Author's note: Ok, this one was in my head for awhile. I did a one-shot of this during Gajevy week, but I truly felt a lot was unexplained. I decided to do a little changing here and there with the story and make it more understandable to those who don't know the game. I took a lot of time thinking it over and I decided to make this the Main Storyline of the Skyrim and add a Fairy Tail twist, so I made some changes to the names of the characters,but I kept the Skyrim aspect in it. Levy will appear later on in the story, but right now we're following what's going on with Gajeel. I will be adding Dragon Language in the story since it appears a lot in the game so I will translate them at the ending of each chapter that has Dragon tongue plus I will be adding Loading Screen Quotes from the game in the beginning of every chapter. I hope you all enjoy it!
I don't own Fairy Tail or The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. WARNING: THIS SERIES CONTAINS VIOLENCE, LIKE THE VIDEOGAME THE SERIES WILL BE RATED M.
ACT I: The DragonBorn's Return.
"And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold, That when brothers wage war come unfurled! Acnologia, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, With a hunger to swallow the world! "- Song of the Dragonborn
Chapter 1: Unbound.
Darkness. That's all he could see at this moment; pure darkness. He knew he wasn't inside a dark room or blindfolded, because his head ached and his eyelids felt heavy. As the pain in his head subsided slightly, he began to hear something; horses. They were trotting through the hard, dusty roads and carrying something. A carriage? Definitley a carriage. But the thing was, where was he? The pain in his head subsided and he now had enough strength in his eyelids to open them. When he did, his vision was blurred. It didn't surprise him to be honest, he was out cold for quite sometime. He looked down at himself and noticed it right away; he was wearing ragged clothing and his wrists were bound together. He was a prisoner.
"You're awake!" a voice called to him. The man looked up and found a soldier, bound just like he was looking at him. The man, (Jet he believed he was called) sadly smiled "You tried to hop the border; into Cyrodiil. That's why you're here, it's obvious you're innocent! You had to have been mistaken for a Dragneel Rebel when you were arrested. Those damn Imperials ambushed us, just like you and that horse thief over there."
"Hey!" said the thief "If it wasn't for you Dragneel rebellion bastards I would have stolen that stupid horse and would have been half way to Hammerfell by now!"
"We're all brothers in binds now, thief." the thief looked at the man with a pleading look "You know we're innocent! We don't belong here!" then he looked at a young man with short black hair who was bound and gagged and sitting next to our hero.
"And what about you?!" the thief screamed "Dear Gods, what happened to you?!"
"Watch who you're talking too!" Jet screamed "That's Zeref Dragneel your talking too! Our true king!"
"Z-Zeref Dragneel?" replied the thief "The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?"
"All I can say, is that Sovernguard awaits." Our hero looked at the rebel soldier with disbelief. Sweat began to run down his tan skin, his blood red eyes shrunk in fear and terror.
"Hey, horse thief," Jet began "where are you from?"
"W-what does that matter to you?!" the thief asked in a scared tone.
"A Nord's last thoughts, should be about home." a moment of silence passed before he replied:
"Rorikstead. I-I'm from Rorikstead." The carriage made it's way into a nearby town where it's walls were high and mighty.
"We're approaching Helgen. Funny, the great Imperial walls use to make me feel safe when I was a boy. " The four prisoners entered the city and noticed the residence watching them.
"Ma!" a little boy called out "Look! The prisoners are here!"
"Go in the house son." The mother ushered her child into the house.
"But I want to watch the prisoners."
"Get in the house I said." The wagon was almost at it's final destination when Jet spoke up.
"You know," he laughed "I use to be sweet on a girl from this town. I wonder if her mother still brews that mead with the juniper berries." The carriage filled with prisoners stopped at it's destination and got everything ready.
"Prisoners!" the captian of this group of Imperial soldiers called out "Out of the cart!"
"Why are we stopping?!" asked the horse thief.
