Chapter 1:A minor inconvenience, or not
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A golden dragon stood proudly within his chamber, silently staring at the eight figures standing before him. Despite the dragon's towering form, the eight figures looked at the majestic creature without betraying any emotion. The dragon is none other than Akatosh, the chief of the nine divines of Nirn.
"I believe that all of us here knew that the dovahkiin is dead, which makes things slightly," Akatosh paused for a while, making eye contact with every divine present at his chamber, before continuing. "complicated"
The divines slightly nodded at Akatosh's words, before Akatosh moved his jaws once again. "That's why I summoned all of you here. I have a plan, a plan that would require the assistance of you all."
It's been a month since the fall of Beacon, Penny's dead, Pyrrha's dead, Beacon has fallen, and Yang lost her right arm. The traumatizing events that transpired a month ago had took a toll on Yang, both physically and mentally. The crestfallen women was sitting on a tree stump outside her house, alternating her gazes between the blue skies and her remaining arm. Embroiled in sorrow and sadness over the loss of her friends and her right arm, the blonde has lost the confidence and cheerfulness that defined Yang Xiao Long. Sinking into another episode of depression, Yang buried her head in her remaining hand, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
Negative thoughts flooded the mind of the 17-year-old woman. She had failed to protect those that she cared about, her partner betrayed her and left her alone, and she no longer can protect her sister due to her dismemberment. All because she was weak. More tears rolled down the cheeks of the blonde as her negative thoughts got the better of her.
All in a sudden, a loud crash was heard, snapping Yang out of her depression. Something crashed into the ground, and judging by the noise it made, it wasn't just a meteorite. Yang lifted her head to locate the source of the noise, only to find a golden, metallic object firmly embedded in the ground of the nearby forest. The blonde slowly approached the object in question, until she was close enough to feel the heat radiated from the still hot piece of metal. Yang stood idly before the object as it cooled down, questioning herself what to do with the object. Curiosity finally got the better of her as she extended her left arm to grab the handle of the object. A few minutes later, the object was finally free from it's constraints, the results being an exhausted Yang and some loose ground. Now with the object nicely placed on the ground, Yang took a moment to examine the thing, whatever it is, in all its glory.
Two purple handles with golden knobs protruded from the ends of the object, with a cylindrical piece of gold forming its center. Precious gemstones decorated the sides of the said piece of gold, with its slightly bulging center covered in curved lines and circles carved into it. Whoever that made this must be a skilled craftsman, thought Yang as she squatted down to further observe the object. The object is clearly holding something valuable, but what is it? A question formed in Yang's mind as she turned the object with her remaining hand, facing some difficulties in the process, revealing a piece of paper dangling out of the thing. It somehow resembles a glorified version of a toilet paper holder, maybe that's what it is, thought the blonde woman as she pulled the piece of paper out of it's container. An ancient-looking piece of paper, its colour darkened by the unforgiving currents of time, came into sight. Strange symbols and drawing littered the surface of the said piece of paper. The thing that perplexed Yang is that the symbols started to glow as she continued to pull the paper out of the thing. And that's the last thing she knew before her world-saving journey began, as she was blinded by a blast of white light and fell unconscious.
Everything was blurry and dark. What happened just now? A few moments before, she was investigating a glorified piece of toilet paper. And now, she was at somewhere completely unknown. It surely wasn't Patch, as her father wouldn't let her lie on a piece of cold, hard stone, especially after she went out like that in the wilds. It wasn't the hospital either, they don't have stone beds either. In fact, it doesn't feel like she was in Remnant anymore. The air was filled with something…strange. It's feels like Aura, but it's something different. Probably one of Atlas' high tech facilities, but wouldn't it mean that she was in grave danger or something? It probably costed her dad a lot of favours to get her to Atlas. Then, she started hearing people talking.
"This is the chosen one? Ha, very funny indeed, Julianos." Said a man with a deep voice, his tone more sarcastic than anything else. "I bet she wouldn't even be able to take on a mudcrab."
Is the man insulting her? Even though she lost to Adam, she definitely isn't weak enough to lose to a mere mudcrab! Yang's mind is filled with anger now, and she tried to sit up to confront the man. But she didn't, her body felt soft and limp, and she couldn't even move a finger. Yang started to panic, what happened to her? Why does she feel so soft? What did these people did to her? What did the man meant by the chosen one? As questions began to form in the blonde's mind, she started feeling blurry again, only vaguely hearing the rest of the conversation as her consciousness faded.
"Talos, no need to point out the obvious." Said the man who apparently is the Julianos that the first voice mentioned.
"What? She doesn't even have her right arm! How is she going to fight like this?"
"But she's the only hope we got right now, so shut up while I do what I can,Talos."
"Fine, fine, fine."
Then, Yang felt a being hovered above her body. It's aura is strong, stronger than even a fully qualified huntsman. But it's definitely neither human or faunus, the being is something more powerful. A wave of soothing energy enveloped her, it's warmth comforting her very soul. It was a pleasant experience, with all of her discomforts washed away in an instant. All in a sudden, she felt an excruciating pain as the being, which she just realized to be a soul, jammed within her own soul. It felt like her body is going to burst into pieces. Unable to withstand the pain, she screamed on the top of her lungs before falling fully unconscious.
A bright blue sky was presented towards her as Yang slowly opened her eyes. Unable to fully recall the events that transpired before, the blonde woman groaned in frustration. All that she could remembered is that she had been somewhere strange. There were voices, although she didn't remember what they said. Then there's the pain. Yang took a quick look at her body in search for wounds, relieved to have find none. Yet, she still felt strange, like something else was in her soul. In fact, she felt like she's became someone different. Yang flared her aura, which still had the familiar golden glow that she was accustomed to. 'This surely is strange.' Thought Yang before she decided to put that off until later.
