CHAPTER ONE
An ancient Nord with grey hair, frail pale skin, a grey beard cloak and cowl, and the brightest pair of gold eyes laid in a bed, reading a book while the constant snow storm hit the windows. The old man snapped the book close and placed it on the cabinet next to the bed. "*COUGH* Hehe, this frail old body can't even move books anymore," the old man said and then felt his death coming along. "I have no qualms about dying. I lived a fulfilling life filled with adventure, mischief, and knowledge," the old man said and then went into a coughing fit. "Take me away Arkay, I leave Tamriel in the hands of the new set of heroes," the old man said and closed his eyes for the last time and breathed his final breath for the last time.
(All across Tamriel)
Dragons of all sizes and shapes looked towards the direction of High Hrothgar sensing the death of the greatest. All of them looked up to the sky and shouted their mightiest Thuu'um, "vos zoklot do dovah praan ko unahzaal slumber!" was heard all across Nirn.
(SCENE CHANGE)
The old man who recently died was now floating through space itself. Age seemed to reverse itself and his once grey hair turned to midnight black, his frail skin became young again but still pale, and his eyes seemed to glow as bright as the sun. Then a man wearing red robes with a golden sash appeared next to him. The man with red robes had pale skin, gold hair and beard, his right hand was black as midnight while his left hand was pale as snow, and in his left hand was a wooden cane.
"Why am I not in Sovngarde?" the now young man asked.
"Your journey is not done," the red robed man said.
"What do you mean, Arkay?" the man said to Arkay, God of the cycle of birth and death.
"There is another dimension that is in need of your help," Arkay said.
"What do you mean another dimension, something like oblivion?" the man asked.
"No, Oblivion is a plain of existence outside the bounds of mortal men. This dimension I speak of differs far from you own where technology and fighting have improved in leaps and bounds. All will be explained in due time," Arkay said.
"I understand Arkay, send me to this dimension you speak of," the man said.
Arkay lifted up his cane and started chanting in a language not known to any mortal. When he finished the chant he brought his cane down on the ground and a blast of black energy pulsed out around the area and the man started to fade away.
"Know that the divines watch over you," Arkay said and the man fully faded away.
(SCENE CHANGE)
One moment he was floating in space and now he laid in a grassy hill while his body started to change again. His frail body shifted to becoming masculine, not overly muscular but the body of a professional swimmer. His grey beard clothes shifted to a pitch black leather hood, a black long sleeved leather armor with many pockets, black leather pants, black leather boots, and black leather gauntlets. This was the armor of the guild master of the thieves guild. At his waist were two sheathed swords. One was black as night and held a black falcon crest on the hilt, the Nightingale sword. On the other side of his hip was a sword that glowed as bright as the sun and seemed to be on fire and had a miniature sun in the hilt, this was Dawnbreaker wielded by the champions of Meridia.
The man stood up and pulled the hood over his head sending a black shadow across his face. The only thing visible on his face were his eyes, which glowed like the sun and looked like a predator hunting its prey.
Looking to his left he saw a note, he picked it up and read through it.
Dear Owen,
You will know that you are in the different dimension. Your body has been restored to the time you defeated thee three foes of man. The laws of man and weapons of man are different here. All of your weapons and armor will be given to you but you will have to find them on your own. A good start is to head to a place known as New York where your questions will possibly be answered.
Yours truly, Arkay
Owen read through the note again and then groaned out in frustration. "Why do they insist on making my life difficult?" he asked himself. He looked around the entire area and saw no hint of civilization. "Picking randomly hasn't failed me yet," he said to himself and then started to walk in a random direction.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Owen found a small town made up of stone and materials he has never seen before. On the roads that looked perfect were machines that carried man at fast paces, he was sure that this town was ruled by the Dwemer.
Owen walked up to a man wearing the oddest clothing he has ever seen and holding a small device that was held up to his ear and he was talking into it. When the man saw him he jumped, turned around, and ran, how rude.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to drop the weapons on your waist," a voice said and turning around Owen saw a man wearing a blue uniform holding some sort of strange yellow weapon. "Sir, I won't ask again," the man said.
"What is wrong with having swords sheathed?" Owen asked.
"The fact that you have a sword with you is dangerous, now put the weapons on the ground," the man said.
"No, these swords were given to me by great people, technically," Owen said but muttered the last part to himself.
The man pulled the trigger on his device and cords shot out of it and landed on Owen's chest and electricity coursed through his body.
This is nothing compared to the mages I've fought, Owen thought to himself as he conjured up a ball of lightning in his left hand. He lifted his hand and aimed it at the man. He released the energy and the basic spark spell shot out and hit the man in the chest, knocking him out.
He was weaker than anyone else I've ever met, Owen thought to himself. He walked up to the knocked out man and searched his body. He found a strange weapon that had a handle, a trigger, and a barrel on top of the handle. Owen aimed the weapon up in the air and pulled the trigger and a bullet shot out.
To the average person the bullet went at impossible speeds, but to Owen the bullet was slow.