"Why do you think?" Jet asked "End of the line. Our time is up."
"No! This can't be happening, it just can't!"
"I said Prisoners!" the Imperial Captian screamed "Out of the wagon!" The four prisoners made their way out of the carriage and got in line.
"When I call your name, come forward." said the Captain's assistant "Zeref Dragneel!" Zeref, who was still bound and gagged walked forward and looked up.
"You're here for treason." The Captain commented "Not only are you here for treason, but also for the murder of the High King, starting the Rebellion, and plummeting Skyrim into chaos. How do you plead?" No words came from Zeref "I'll take that as guilty."
"That's not fair!" Jet screamed "You're not giving him a fair trial!"
"Silence! He lost his right to a fair trial the moment he killed the king! Zeref, you are sentenced to death by be-heading for your actions." Zeref walked away to the headsmen's line.
"Torafuzar!" screamed the Captain's assistant.
"No!" The horse thief screamed.
"You're here for the theft of a horse. You're sentence will be de-"
"No! I'm innocent I tell you!" The thief called Torafuzar ran away from the scene, trying his best to escape and not be executed. But the moment he was 50 feet away, a nearby archer shot an arrow and directly hit Torafuzar; killing him instantly.
"Anyone else want to make a run for it?!" The Captain screamed. Silence. The Captain's assistant looked through the crowd and soon, found our hero.
"Wait, you over there! Please come forward." Our hero walked forward like requested "Who are you?" The man didn't speak for a second before saying something in a gruff voice.
"Gajeel." he replied "Gajeel Redfox." The Captain's assistant looked at the list.
"That name's not on the list." the assistant said "Captain, what do we do with this Nord?"
"Let him be executed." she shrugged.
"You fucking serious?!" Gajeel screamed.
"But Captain!" The assistant pleaded "He didn't do anything, he shouldn't even be here!"
"Mest." The Imperial Captain said to the assistant with an angry glare in her eye "Do you dare defy my orders? If not, let him go to the chopping block."
"Yes Ma'am." the man called Mest sighed sadly. He looked up at Gajeel with sadness and regret in his eyes "I'm sorry. At least you'll die in your homeland."
"That doesn't bring much fucking comfort pal!" Gajeel screamed "I got rights and your pals are ripping those away from me!" As Gajeel made his way to the chopping block an unusual sound ripped through the sky in the distance. It sounded like the roar of an animal.
"What was that?" Mest asked.
"Sounded demonic." Jet replied.
"Ignore it." The Captain ordered "Ok! The rebel on the left, to the block!" Gajeel watched as a Rebel made his way to the block and noticed a priestess giving him a prayer.
"May the 8 Divines bless you on your journey to Sovernguard." She preached.
"Shut up!" the rebel screamed "I don't need your preaching. Rather die in peace!"
"Your funeral." The rebel kneeled before the chopping block and the executioner lifted the axe and cut the rebel's head right off.
"Next! The Nord in the rags!" screamed the Captain; she was referring to Gajeel. Before Gajeel could even take a step, the roar from earlier returned; only louder.
"There it is again." Mest said.
"I said. NEXT PRISONER!" Gajeel unwillingly made his way up to the chopping block and knelt down, resting his head on the block and looking up at the executioner. The exocutioner began to get ready to swing the axe when the roar heard earlier reached a new level of loud.
"LOOK!" a prisoner screamed "Dear Gods! Someone do something!" Gajeel looked up above the executioner and couldn't believe his eyes; there, flying in circles and now landing on the watch tower, knocking the executioner to the ground was a large black dragon with blue markings.
"By the Gods!" someone screamed "What is that thing?!" The dragon took a deep breath and let out a roar, one that sent everyone stumbling back. He then sent another; one that caused meteors to rain from the heavens. They crashed to the ground and caused Gajeel to fall off the chopping block. The moment he looked up, he witnessed the town go into complete chaos. Debris from the attack, burnt corpses, people trying to escape. It was a nightmare. But there was one thing he was certain about; he had to escape.
