G'day, after playing Skyrim and watching Fairy Tail (I have committed too much time to it that I can't stop now), I felt inspired to make a crossover, some things in Skyrim have been changed to fit the purposes of this story better, you'll probably see it better later on.

Anyway, enjoy


Trapped, no escape, no hope. Couldn't even fight back, so powerless. How long had he been here now? He did not know, he just wanted freedom.

"Fear not Dragonborn, you will have what you desire soon. Be patient. Be strong. I shall contact you later."

Where did it come from? Was he hallucinating again?

It promised freedom, how mad it must be to think that freedom was possible.

No escape. No hope. Powerless.


The forest was quiet, only the soft sounds of a gentle breeze and chirping of crickets could be heard. The winds slowly began to pick up, become more violent with each passing minute, any mage in the area would have sensed an increase in magic energy. A purple spherical portal suddenly materialized into existence. An armoured knight fell through, collapsing on the ground and the portal closing behind him.

The armour the person wore was black and red and had spikes protruding from it at various points on the armour, like the shoulders. The helmet has had horns on it and covered almost all of the person's face, their eyes could be seen through the helmet though.

The person was breathing heavily as he laid on his back, simply staring up at the stars. A few minutes of silence passed before a small chuckle erupted from the figure.

"Freedom, at last!" A deep and rich voice said in a sigh of relief.

The armoured figure slowly stood, groaning with the amount of effort it took to do such a simple task. He was injured, drained of power and immensely tired. Taking a step forward, the man hissed in pain and clutched at where his ribs would be under the armour.

"It would seem I did not escape unharmed." The man growled.

He didn't have the energy to even heal himself completely. The bushes near him rustled about before a rather small bear appeared, not a cub but certainly not a full grown bear. The man gathered what little energy he had left to perform that which hasn't been heard in the world for centuries.

"Raan, Mir, Tah!" The man roared, the power of those words could be felt in the very air itself. A shock wave of white energy blasted forth and washed over the beast.

The beast walked forward in a trance and let the man climb on its back.

Leaning in close to the bear's ear, he whispered.

"Take me to a safe place so I may rest and recover."

The bear obeyed his command, it took a few minutes but soon it found a small cave, very small. The bear placed him on the ground, the cave could only just fit the two of them.

"Keep watch and protect me." The bear moved and placed itself between himself and the entrance to the cave.

He slowly closed his eyes, he sorely needed rest to recover. A smug smile made its way to his face as he fell asleep.

'I am no longer your puppet, Hermaeus Mora, I am free!'


His eyes slowly opened, light from the morning sun piercing the cave, the bear fast asleep. He felt great, his power returned sightly, more than enough to heal his injuries. A golden light wrapped itself around his body and his body began to heal. He was still tired, and his power had not fully returned but physically, he was top shape now.

He exited the cave and took in a deep breath of air and slowly exhaled. The feeling of fresh air entering his lungs was almost euphoric.

He was now free, the last Dragonborn was free and he wanted to let the whole world know that he had returned to the world. He felt it fitting to do so in the same fashion as the Greybeards did all those years ago, announcing his existence to the world as they called for him.

Taking a deep breath, his chest swelling up, he unleashed his mighty voice upon the world.

"DOVAHKIIN!" He roared, the power of the word echoed around the world, shaking the planet itself as the Greybeards had done when calling upon him.

The Dragonborn smirked, he was back.


Natsu was eating some food and socializing with his fellow guildmates, they were all having a great time just hanging out. But suddenly, he and everyone else froze, the ground began to shake as they felt power wash over them and a single word could be heard coming from nowhere.

"DOVAHKIIN!" Everyone could feel the power behind the word and the shaking intensified for a second before everything ceased and was calm.

Everyone was silent, they were a bit shaken up and didn't know what to do.

"What the hell was that?!" Gray shouted. Of course, his question wasn't answered.

Lucy noticed that Natsu was shaking, his eyes wide and he looked pale. Natsu's very soul responded to the shout with an immense amount of fear like he had never felt before.

"Natsu, are you okay?" Lucy asked. Everyone turned their attention to him. He didn't reply at first before softly mumbling to himself.

"It…Can't be…" His friends were getting worried, they hadn't seen their friend like this before.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Happy questioned.

Natsu took in a deep breath and calmed himself before speaking.