Slowly standing up, she observed her surroundings. She's on a small hill, covered in grass and the occasional large rock. A forest can be found to her left, but it doesn't look familiar to her. "Dad, can you hear me?" Yang called out, trying to find her father. Noticing the lack of response, she called out again. "Dad, can you hear me?" Just as Yang was preparing to call out again, she heard a faint roar in the distance. The roar sounded like what a Grimm would make, only that it's much louder, and much more menacing. She frantically searched her surroundings for something that could be used as a weapon, but she found nothing.
The thing roared again, and it is much closer this time. Yang looked around to locate the source, and she did find it. A grey coloured beast soared the skies around her, it's wings flapping occasionally to keep it in the skies. The beast was massive, probably the size of a bullhead, and it looked like a dragon. The beast landed, probably facing it's enemies, and spewed a torrent of fire. Maybe it was really a dragon? Yang rubbed her eyes, the creature was still there, with another stream of fire rushing out of it's mouth.
The massive beast expanded it's wings and took off, soaring the skies as it let out a triumphant roar. A few charred corpses littered the ground where the beast once stood. Yang's eyes widened in shock as she looked at the carnage caused by the beast. The scene before her forced her to relive the darkest moments of her life. She knelt down in anguish as images of the destruction of Beacon, her dead friends, and finally her failure against Adam appeared in her mind. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was once again visited by her trauma.
Yang zoned out for a moment, completely unaware of the battle between the beast and a ragtag group of guards and adventurers happening nearby. A couple of Whiterun guards and a few adventurers, which was comprised of a Khajiit swordsman, a Redguard warrior, and an Argonian mage, engaged the dragon on the grassy plains. The Khajiit was wearing a set of Dawnguard armor, skilfully trading blows with the beast using his broadsword. Meanwhile,the Redguard warrior's body was protected by a set of well-crafted steel armor. With a warhammer in his hands, the Redguard fought valiantly against the fierce creature, occasionally smashing the mythical beast in the head, stunning it for a moment. The mage, with nothing but his robes and bare hands, provided support for the group with his fireballs, which served fine to distract the dragon until he was incinerated with a stream of fire.
"Shit, we lost one!" yelled the Redguard as the group was steadily losing ground against the beast. With a loud war cry, the warrior charged the dragon. A few seconds later, he was sent flying backwards by a shout from the dragon. The Khajiit's eyes widened in shock as his comrade fell dead on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. "Argh, I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!" yelled the Khajiit as he readied his sword. The dragon, unfazed by the words of a mere mortal, responded with a stream of fire at the direction of the swordsman. The Khajiit dodged the attack by rolling to the side, watching the remainder of his group swiftly mowed down by a stream of fire as he stood up. He knew that the guards never stood a chance against the beast, but to see them die like this is something different. The Khajiit scanned his surroundings, noticing a blonde woman kneeling on the ground crying. The dragon noticed the exact same thing, and it knew that she is a threat from the first glance. The mighty beast shifted it's gaze towards the young woman, it's eyes filled with hatred. This woman must be took down before she had the chance to become stronger, thought the dragon as it prepared for a fire breath shout.
"She's gonna die." Mumbled the Khajiit in terror.
Yang's tears continued to wash her face with tears as she continued to be assaulted by her depressing thoughts. Her eyes widened in terror as she relived her battle with Adam over and over again. She could see Adam's smirk as he stabbed her partner and sliced off her arm, the Grimm chasing down innocent people, and her failure to protect those that she cared about. Then, she heard a voice, filled with the intent to kill.
"Yol Toor Shuul!" a shout echoed through the air as the dragon spewed out a torrent of fiery death towards the blonde woman. The mighty beast watched with a smirk as the woman was engulfed in its deadly fires. Nothing could survive that, absolutely nothing. The dragon turned his head to face his last opponent, the arrogant Khajiit.
"You are persistent, kaaz. But it wouldn't save you from your death." The dragon stared at the Khajiit, its eyes striking terror into the heart of the opponent. The Khajiit could feel his legs shiver at the threatening looks of his adversary, but he could do nothing against such a mighty opponent.
The dragon watched with glee as its opponent was utterly terrified, knowing that his mortal life was going to end soon enough. But his expression changed from a look of terror to one of shock and disbelief as he stared at something behind the winged beast. The dragon took a glance behind itself, only to find that a blonde woman was staring at it, the one that was supposed to have died from its fires.
"Interesting…you should have been dead, mortal. Never mind, I'll make sure that you stay dead this time." Said the dragon to the blonde woman before it unleashed a shout on her. "Fus Ro Dah!"
The kinetic force from the shout send the blonde stumbling a few steps backwards, but it isn't the result that the dragon desired. Instead of dying like the weak Redguard, she seemed to be merely agitated by its attack. Her lilac eyes turned red, and her hair started to glow with fire.
"You are dead, beast." said the blonde.
Author's Note: Well, here's the first chapter, hooray! I would like to take a moment to thank all of my friends and family who had helped me to write this fic, especially Gaim no kaze for helping me to fix any problems with the fic, and also RT and Bethesda for making awesome stuff like this. This is kinda my first fic, so constructive criticism is welcome. That's all for today, I'll try to post the next chapter the next week.
Edit: Removed some parts of the story. Thanks for the review, Lyxi!