Gajeel propped himself up and began to make a run for it. Another watch tower was nearby and some of the prisoners had taken refuge there. Gajeel ran as fast as he feet would allow him and soon made it to the tower, where some of the prisoners sat and waited or tended to the injured.
"By the Gods!" Jet exclaimed now unbound "I can't believe what I saw! Jarl Zeref, was that what I thought it was? Are the legends true?" Gajeel looked up and found Jarl Zeref Dragneel, back to the wall, completely unbound and un-gagged looking at his two fur boot covered feet.
"Legends don't burn down villages." he explained "We need to get out of here immediately!"
"How the hell are we gonna do that?!" Gajeel screamed "We can't go fucking prancing out the front gate!"
"Take to high ground! Go out through the top of the watch tower!" The rebels and Gajeel made their way up the stairs to try and get to higher ground, but were shocked to find the path blocked.
"How are we gonna get out now?!" just before they could think of another way out, the dragon busted a hole through the wall and tried to attack. The Rebels and Gajeel ducked and avoided the fire breath attack "That hole will do!"
Gajeel took a running start and soon jumped into a destroyed yet abandoned home. He made his way through the debris, avoiding every attack or falling piece of building before coming to a clearing and sticking to the wall when the dragon let out a fiery breath. But before Gajeel could move, he heard the dragon talk: "Zu'u Acnologia. Zok sahrot do naan ko Lein! Zu'u lost daal." Whatever that dragon said it was foreign to Gajeel. But now wasn't the time to worry over that. As he continued to run, he came across a clearing,finding Mest nearby.
"Gajeel!" he screamed "Come quick! I know a way out of here! I can cut you loose when we get in." Unsure whether or not to trust the Nord soldier, Gajeel made way to the place Mest found, realizing he had no choice in this situation.
Mest closed the door and locked it tight. The dragon that was attacking let out another mighty roar and caused the stone building to shake.
"We're safe." Mest sighed with relief "But not for long, we're going to have to get moving. Let me cut you free." He took Gajeel's bounded wrists and cut the bonds off his hands to set him free "I'm sorry about what my comrades have done to you. I can see it was all a misunderstanding."
"Tch." Gajeel scoffed "I don't give a shit right now. Let's get out of here before that dragon makes a meal out of us!"
"You're right. We need to get out of here. There has to be some armor lying around here; take whatever you need. Helmet, gauntlets, armor, boots and a weapon. You're going to need it."
Nodding, Gajeel went over to a chest filled with armor an Imperial soldier would need. He quickly threw off his ragged robes and foot wraps and placed on the armor. He noticed right away that his long back hair was sticking out of the helmet.
"Great! I'll open the doors and we can get out of here!" Mest smiled. Mest went over to the door and opened it. But what he didn't expect was a group of Dragneel soldiers to attack him and Gajeel "Draw your weapon! We gotta win this!" Gajeel drawn out his sword and began to slash wildly at the enemy.
"Wait a fucking minute!" Gajeel screamed "There's a dragon on the loose and you guys only care about killing us?! Assholes! Common enemy here!" They fought and slaughtered until all their enemies were dead.
"Damn." Mest mumbled "Dragneel's. There's gonna be more of them around here I know it. We got to get out of here as soon as possible." They walked through the corridor and soon, another rumble was felt and the ceiling caved in, blocking the way out.
"Damn dragon isn't gonna give up is he?" Gajeel asked.
"Not until it killed everyone in sight. Come on! I know another way, we can get supplies in there while we're at it." He opened a door and began to grab a few things. Gajeel, seeing this as an opportunity, grabbed some Septims (money) lying around, some healing potions, more weapons, food and stamina potions. Once he was ready, he made his way out with Mest.
"What the fuck?!" Gajeel screamed when he and Mest entered a new room "You sickos got a torture room?!" It was true. Gajeel and Mest walked into a room filled with cages, dried blood, skeletons hanging from their cages, corpses littering the cages and torture devices on the tables.