"That power we felt…" He hesitated for a second. "I have only ever felt power like that whenever I was around Igneel."

"You don't mean-" Gray trailed off.

Natsu nodded, "That was a dragon."

Makarov paled as he listened, a dragon was power incarnate. No one could match their destructive might. He prayed that his children would never have to encounter the beast, he also prayed that Natsu didn't seek it out. He soon narrowed his eyes in thought. The word, it carried so much power. But what was it and why was it connected to the dragons?

'What on earth does Dovahkiin mean?'


Gajeel was chilling in his guild, Phantom Lord, he sat up in the rafters away from everyone and chomping on some iron nails to satisfy his hunger. He went to take another bite when he froze, a power unlike anything he had felt before washed over him and the entire guild began to shake as a single word blasted their eardrums.

"DOVAHKIIN!"

His entire body shook, the word registering with his very soul, it sparked a primal feeling he hadn't felt in so long, fear. The strange word came from nowhere, like someone had shouted from far away and yet in front of your face. He had no clue what it meant but he knew one thing, it came from a dragon. His mind raced as he thought about the implications of what just happened. A dragon had returned, finally making its presence known after so many years of the dragons just disappearing. And he was going to find it, for he had many questions that needed to be answered.


A massive blue and black dragon sat upon the peak of Zonia Mountain, sleeping on great snowy peak. The mountain began to shake and a shout fuelled by the power of a dragon reached its ears.

"DOVAHKIIN!"

After the shout had disappeared and everything became silent, the was a slight twitch from the dragon's claw. The dragon's soul responded to the shout with a roar of excitement.

Acnologia opened his eyes. The Black Dragon of the Apocalypse looked towards the south of Fiore, the power he felt radiated out like a beacon in the night. Great wings slowly extended before he took off and began to soar through the skies. Acnologia began to head towards the source of power.


The Dragonborn setup a camp fire in this strange forest for the third night now, it was like nothing he had ever seen before. The animals left him alone, sensing a great power and were too scared to get closer unless he used his magic to control them. He was glad he was getting to take it easy, his power had returned as a result.

He was certain that he wasn't in Skyrim anymore, he was a Nord at heart and would miss his homeland but in the end, it didn't matter, he was glad to be somewhere at least.

He checked his pocket dimension, a magic skill that adventurers used to store their gear, it used next to no magic energy. It held almost everything he owned. He found his dragon bone sword which he dubbed Yolstrun or fire storm in the dragon tongue, it was a mighty sword, he had forged it himself, it dealt fire damage to his opponents and absorbed their life essence, healing his wounds. They were powerful enchantments and his sword was a forced to be reckoned with.

He strapped Yolstrun on his hip, put out the fire and began to walk towards a mountain he could see in the distance, hopefully climbing it would allow him to get some bearing on where he was or where he could go.

He didn't mind climbing mountains, in fact he found such a task easy after ascending The Throat of the World so many times and also numerous other mountains around Skyrim. He was the fittest men in all of Skyrim, his endurance was like no other and his armour enhanced his speed and movements while also helping to restore mana faster. His magic prowess was immense, many viewed him as a god.

He was a being to be feared, but for all his power, speed and endurance, he wasn't strong enough. After the titanic battle with Miraak, he had unknowingly sealed his fate and he wasn't able to escape it… until now.

He had been walking for some time now, roughly three hours and he stumbled across a small village. Not too large, very well hidden in the forest, he estimated it was about an hour's walk from the mountain he was heading to.

Though it certainly didn't have normal inhabitants, people had swords on their hips, ready to be used at a moment's notice. Not to mention that the amount of magic he could feel from the thirty people before him told him that they were dangerous.

'Must be a hideout then.' He thought, not that he really cared about some petty criminals, after all, he was a murderer himself. He did join the Dark Brotherhood, but apart from the things he did for them, he has killed so many people. Going as far as to stab friends in the back so that he could power up a Daedric sword to its fullest potential. Another time he killed people he knew was when the Blades told him to kill Paarthurnax. He told them to go screw themselves before butchering them for trying to force him to kill his mentor, Paarthurnax.

Everyone froze as they saw him, they stared wide eyed as they took in his demonic appearance thanks to his Daedric armour.