My arrows can go faster than that, Owen thought as he dropped the device.
Looking around he saw the streets were now completely empty. He walked to a sign that said bus stop and observed the map.
"According to this map New York city is that way," Owen said to himself.
Owen then looked at a puddle and the clear water turned black and boiling. Out of the puddle came a horse that had a black mane and black hair, its saddle was black and a piece of cloth hanged from the saddle and covered the sides of the horse. On the black cloth was a blood red hand. The most noticeable feature was its eyes, they were glowing red.
"Shadowmere my old friend, we shall ride that way," Owen said as he mounted Shadowmere and pointed towards New York City.
Shadowmere started galloping in that direction, happy to see his old friend. They left the town behind and galloped on the lonely road.
(TIME SKIP)
It was night and Owen was still mounted on Shadowmere as they galloped into the city. They eventually came to a halt and Owen dismounted Shadowmere.
"Take these old friend, I think the people of this dimension do not appreciate swords," Owen said as he tied Dawnbreaker and the Nightingale sword around Shadowmere's saddle.
Then Shadowmere walked into the shadows and returned to the void.
Owen pulled out the blade of Woe from one of his pockets and sheathed it on his belt. He then walked up to a building and started climbing up it, knowing no one would see him during night. He used the hinges, windows, and cracks to climb the building. Once he was near the top he threw his right arm and gripped onto the edge of the roof. He let go of the hole his left hand was in and threw it up so that it was also gripping the edge of the roof. This left his feet dangling in the air. He then gave a heave and brought himself onto the roof.
"That was fun," he said to himself.
Then he felt it, a brief flash of energy that most people would not even notice. But he wasn't an arch mage for nothing. The energy that flashed was similar to that of lightning but somehow different.
He searched the magicka in the area and felt a strong source of it nearby. He looked to his right and saw a large building with a large cloud over it.
"Found it," Owen said and started to run to the building. He jumped from roof to roof, climbed up walls, and made impossible drops that would break normal people's bones. He did this until he was at the entrance of the building that radiated mass power.
He then pulled up a rope with a hook on the end of it and started swinging it in a clock wise motion and in one swift motion he threw the hook up into the air and the rope burned against his hands as the hook went up. The hook broke through a window and started sailing back until it got caught on bottom of the window seal.
Owen tugged the rope a bit to test if it was sturdy. Once satisfied with it he placed his feet on the wall and started walking up the side of the building. He used the rope to pull himself up, of course, and ignored the burning in his hands caused by the rope.
He then reached the broken window and let his left hand go and reached up to grab the window, he wished he didn't. The broken glass stabbed into his hand. He ignored the pain and gripped onto the window seal, making the glass go in deeper, and let go of the rope with his right hand and reached up to hold onto the window seal with the same results happening. He pulled himself up and rolled into the building.
Alarms immediately started to go off. "Oh son of a whore," Owen said as he pulled out the bits of glass.
It didn't take a genius to realize that those alarms were bad so Owen walked up to a door and pulled out the blade of Woe. He then jammed it between the crack of the door and wiggled the blade part around. Then the door slid open showing two steel cables and nothing else.
Owen jumped and grabbed onto the cords. He wrapped his legs around it and started to shimmy up the cords.
Owen reached the top and saw a door in the way. "Please work," he said as he pulled the blade of Woe out and cut the cord. Holding on to the cord that didn't fall, he swung back and forth and when he swung forward he let go and slammed into the door, breaking through it. He landed on the floor and rolled forward and stopped on his back.
"Ow," he groaned out as he pulled himself up. He looked around and saw that he was on top of the building.
Then the burst of power was felt again and was stronger than before. Owen looked up and found that the source of power was coming from the giant cloud above the building.
"How in Oblivion do I get up there?" he asked himself then the answer came to him. "Dur Neh Viir!" Owen shouted out in the ancient Thu'um of the dragons. Then purple fire spread out through the night sky and the fire took form, the form of a dragon. The fire eventually became solid and created bones and skin for the dragon.
"You call me Dovahkiin," the dragon said as it flew around the building.
"I do, Durnehviir," Owen said and then pointed at the cloud. "Take me to that cloud," he said and then jumped of the building and landed on Durnehviir's neck.
"As you say," Durnehviir said and then took flight to the cloud while Owen was gripping to his Durnehviir's horns.
(SCENE CHANGE)
12 giant people sat in huge thrones in a giant room. "Come and sit, we have much to discuss," a man wearing white robes said and the other eleven sat down. "Now down to bui-" whatever that man was going to say was cut off by a crashing noise.
"What was that?" a man with brown hair and sea green eyes asked.
"Damn it Durnehviir, I said take me up to the cloud not crash into the biggest building you see!" a males voice said.
"My apologies Dovahkiin," a deep voice said.
"That's what you said last time when you crashed into Harkon's palace. Do you know how much trouble you cause me when you do that?!" the male voice said.
"You said you needed to get into the palace quickly, I got you in the fastest way," the deep voice said with a hint of amusement.
