Chapter 1- Unknowns
The sky split to welcome him as he fell from the vortex of Time itself. He roared, shattering the calm silence that hung over the land. In his claws, he clutched something- someone. Someone who he had reached out for, dragged through the swirling storms as he had flown through them and collided with their time. Someone from a different time in a different world, whose mind and soul he recognized through prophecy passed down through hundreds of years by Akatosh himself.
While it annoyed him that it was a human he had been given as his inheritance, he settled that it was of a different kind than the ones that he had so often battled, who had used the Kel, who had put him, the son of the God of Time himself, into Time itself! Bah, it was useless thinking of past events. He glared down at the limp figure he carried, and he tilted his head slightly. Something was wrong… He sniffed the air, now able to smell again since he didn't have the constant time winds blowing any trace of scent away from him-
Blood.
Leave it to his recently awful luck to get a broken present.
She felt like she was floating, lost in space. That was odd- she was fairly certain that she hadn't been in space whenever she blacked out… She had blacked out, hadn't she? She looked around, but there was only a single star in sight- a massive, golden star that seemed to be far too close. The star suddenly seemed to expand, changing rapidly into a strange creature with a reptilian head and… wings? That was odd, but she guessed that it was a dream and these things always happened- didn't they? She couldn't remember.
Then it began speaking to her.
"I am sorry… but I had to make this promise long ago. Destruction must occur to guarantee construction. Balance must be achieved. I can give my world a chance… but I must also take it away. Such is the task of the gods. You must understand what I expect of you- the same as what has been expected of you by your own. Your best. Nothing less, everything more if you can manage it in the state I must leave you in. I wish that I could leave you with the memory of them, but you will have to find the original you yourself… I can, however, leave you with a blessing befitting a Dovahin- the first Dovahin. The Last Dovahin. The power to speak in my children's language, to control their power and guide them, for that is the destiny you must have, otherworlder, long ago decided by the original Et'Ada, and again, I am sorry. So very, very sorry for taking you away from your own kind to fight against them. Perhaps, when all is over, I can take you back… but I do not know."
The fiery dragon began to fade away, but she wasn't done with this dragon-god thing yet.
"Hang on a second- what do you mean? Memory? Is that why I don't have any idea as to how I got here?"
"Oh, no, that is simply because you were unconscious."
"Well that's an answer, I guess, but what about the rest? It's just… I know the basics, but I don't know how I know them. How did I learn to talk in the first place? Why do I feel so… confused?"
"Hush now. You have lost much… Perhaps you can find it again, but until-"
"Stop with 'perhaps', and the 'maybes' and 'sorrys', and just give me a straight answer!"
"…I picked well." The dragon said with a thoughtful hum, and then it seemed to explode in a supernova, and she covered her eyes.
Alduin landed on the tower, still holding the human in one claw. He glared down at the mix of man and mer below- mostly the first, but a few of the latter. With a roar, he cracked the sky once again, and meteors fell from it. He looked down at the panicking mortals and shouted, a true Unrelenting Force, before he lifted into the sky. It was time to reintroduce himself to these lesser species, and he was certain that the 'Dovahin' he carried was not too badly injured. He dodged arrows and spells, broke down walls, breathed fire- Generally giving a display of his sheer power. However, he felt the human in his claws stirring- waking up ever so slowly. There was only one fitting place to go- he spread his wings, arcing away from the small town, towards a spot that only those that could fly could reach.
Skuldafn.
Some of his fallen kin were buried on the way there- it wouldn't hurt to revive some of them to create a better welcoming party for their newest ally in a war that had never quite ended.
Their prophesized general.
The Nonvul Dovahin.
The Grohiik.
Tamriel and the rest of Nirn would be his- starting with Skyrim.
I know, I know- it's nowhere near ANY of the stories I have planned. But~ I had this sleep-deprivation fueled idea that "I'mma make a whole series of Noble Six survival stories in as many different crossovers as I can manage! Forget canon- Ruin lore! MUHAHAHA-"
*Coughs* Right, anyways, I have no clue if this'll be a frequent update thing or a practically never update thing or an update it all at once after practically writing the whole thing in a couple of months.
And as for the first one being an Elder Scrolls crossover, blame it on Dovahchiief… who would make a good addition to the story on the Dragonborn's side, so there can be an awesome Hyper Lethal Showdown…
AUDIENCE, I HAVE AN IDEA.
Maybe.
I dunno.
Oh, I guess I oughta mention that I own nothing la-di-da-di-da, blah blah blah.
Oh, and in describing the 'Time Vortex', if you can guess where that's from, I'll like, let you come up with an OC Dragon to stick in the story to be part of Alduin's army or something. I dunno, I've got no idea how closely I want to follow the Skyrim storyline. XD
-MTDS
