I own neither A Song of Ice and Fire or The Elder Scrolls. Though a man can dream.
"Long has the Storm Crown languished with no worthy brow to sit upon. By our breath we bestow it now to you in the name of Kyne, in the name of Shor, and in the name of Atmora of old. You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North. Hearken to it." - The Greybeards
The Dragon of the North: Prologue.
Through Space and Time, Fire and Ice did he travel. First he had lost all he held dear to him, then he had felt the sharp sting of betrayal. As he lay bleeding in the winter snow. Only to awaken in a new land, without memories of his old life. A land full of Dragons and monsters, bandits and thieves. Dragonborn they had called him. Many a year did he spend in that land slaying Dragons and fighting wars. All the while, he learned and picked up skills.
Skills in sneaking, crafting, archery, blade work, magic. He learned how to create, and how to destroy. How to heal, and how to kill. He traveled into the world of gods, and into the world of the dead, where he had slew his greatest enemy. The World Eater. He put down rebels in a civil war, and led the forces of man, in a Great War. Till finally peace had been achieved in the land of Cyrodiil, and Skyrim. It was then the Dragon God Akatosh, returned to him his memories.
After three long decades he could finally remember more than his own name Jon Snow. He could remember his father, Eddard. His Brothers, and his Sisters. His family, his home, everything! He could remember the deal, The deal he had made with the Dragon God of Time. That he would bring peace to the land of Cyrodiil. And when that was done the Great Dragon would return him to him own land. At a point in time where he would be able to save his loved ones from the doom that had befallen them.
Akatosh kept his promise! He sent him back to Westeros, back to his home. In a time two years before his father would be made Hand of the King! Back into his twelve year old body, but with all the skills of a man grown. And he had not sent him back alone, or empty handed. Now he had two years to prepare. To prepare to save his family from the Lions of the south, and the kingdom from the demons beyond the Wall. He would not fail! He would save them all! For he was Jon Snow, the Dragonborn, the Bastard of Winterfell, the Dragon of the North!
(A.N) As you can tell, this is a cross over with Skyrim. That being said, I've decided to put it here in the Song of Ice and Fire Category, instead of Crossover. Mainly because it will take place in Westeros, with only minor flash backs in Skyrim. As far as Skyrim Characters are concerned, there will be one who traveled with Jon. You will likely see him next chapter, which I will start on later today. I also put it here because, well... More readers would see it. What can I say? Anyways this is a Sequel to a story that I plan to write later, which will detail Jon's adventures in Skyrim. Although that will likely be awhile, as I really need to get my others stories updated. Blame it on my A.D.D!
However if one of you want to write it, get in contact with me and we can work it out. If not, I will get to it when I can. Anyways I hope this is a story that you will like, and I will see you next chapter. Please Review.
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