This is a what if, cross over if what happened if this specific charter was torn from his world to another and by all means I don't own the Elder Scroll sires but do own the idea of the character Xanought (and others like Xamnis for history background sake) and his fictional life that he has I also do not own the familiar of Zero anime series nor it's charters

Part 1: prolog of the Dragon Mage

I am Xanougt, but my self and my colleges go by Xan.

I was the Arch Mage of Winter hold College in Skyrim, a land of Nords and Ice, I admit I never liked the cold and for being Berton of High Rock this is a big change, we never been strong, but we did make up in our power in mysticism, and in this era, in the land of Skyrim, I found it hard to be a Mage, for the Nords hate many of our kind.

I my not be a warrior in body, but I am one at heart.

The reason for me not being Arch Mage at Winter hold College is for the reason of being who and what I am and that is a Scholar that wishes to learn more of the world, at first when my journey began from Cyrodiil, where some of my ancestors come from, my father was a Mage and his Father before him and his Father, and so on, it was pasted down thru my family that one of my grate grandfathers who's name was Xamnis was not only the Arch Mage of the Arcane university but the one who stopped the Oblivion crisis, of course we never found out, and no history remains or holds any information of such things, I even herd from our family history that he was a member of a group called the Blades, but I never found out who they where either.

When the time came I decided to leave my home in Cyrodiil and head for our home land of High Rock, I went towards it only to get lost, I never mentioned this, but I do often forget that my sense of direction never worked well, I even had a map, and still got lost, I soon found myself in snowy mountains, and as I try to find my way, I run into some imperials, now normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but I found myself getting attacked by them in an ambush when stopping for directions from a group of travelers, I never had a chance to defend myself seeing as I was knocked out.

I soon awoke in a carriage my hands bound and one of the same men that I was asking for directions from with me bound as well.

If there is one thing that always fallowed my family it was always this, getting caught by imperials for some crime we are not aware of, my great grand father that supposedly stopped the Oblivion crisis, was a prisoner when he started, and many of my family that was caught by Imperils had no clue as to why they were sentenced to jail, it was some kind of curse.

After some time getting to know the man, his master and a horse thief, I soon found myself in quite the predicament, I was asking directions from people who were called the Storm Cloaks, and they were at war with the Imperials, so put two and two together and I was now associated with there enemies oh how fate loves to play with my family.

We finally got to our destination, a place called helgon, I hoped to fix this misunderstanding but I found a kink in my plan when the thief tried to run and got killed, but it didn't seem so bad when they asked for me to come forward and asked for my name he asked what I was doing there, but I dint know it was a rhetorical question so I answered him saying I was making my way to High Rock when I got lost then stopped for directions, the Imperial caption didn't seem to care and just said to send me to the block like the rest, so here I was, unjustly accused and about to be killed by people that wore swarm to keep the peace and justice ect-.

right know I just wished some ridicule miracle would happen, you could say I prayed to Xamnis for his help, for if he was watching I was hoping he could help and as if my plea was answered I saw something that shouldn't happen…I saw a Dragon black as night…then it came down and attacked.

There was chaos, my head about to be chopped off and now I was going to be killed by the thing that saved me in the next few moments, as I ran about I found the Imperil that had the list he didn't seem as bad as the caption so I fallowed him…that and my hands were still bound, with a rampaging dragon flying about, so I didn't have much of a choice on the matter, so as we were about to go into the keep, we stopped there was the same Storm Cloak that helped me, and both my savor from getting killed by the thing that saved me and the guy that almost helped me get back on the right road were arguing, I would be laughing if the situation wasn't so bad, you know with a Dragon going about killing all it found, men, women and children running about for there lives, solders and Monks and some Mages, trying to fight off the seemingly unstoppable Dragon, and said Dragon destroying any building I found standing while it was at it.

So I took it upon myself to get this straight and yelled "THIS IS NO TIME FOR POINTLESS BANTER IF YOU IDEOTS HAVE NOT NOTECED THERE IS A DRAGON FLYING AROUND DESTORYING EVERYTHING AND YOU TWO WANT TO STAND AROUND ARGUING!" after that was said they got the point it was not the time for it and ran.

Once inside we started to look for a way out, after my binds were undone of course, and once they were I could now use the skill I had learned, specifically Destruction and Restoration magic, as we made our way thru the building, that was falling apart, we gathered anything that might be of use, I found some clothing for a novice Mage, and got that on as fast as I could and found a Thome as well, but once we got out and got to his home town of River Wood, he asked if I could go and tell Whiterun that the town would need protection, and from there I learned I was Dragonborn and that Dragon were restringing to destroy the world, some how I think I shouldn't of asked Xamnis for help, because now I may become a ledgion, or not, and the people of Skyrim, well mostly the Nords, would ask for my help, and the Grey Beards wanted me to.

After half a year I was able to see the Blades, met and learn from the Grey Beards, get a nice home in Whiterun, learn the teacher of the Grey Beards Paarthurnax was actually a Dragon who wasn't all that terable bad (and great person to talk to when needed guidance or for no reason at all), become Arc Mage, get married to a Dark Elf that was learning at the College of Winter Hold(she was my match in so many ways), fight and kill a good deal of Dragons, fight the Dragon that first apperd and learn he wanted to end all sentient life and was also a world eater and Didric god of destruction(go figure), went to some kind of spirit world where I found my ancestor Xamnis and found out he did end the Oblivion crisis and I was distend to be a Dragon born and was proud to know I kept the family way's to reach the level of Master and also was happy to know that I became Arch Mage for a bit I would soon quit just so I didn't stay and collect dust he told me he made the same choice but that was because he didn't want to do hours of paperwork I heartily agreed with him.

And know I was at home with my beloved wife Brelyna, who was call Lyna for short and my House Carol Lydia, I still don't know why the Jarl had her be my body guard maybe to gain my favor? But it didn't matter it was good she did become my House Carol, she was fine to talk to and once I was married she kept Lyna company, we would go out for adventures now and then, I would mostly go out by myself so I didn't need to worry about my power hurting the ones that lived with me.

But it did work out well, I would go out into the world explore learn and write all I found, Lyna would stay in Whiterun and tend to a shop she made, with me as one of her suppliers, considering all the junk I find whiched varied from shards of wood plates and spoons, to powerful armor and weapons, she was quited the sales women, I don't know how she dose it, then there Lydia, she is like a sister to me for all the time we spent with one another and she makes a good friend to my wife, not to mention being a warrior, she keeps the house safe from any thieves when Lyna or I are not around, and even know she is a Nord she seems fine with spell caster like me or my Dark Elf wife, so life was the way one would probably call ideal.

But I knew better, I knew some how, in some way, something was going to happen.

I some times wish I was wrong.

Arther's Note's:

this will be my first crossover

i have been working on this way before i considering joining the site and it's older then my other fic's

this is also a way for me to practic some romance but i'm not going to be keen on it for it's somthing i nver bother really wrighting much