for certain now is that that dragon must never be raised. Because if he is, Delphine, it is the end of us all."

"Dovahkiin!" The ancient voice rumbled through the very walls of the cave the two travelers sought shelter in, instantly awakening them.

In unison the two drew bows from their backs, arrows already prepared as they stepped into the open, facing black wings they blocked out the very sun from their view. "Alduin…" Yaminah whispered as Delphine whispered "Nine help us" under her breath.

The dragon turned to the side. Pitch black scales ran lagged along his skin, horns and spikes with the likeness of ebony protruded further than the scales. Slit pupils surrounded by a dazzling gold widened as the dragon hovered above the burial mound, jaw spread in preparation of a shout.

"No, Alduin! Stop!" Yaminah cried. She knew it was pointless.

Why would the World Eater listen to a mortal as she pleaded?

"Ziil gro dovan ulse! Slen Tiid Vo!" The shout rang in Yaminah's ears as Delphine released multiple arrows towards the black dragon.

A second roar was heard from the ground, yellowed bones breaking through the dirt, chipped and worn from centuries of decay.

"Meyye! Zu'u Alstrunah! Zu'u lost daal! Zu'u hin daan!" Fools! I am Alstrunah! I have returned! I am your doom! The beast cried as flesh began to materialize, piecing itself together amongst the bones of the undead dragon.

Both archers shakily lowered their bows as they watched the spectacle, knowing they could do nothing at this point. Yaminah's mind quickly raced through every shout she knew, foolishly searching for something to destroy the beast before pausing and reverting back to the very first words she learned in the dragon language.

Ancient power filled her lungs, whispers of words and phrases lingering in her mind before she released the Thu'um in one powerful exhale. "Fus ro dah!" The shining blue light raced towards the dragon that was now piecing together, harmlessly slamming into its side and only throwing off a few flakes of flesh that were not fully attached.

A few moments passed as the dragon finished regenerating before it turned to face the two girls, releasing a roar that may have pushed them back a few feet.

Sharp black claws gripped the edge of the burial mound as the dragon stepped forward, blood red scales shifting with the movements. His hide was comprised of large jagged plates, serrated and chipped but no weaker than the black plates on one such as Alduin. A long serpentine neck ridged with slightly decayed black spikes stretched forwards. The same line of spikes continued down his spine, between his oversized and torn leathery wings, to the base of his tail. Long and narrow, the face was framed by a row of matching horns around the entirety of the base of the head. Slit-like nostrils released a hint of black smoke as the dragon's thick tail with a barbed end lashed back and forth behind him. Thin golden eyes were set upon the bright haired girl before him, the color around the slit pupil resembling a raging fire.

"Dovahkiin..." Dragonborn… His voice rasped before his head snapped to Alduin. "Nust wo ni qiilaan fen kos duaan, Alduin." Those who do not bow will be devoured.

The black dragon, recognizing this threat immediately roared, preparing a shout as Delphine grabbed another arrow.

"What do we do, Yaminah?" She called to the Dragonborn, who was still frozen in place.

She had noticed the one watching from the hillside. The same one who followed her in Whiterun. Now Yaminah knew she shouldn't have so quickly assumed that this watcher was a mere fan who lived in Whiterun. Now she knew the fault in her ways.

Her thoughts were only strengthened as the watcher smirked, wild black hair not enough to block the ominous glow in her golden eyes.

Three words were whispered by the watcher, three words that seemed to burn the very air around Yaminah, even if she couldn't hear the words spoken.

It seemed the dragons now noticed as well, for just as a shining white light seemed to engulf the crowd a single word was uttered, igniting the hillside and issuing a scream from the former blade among them, the Dragonborn falling into unconsciousness from both the intensity of the light and sudden burning within her.

"Yol!"