"Somedays you're impossible Durnehviir, you can go," the male's voice said and the sound of fire burning was heard and then stopped.
Walking around the corner into the throne room was a man wearing a black leather suit.
"Divine shit, you guys are taller than any giant I've seen," the man said.
"Who are you mortal?!" a man with brown hair, brown beard, white robe, and a huge lightning bolt in his hand said.
"Who are you calling mortal?" the man asked.
"Zeus, king of the Olympians. Now answer my question," Zeus said.
"Well I go by many names. Harbinger of the Companions, Arch mage of the college of winter hold, guardian of Nocturnal, listener of the night mother, champion of seven Deadra princes, slayer of the world eater, destroyer of the vampire lord, killer of the first, and the Dovahkiin or in your tongue Dragonborn. But you can call me Owen," Owen said.
"Now that I know who you are, I can kill you for trespassing," Zeus said and hurled the lightning bolt.
It sailed through the room and was about to impact Owen. Then Owen lifted his hand and simply caught the bolt like it was nothing. The lightning seemed to be absorbed into him and the only remains of the lightning bolt was a celestial bronze pole.
"My turn," Owen said as he lifted his hands up. Sparks started to crackle from his hands and two large orbs of lighting formed in each hand. He put his hands together and the two orbs became one large orb. "Feel true lightning," he said as he released the energy.
Pure white lightning shot out of his hands and hit Zeus in the chest, sending him back. The lightning continued for five minutes before it stopped. "This is why you don't fuck with a master of magic," Owen said.
Then he lifted his right hand and fire shot out of it to block the water spear hurled at him. The spear turned to steam before it could get anywhere close to him.
Owen looked towards the source of the water and saw a brown hair man with sea green eyes holding a trident looking at him. "Screw off," Owen said and fired the electricity again only for the man to raise his trident and deflect the lightning.
"Wuld Nah Kest!" Owen shouted out and he disappeared and reappeared right in front of the trident wielding man with the blade of Woe held in reverse grip edge out held over his head. Owen brought it down to stab the man but the man raised his trident and parried the blade.
Owen summoned an ice spike in his hand and shot at the trident man who used water to catch the ice. Owen then charged forward and jumped up and slashed at the man's face, causing a cut and golden ichor to come out from the cut instead of regular blood.
"You won't be the first thing I've killed that has had different blood," Owen said and flipped the blade so that his index finger and thumb pinched the point of it. He then pulled his hand back and threw it forward at the trident man.
But the trident man through his trident and the two weapons met midair. Owen held out his hands and two see through purple swords formed in both hands. The trident man held his right hand out and a water trident appeared.
Owen charged at him met the trident head on. The two clashed for dominance as the pushed each other back. Owen then then released the spell and twirled under the trident which went flying over his head. He then summoned a bound axe and stuck it in the leg of the trident man. He back flipped away from the man and a trident crashed into where he was previously,
Owen summoned a bound bow and ran around the room shooting arrow after arrow faster than any bullet. The arrows sailed true to their targets and kept hitting the trident wielding man who tried to hit the arrows with his trident before he got hit but the arrows were too fast.
Trident man summoned a sphere of water around himself to block the arrows but Owen just strung harder and the arrows shot through the ball of water and continued to hit the man.
By the time the bound bow was released the trident man was on his knees with arrows sticking out from every part of his body and golden ichor staining the ground. The trident man fell forward and landed face first on the ground.
"No wonder the divines sent me here to help. You guys are horrible at fighting," Owen said and didn't even look tired at all.
Zeus got up and stared at Owen with hate. "We are Gods mortal, you will bow down to us," Zeus said using his last and first resort for everything.
"Your point being. I've killed Gods before," Owen said and Zeus seemed to get mad when he said this.
"Now, now, there is no need for fighting," a women with grey eyes and brown hair said. "How about we let the calm people speak and the bloodthirsty bigots be quiet," she said and Zeus was about to say something but the calmer Gods looked at him and he just sat on his thrown.
"Good, now first question, who are you?" the women asked.
"I am Owen the Dovahkiin," Owen said.
"Where are you from?" she asked.
"The dimension known as Nirn," Owen said.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"The nine divines said that my destiny was no done so they sent me here," he said.
"What do you mean destiny?" she asked and before Owen could answer three old women appeared in the room.
"Lady Fates, we were not expecting you," Zeus said.
"Quiet youngling the prophecy has changed," one of the older woman said and the twelve Olympians looked at them in shock.
"What do you mean?" Zeus asked.
"The prophecy has changed, it now says…" CLIFF HANGER!
AUTHORS NOTE
Hello to any person reading this. I am Legend of Legend and this is my new story that I've been thinking about making for some time now so if you could support it that would be great. Reviews are welcomed. I do not own Percy Jackson or The Elder Scrolls.
Wuld Nah Kest- Whirlwind Fury Tempest
Dur Neh Viir- Curse never dying
vos zoklot do dovah praan ko unahzaal slumber- Let the greatest of dragons rest in unending slumber