One man with short green spiky hair approached him, his black shirt was open, revealing his chest to the world. His blue eyes gazed at him with suspicion.

"Who are you and what is your business here?" The green haired man asked him.

"Varus. I seek information." He replied.

The green haired mage still looked apprehensive.

"Name's Fin, I'm afraid I can't help you, I must ask that you turn back now." Varus didn't like how demanding this man sounded.

"I want to know where I am." Varus said.

Fin shook his head. "No can do."

That was it, he wasn't going to waste time, he would get his answer, by force if necessary. After spending countless years away in another realm, he wasn't in the mood.

"I don't think you understand, you don't get a choice in the matter. Now answer the question." He growled.

Fin glared at him and his hand went to his sword.

"Now you have gone and done it arsehole, I was trying to be nice. Now you are going to pay with your life. Behold, before you is the Dark Guild, Night Core!" Fin snarled as he drew his steel sword and charged forward.

Varus stood still, he couldn't believe that such a puny man would dare attack him, Fin wasn't even worth his time. The sword struck his right shoulder and bounced off the armour, jarring and causing Fin to become off balance.

Fine glared at him and thrust out his palm, a magic circle appearing in front.

"Fire Make: Flame Fist!" Fin shouted as a fist made of fire hurtled towards the Dragonborn and collided in a massive explosion. Fin smirked before his face went deathly pale, the smoke had cleared to show an unharmed Varus. Fin couldn't see Varus's face behind that horned helm, but he was sure that Varus was smiling at him.

"My turn." He grinned darkly, sparks of lightning began to dance in between his fingertips before he raised his left hand and the lightning shot forth and struck Fin square in the chest. His screams only lasted for a second before he was vaporized.

People looked at him in fear and began to run away, dropping their swords in the process.

He chuckled and sent giant ice shards after them and they all hit their mark, causing the twenty-nine other mages to fall dead.

Varus felt… disappointed. He barely used any of his true power and these mages fell before him like nothing. And they were slow, no faster than an average human with no magic abilities, so very disappointing.

He began to search all the dead bodies for a map or some other useful item. As his bloodied hands searched the last corpse, he found nothing. He scowled and then moved onto the houses, they were made of wood. A simple dwelling filled with swords and other weaponry, none of which was of use to him.

He tore apart cupboards and drawers to find anything that could help him. He searched the houses high and low only to find nothing. He growled in frustration, there was only one house left to search, as he entered, a long table was in the centre of the room, it had papers sprawled out all over it.

He approached the table and scanned the documents, he grinned when he saw a map with markings on it, it detailed that he was at the bottom of some land called Fiore, just north of his position was a massive mountain range, north east was the capital city, Crocus. He was at the marked to be at the edge of a forest and close to the edge of the mountain range, the Pheonix Mountains.

He grabbed the map and with the tiniest amount of magic, he stored it away in his pocket dimension.

Another document caught his eye, it looked to be a piece of paper detailing orders for this so called Dark Guild, Night Core.

The orders where not important at all, but he was interested in who issued them orders, some guild called Grimoire Heart.

'So this guild answers to Grimoire Heart? How many do the same?' He thought.

He soon left the village, when he was far enough away, he conjured a fireball in his hand and sent it towards the village. A massive explosion engulfed the entire village, a heat wave blasted past him and he looked at his work with satisfaction. Nothing was left, on a huge crater were the guild Night Core used to be.

It felt so good to use such destructive magic again, normally such a spell would never cause that kind of damage, but he had enormous amounts of magical energy and could power spells to unimaginable degrees. He had killed so many dragons and absorbed all their souls, their power was also his power, though Alduin's soul eluded him, a power that should be his but one the universe denied. At the end their titanic battle, that the likes of which Tamriel had never seen before, Alduin's soul drifted away, away from his grasp. Some speculated that Alduin couldn't be killed, he was destined to end the world and that fate was inevitable. He didn't know, but he hoped to never face Alduin again in combat, he was the hardest opponent he'd ever faced, his victory over the dragon was borderline luck.

He stopped walking when he felt it, the beat of its wings. A distant roar reached his ears. His dragon soul stirred, ready to take on the beast. The other dragon souls inside him stirred as well, feeling the power of the dragon coming towards them.