"Yeah." Mest sighed "It's to get information on the other side. We don't use them as much, our last prisoners are all dead." As they walked into the chamber, they found the torturer and his assistant.
"Mest." said the torturer "What's going on up there?"
"We need to evacuate Org. A dragon started attacking the town!"
"Well, I'm not budging." Org huffed "Dragon or not, I got a lot of memories here. I won't function well in the outside world."
"I'm going." the assistant replied "Let's get out of here!" Gajeel, who was busy lock picking the cells and stealing off the corpses, stopped when he finished and made his way into a nearby cave.
"We're almost out." Mest told Gajeel.
"How can ya tell?" Gajeel asked.
"I explored this area when I first started here. Seems to me an earthquake broke the wall between Helgen and this cave years ago. We never got around to repairing it."
"Thank Gods ya didn't." they made their way through the cave, sneaking past the Dragneel Rebels who were looking to get out. Just as they continued through the cave, Mest stopped him.
"Get down quick!" Mest said in a hushed whisper "There's a bear here." Gajeel looked up and found out Mest was right; there was a bear here "We're going to have to sneak our way out. Crouch down and let's move!" Gajeel and Mest moved in a crouching positon and began sneak their way out. Gajeel's foot hit a rock which immediately clicked against a few other pebbles. It stirred the bear for a moment but it immediately fell asleep. Letting out a sigh of relief, Gajeel and Mest made their way out of the cave and into the open world.
The bright midday sun of Skyrim shined down on the two Nords. Gajeel blinked a few times and took a whiff of the fresh air; freedom never smelled so good.
"GET DOWN!" Mest screamed. He grabbed Gajeel to a nearby rock and pulled him down.
"Ow! What the fuck?!" Gajeel screamed. He looked up from the rock Mest pulled him behind and his eyes grew wide; it was that dragon. He finished attacking Helgen and was now flying away from the destroyed town and not going anywhere near Gajeel and Mest.
"We're safe." Mest sighed "That lizard's gone." He looked down in dismay and uncertainty "I can't believe it, I heard of tales about how dragons ruled over Skyrim, but I never thought they existed until now."
"So what's gonna happen now?" Gajeel asked while blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes.
"I'm not sure. We're going to have to warn someone." Gajeel looked up the dusty road and spotted something in the distance; a village.
"That's RiverWood!" Mest shouted "I forgot that it was nearby! My Uncle is the town blacksmith, he could help us!"
"I guess we're going that way?" Gajeel asked.
"Yes, it's our best bet. My Uncle can give you some better armor and gear. And the town trader could give you some supplies. You're now free to wander Skyrim as you choose!" a small smile appeared on Gajeel's lips when he heard that "Come on, I'm sure my aunt and uncle would be happy to help." With a quick nod, Gajeel followed his fellow Nord down the path to RiverWood, beginning his journey on the right foot.
Author's note: Ok, I've read quite a few Skyrim fanfics where Gajeel is a RedGuard. My honest opinion, I think he'd be a Nord. Now a lot of people think Nords are all light skinned with blonde hair, the truth is they aren't. RedGuards from my experience in The Elder Scrolls Series is mostly a darker skin tone and their hair is more frizzled or can be put in dreadlocks. It's mostly common for Nords to be fair skinned with blonde hair but when I was designing my character, I found out I can make her skintone a little darker (more to Gajeel's tone) and their hair can also be made darker. So my Skyrim Character has black hair and contrasts perfectly with her light skin tone. And not only that, Gajeel screams Nord. Don't worry, their will be other races besides Nords in the series; but you will see Nords mostly because Skyrim is a Nord runned country.
"Zu'u Acnologia. Zok sahrot do naan ko Lein! Zu'u lost daal." = "I am Acnologia. Most mighty of any in the World! I have returned."
