Hi... So, this is my first fanfic, and admittedly, I'm a bit nervous to upload it. Now, I know it's not that much, but I mostly just want to see if anyone is interested in this crossover. Alduin meeting Spyro? Is that interesting? I tend to think so, anyways, here's a little intro.
Darkness, darkness was all he could see. He knew he had fallen in battle, he could remember that much. Alduin, the one destined to destroy the world, killed, by a mortal. He could not think of a worse insult. The darkness of death was still pressing, almost as a reminder of his last battle. Alduin tried to move, but how could he? No body left, just a soul.
Alduin attempted a frustrated roar, but no sound left his non-existent lungs. So Alduin accepted his fate, to exist only in darkness for eternity.
All of a sudden he could sense movememt. He couldn't see it or hear it, only know that something was moving.
Do not be afraid, Alduin. A voice pierced through the darkness. This void is not your fate.
It seemed as though the voice was his own, but he hadn't spoken. I am the writer, the voice continued, the writer of destiny. Alduin struggled to see what was speaking, but still had no power. There is another world that needs you, the voice was starting to get annoying, not to devour it, but to seal its fate.
Alduin started roaring, finding his voice return from nowhere. "If you are a writer of destiny, then what is mine?" Alduin demanded more than asked.
To do as I say. I am sending you to a world knocked out of balance, bad outways the good, you are to tip the scales. "And what if I don't?" Alduin was a god, he wasn't going to be sent on a quest. Writer or not, this thing was not his king.
Then the world will die, it is ultimately your choice.
And with that, the darkness around Alduin was suddenly gone. Replaced by a blinding white.
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Spyro's eyes snapped open. He felt sick, tired, and was extremely soar all over. He was laying on his side, in the middle of a field. No ideas of his whereabouts were coming to mind. He still felt dazed, reversing the world's destruction had taken its toll. He suddenly remembered his conflict with Malefor and their final fight.
Spyro rolled to his stomach and looked around. The sky was a beautiful blue, a few clouds dotted around. The field he was in stretched on probably a few miles. Spyro could see a forest in the distance, and beyond that the peeks of a mountain range. A strong gust of wind distracted him, carrying the sounds of the forest.
Spyro stood up, and observed his immediate surroundings. There was a small crater where he had landed. That's when he noticed the black scales of Cynder, a small distance away. Spyro rushed over to her, she was breathing. He sighed in relief, at least she's alive.
Spyro searched his surroundings again, it was evening, probably had a few hours of daylight. His sore throat reminded him of how thirsty he was. And hungry. Spyro decided to search for water, hopefully a river. Maybe some food too.
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After the light faded away, Alduin found himself on a high mountain. He did not recognize the landscape, but he could see a strange settlement nearby. Alduin gathered strength into his wings, and started toward the village.
After probably ten minutes of flying, Alduin neared the village. The wall around the village weren't stone, instead it was made of logs. He spotted a gate, with Khajiit guards on either side. Alduin landed some distance away, and approached, ready for battle.
Instead of attacking, one of the guards ran into the village, and the other raised his spear. "Halt, dragon!" Without warning, the guard stopped. Everything stopped. It was peaceful, an eerie quiet. That's when an annoying but familiar voice returned.
I forgot to mention earlier, the people here are peaceful to dragons, even if they are cautious. Keep in mind, this isn't Nirn. The voice paused, when you see Prowlus, ask him the direction of Warfang. The voice was silent once more.
Alduin wondered if such a thing was possible, not being on Nirn. However, now that he was able to see the guard up close, it wasn't Khajiit. And it was moving again. When time resumed, two other cats came out of the camp, one was the guard that had run off. The other, Alduin could only assume, was the leader.
Alduin forced his head into a respectful nod. The leader stepped forward, nodding back. "I am Chief Prowlus, state your business or leave." Although not a large creature, he carried himself as a seasoned leader.
"I do not mean to disturb you, bormah, I need to be directed to Warfang.". Alduin did his best not to sound insulting.
Prowlus rolled his eyes, and pointed. "It's over that mountain, dragon, now leave before I have you escorted." He warned.
Alduin nodded his head again, disliking the feeling of submission, and turned to leave. Taking off, he directed himself towards Warfang.
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Spyro had found a river, caught some fish, and was just making his way back to Cynder, when he felt something. He didn't know what it was, almost felt like his time powers, except he hadn't used his time abilities. The feeling came and went within a second, but it made Spyro uneasy.
He landed in the field he had woken in, and put the fish down. Cynder still hadn't stirred, which worried Spyro. Had the mending of the planet hurt her? She wasn't the one who channelled the magic, maybe Spyro's barrier wasn't enough.
Spyro's mind went back to his final fight with Malefor, he couldn't believe it was over. After so long, Malefor was gone, his influence over the world was over. Now they had the dark army to deal with, but that was all.
Spyro didn't know what to do, his life had so long been centered on Malefor, he felt lost. Maybe he could go back to his adopted parents, he hadn't seen them in years, they were probably wondering how he was doing. Spyro was suddenly hit with nostalgia, thinking back to when life was so simple.
Oh, how childish had been, listening to Sparx's stories, and actually believing them. It felt like an eternity since he left his home to figure out his identity. Looking back on it, if he hadn't left, he wouldn't have been able to save the world... three times.
Cynder's shuffling brought Spyro back. She had finally awakened, and instantly sat up. Probably not the best choice, as her head started throbbing. "Ugh, Spyro, where are we?" She turned her gaze to him.
"I think we are near Warfang, but too far to make it before night." Spyro reported, nodding towards the distant mountains. "I say we make it as far as we can today, and hopefully get there tomorrow."
Cynder frowned, not liking the idea of spending another night in the wilderness. "Okay we can do that." She tried to stand, but lost balance because of her headache. Spyro rushed over to her.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Spyro worriedly questioned.
"I'm good," Cynder responded. "Just a headache. Saving the world is harder then it looks." Cynder stood again, this time without falling, and tried to look as okay as possible. "Please, don't let me slow us down. If there's anything wrong, we can sort it out better in Warfang."
Spyro nodded, seeing the logic, "okay, Cynder, just don't be afraid to say something." With that, Spyro took off, flying towards the distant mountains, Cynder by his side.
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Alduin had been flying for only a while, it was starting to get dark. He decided it was safer to find a clear place to land. He did not know what was hiding in the shadows of the forest. At least in the open, he would have time to prepare for an attack. Alduin directed his flight toward a nearby river. The treeline was back enough for him to land comfortably.
Alduin settled down, gazing up at the night sky. The world here was different from Nirn, it had two moons, but they seemed smaller and distant. The constellations weren't there either. Alduin looked at the river, wondering how different it was from a river in Nirn.
It felt strange, being on a new world. Alduin felt almost... unnatural, like he shouldn't exist here. But also freeing, he was no longer guided by destiny. He couldn't help but feel this was a good change, even if he didn't want it. Alduin was free of his destiny, and he was happy.
Not that he had been dissatisfied with his destiny, but in the end he would have felt empty again. Alduin used to be the king of the dragons, with one word, he could do anything. After he was betrayed by Parthuurnax, he realized he had lost that control.
Alduin could see this new world he was in as a new chance, to be better. The idea was brand new, maybe it was his disconnection with his destiny, or some other outer force directing his will. But Alduin could feel that this world needed him to be good.
At that thought, Alduin closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep. Dreaming of his possible future as the world's new hero.