He turned to face it, a small speck on the horizon. He folded his arms and awaited the dragon's arrival. He was surprised, he didn't think he would encounter such a creature after only just escaping the realm of Apocrypha.

His eyes began to widen though as he saw the dragon race towards him, the wind generated from its wings caused trees to uproot. Its mere presence decimated the landscape. It moved so fast!

It was a huge dragon as well, about the same size as Alduin. The sheer power radiating from it left him in awe.

It dived towards him before flaring out its wings, landing in front of him. The earth quaked beneath its feet, he managed to keep his stance since he was used to such landings. It was black and had blue markings all over its body.

What baffled him was that it had four legs, or more rather, two legs and two arms that could act as legs if need be. The dragon had pure white eyes and just stared at him as he held his pose.

They stayed like that for some time, neither moving.

'Perhaps the beast isn't as hostile as I thought.' But he didn't let his guard drop, if he did that, he would be dead.

"Drem Yol Lok. I am Varus" He greeted the dragon. The power of those words was felt by the dragon.

The dragon shifted slightly, almost looking curious.

"…I wasn't expecting a Dragon Slayer. Tell me, Varus, what do those words mean?" The dragon questioned, its voice seemed slightly disembodied.

The Dragonborn frowned before slowly laughing, a dragon not knowing the Thu'um? It was unheard of.

"You don't know the language of the dragons? And you call yourself a dragon?" He scoffed, such a notion was just ridiculous.

That didn't sit well with the dragon as it began to growl at him.

His laughter died down, "So tell me, dragon. Why are you here?"

"I sensed a great power, I rose to challenge it."

"So, you wish to challenge me? As you said yourself, I am a slayer of dragons. Are you sure you want to fight me, dragon? You don't even know Thu'um, without it, you're but a simple beast." His said condescendingly.

"My patience has worn thin, human!" The dragon snarled. "I was curious of your powers before, but I won't stand for such insults! I am Acnologia, the Black Dragon of the Apocalypse! Many have tried to kill me and just like them, you will fall before me!"

He grew pale, his body shaking slightly as a memory of Alduin blasted to the forefront of his mind.

'Acnologia, The Black Dragon of the Apocalypse. Alduin, the World Eater. It couldn't be! Has another dragon assumed Alduin's mantle?!'

Acnologia flared his magic power and let loose a roar, it devastated the area, the trees being blown away.

Acnologia struck, his claw coming down on him with such ferocity and speed that he was almost caught in the dragon's attack. He managed to jump out of the way as the claw smashed into the ground, ripping the earth apart and causing the earth to shake under the power of its strike.

Acnologia swung his tail and this time, he wasn't quick enough, it slammed into him and sent him flying across the ground, he impacted with the ground, creating a massive explosion. Shock waves and massive chunks of earth were sent in every direction. He laid there, sprawled out on the ground, pain coursing through his body. Casting a restoration, his body glowed a golden light, gold like ribbons wrapped around his body, healing his wounds.

He slowly pushed himself off the ground, he looked down at his armour and he froze, he armour had massive dents all across it and had tiny cracks forming.

'To think it caused that much damage that it affected my Daedric armour. Only Alduin, Odahviing and Miraak have ever dealt blows of that scale.' He thought astonished.

He faced the dragon and withdrew his blade, Yolstrun.

"I'm impressed, Acnologia. But this ends now, you will die by my hand." The dragon snorted at his statement.

His chest expanded as he inhaled, he took a step forward and unleashed his mighty voice.

"JOOR! ZAH! FRUL!" A blue shock wave escaped from his mouth and struck Acnologia right in the chest.

Acnologia's eyes went wide and his roars of pure agony echoed across the countryside. A blue aura surrounded his body, forcing him to stay grounded as he was then forced to comprehend and feel one thing he had long forgotten, what it was like to be mortal.

Varus grinned and he rushed forward, the initial effects of Dragonrend wearing off and Acnologia being able to move about and fight on the ground.

The black dragon went to counter his attack, but he inhaled again and released another shout.

"Wuld! Nah! Kest!"

Suddenly he was speeding across the landscape, running so fast he was but a blur to the dragon. He swung his dragonborn sword and sliced into the dragon's flesh. The life essence of the dragon being absorbed by the sword and flowing into him, helping to heal his wounds. Fire singed and burnt the flesh around the injury.

He used the shout again.

