Yo, Faeriesgaurde here with my first fanfiction: The Tempest of Fairy Tail. Here is the summary.
They say that the people are victims of the winds of destiny, mere clouds carried where ever the wind went. What happens when the wind changes direction? Where do the clouds go then? AU. OC x Erza. Skyrim semi-crossover. Rated M.
Without further ado, let's get on with the show!
The Tempest of Fairy Tail
Prologue
'... Where... Where am I?'
Drip.
'I can't remember anything...'
Drip. Drip.
'I can't feel anything...'
A boy lay in the mud, broken. His blonde hair dirtied with spots of brown, his right eye and arm missing, and a trail of blood ran down his mud-streaked face. The rain picked up, crying for the boy. He lie there, in a puddle of dirt and blood, with one thought plaguing his mind.
'Am I... dead?'
But that was not to be. You see, under normal circumstances this boy would be dead, and a young boy named Natsu would be found by a fire dragon by the name of Igneel. However, this boy lived that day, and in his place, the boy known as Natsu died. And instead of a fire dragon, a wind dragon found the boy. This wind dragon was Tempestos. And the boy... would become a legend.
'Wake up...'
'Wake up.'
'WAKE UP!'
The remainder of the blonde's pair of eyes shot wide open, as he awoke with a jolt. Sweating, he looked at his one arm, and the stub where his other used to be. Reaching up to his forehead and wiping away his sweat, the boy got up off of the floor. He had fallen asleep whilst training outside the cave again.
'The same dream again...'
It had been 4 years since the Tempestos, his foster father and the Dragon of Storms, had found him laying in the mud, halfway dead and completely scarred. Tempestos said that he would get over it, but after 4 years of the same nightmare, he was beginning to feel doubtful. Hearing a flapping noise and feeling gusts of wind batter his body, he pursed his lips in a worried frown. This had been the 5th time alone this month that he had passed out.
"BOY! You better have a good reason for falling asleep again!" a familiar voice boomed from atop the mountain. Looking up, the boy saw a massive grey-scaled dragon with blood red eyes and cerulean horns and claws perched on the peak of the mountain.
"Forgive me father, I... I trained too hard and stressed myself to the point where I passed out." He said, biting his lip and bowing his head. The dragon snarled and roared at the blonde.
"Fool! Don't give me that 'I passed out' excuse again! This has been the 5th time this month! How are you going to perfect your Wind Dragonslayer magic then?! I don't want you to be reliant on that lacrima I implanted into you to keep you alive!" Tempestos swooped down and landed in front of the boy, causing him to fall on his back.
"If you were truly training as hard as you said you were, then show me! Show me the power of your shout! Your roar! Let me taste it!" Tempestos roared. Gritting his teeth in anger, the boy got up to his feet and shouted at the dragon.
"Fine! I'll show you just how powerful I am! Wind Dragon's ROAR!" He cupped his one hand around his mouth, and let out a stream of razor sharp wind blades that tore through the ground and impacted Tempestos with a force so great that a large explosion noise was heard. The wind dragon, surprised at such a powerful attack, staggered backwards.
"Again! With more explosive power!"
"Wind Dragon's ROAR!"
"MORE! MORE POWER! ADD MORE FORCE INTO IT!"
"WIND DRAGON'S ROAAARR!"
This time, the attack was so powerful, it knocked Tempestos back into the mountain wall. The surrounding trees were ripped from the earth, the plants were torn from their roots, the animals were shredded to pieces, and the rock itself exploded. Panting, the boy collapsed to his knees, throat sore and barely able to breath. There was steam coming from his mouth, and every time he coughed, he would cough some blood. Finally unable to take anymore, he passed out, and fell on the floor unconscious. Tempestos had recovered, and shook his head. Letting out a guttural chuckle, he smiled the best a dragon could.
"You did well... Kayne."
Across the globe in the land of Tamriel, atop the Throat of the World, at the long-abandoned stronghold of High Hrothgar, the ancient spirits of the Greybeards stirred. A whisper spread through the lands and across all of the realms. A word thought to be long forgotten. A legend lost to the world today, they chanted it. Slowly, the whisper became a voice, and the voice became a shout. The night of July 7, X777, the world tasted the raw tongue of the Greybeards. A word that would ring in the ears of all those who chose to listen.
"Dovahkiin."
Kayne tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling to himself incoherently. He shot up in a cold sweat, panting with a frightful look in his eye. But it wasn't the same nightmare as the ones he's had for 4 years. No, it was another dream, a dream of a dragon bigger than Tempestos. A pitch-black dragon with blue markings all over his body. It was razing the lands, with black fire burning everywhere. Tempestos lay dead, at Kayne's side. The dragon landed on top of Tempestos, trampling his body, and it brought it's head close to the shaking Kayne. With a cold stare into his very soul, the dragon spoke one word.
"Dovahkiin."
And it was terrifying. Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, he exited the cave to train off his worries. When he stepped outside, he saw beams of radiating light that illuminated the night sky. And Tempestos was outside too, perched at the peak of the mountain. Roaring a mighty roar, he flew straight up into one of the beams and ascended above the stars. The beams of light faded, and so did all traces of Tempestos. Kayne rushed forward to where the beam was, and scratched at the ground, panicked.
"Tempestos! Tempestos, where did you go?! Tempestos! TEMPESTOS!" Kayne cried out. He ran around the forest, searching for him. He looked up into the sky, hoping to find another of whatever sucked Tempestos in. He ran back into the cave, and he found a message carved into the wall where Tempestos would normally sleep.
'My son, it is my time to go. To where, I cannot tell you; you must find that out for yourself. But, I am not without a heart. I am unlike the other Elemental Dragons, as I am not bound to a set of rules. My parting gift to you are these books, and the words inscribed onto the wall. You will be able to read them, and understand their true meaning. This is the language of the dragons. To you mortals, it was once known as the Thu'um, the shout. The art has long gone, passed with my brother Paarthurnax. These words contain power. Do not misuse them. I would never once say this to you in person, but...
Zu'u lokaal hi.
Make me proud, my son.
-Tempestos'
He collapsed on the ground, tears streaming from his one eye. Tempestos, no, his father was gone. The one who saved his life and raised him to be who he was. Looking up at the message, he gained a determined gleam in his eye. Clenching his fist, he slammed his fist into the earth.
"I promise I'll make you proud, dad."