It all happened so fast, the dragon could only react by unleashing a roar of rage and pain.

Acnologia faced him after his second attack and moved even faster than before, its head coming down to devour him completely.

He smirked as he inhaled once again, he leaned back. He drew on the power of the many dragon souls he had absorbed to strengthen his attack and make it more powerful. The dragon was mere meters away from eating him, he sent his shout right at the dragon's mouth.

"FUS! RO! DAH!" A dark blue shock wave slammed into the dragon.

It blew its head back so fast that a massive snap could be heard. The shout's power didn't end there, the dragon was sent flying through the air before slamming into the earth.

He watched in awe as the black dragon slowly got up from the attack. His face went pale as he noticed something, the dragon looked perfectly healthy, his own attacks from Yolstrun having healed, the dragon looked absolutely fine, apart from the look of pure rage on its face.

"Im-Impossible!" He stammered.

Acnologia launched into the air, the effects of Dragonrend wearing off as the dragon soared higher and higher before stopping its ascent.

"My neck is rather sore after that attack, Dragon Slayer, I'm impressed. But this fight ends now." Acnologia opened his jaws and a blue orb of energy began to generate.

"What is that?" He questioned.

He ruled out a shout, the dragon didn't recognize a simple greeting. That could only mean…

"A brand new type of Dragon magic!" He exclaimed.

The dragon roared, its attack rocketing towards him, engulfing the land in blue light as he stared at the approaching beam in awe.

"Feim! Zii! Gron!" He frantically shouted as the attack impacted the ground.

All he saw was a searing white light, a sense of weightlessness, the ground he was standing on must have been destroyed and he was currently falling. He could sense the destructive power of the attack now, it was unbelievable. This dragon was just as deadly as Alduin.

Acnologia scanned the battlefield after his attack, the dragon couldn't sense the strange word wielding Dragon Slayer anywhere. He felt satisfied, the target had been eliminated. The dragon let out a roar of victory before flying away, returning to the mountain he rested on.

Varus laid perfectly still, his body having taking on a blue ghost like appearance. He watched as Acnologia flew away, thinking it had killed him. His body re-materialized and he looked around at area around him. It truly was a barren wasteland, nothing was left, he was standing at the bottom of a crater, a few kilometres big.

"That attack…" He gulped, sweat forming on his head. "… It would have killed me."

How could a new form of dragon magic appear? Just what could it fully do? Were all dragons like this one?

He needed to know, at least he had the advantage of being able to use the Thu'um and the dragon could not. He clenched his fist, he would unleash his full might against Acnologia the next time he encountered the beast.

He could ponder such things later, he needed to leave this area immediately.


The magic council was in disarray, they had sensed two large magic signatures and they both spiked, their power was off the charts, it lasted for a few minutes before the energy readings died out, then they felt the earthquake, it was small but they were all sure it was from the magic signatures that popped up. All the council members had gathered to check the Satellite Square for images of the area where they had detected the magic.

It was south of Fiore, almost at the bottom of the country, away from any cities which was a relief. An image finally appeared and there was silence.

They were all in pure shock, even Ultear and Siegrain, for before them was a wasteland, nothing was left, a crater a few kilometres wide was all that was left, the forest around it was completely gone.

There was one thought on everyone's mind.

'Who or what could have done this?'


Varus settled down for the night, he took refuge high up in a tree. He stayed in his armour so that nothing could harm him. While it was still damaged and needed to be repaired, it could still stop a lot of killing blows. But he certainly needed to change armour, for if he came across a skilled enough opponent, they could pierce through it in its current state.

He found it hard to go to sleep, his thoughts drifting back to fight with Acnologia, an opponent he felt an immense amount of respect for, for the dragon was just so powerful. But that was the problem, his attacks, his Unrelenting Force shout, powered by the souls of a few dragons, did next to no damage, the dragon had come out of fight almost unharmed.

Alduin was the only dragon he had ever encountered to have similar scales and skin, but not to that extent, even he would have a few wounds after those attacks.

The fact that Acnologia walked away near unharmed did a massive blow to his pride. He would make sure to utterly annihilate it, show it his true power, he would show no mercy as he bent its will to his.

'So weak, powerless yet again.' A voice whispered to him softly

He froze, his heartbeat began to increase rapidly.

'Couldn't even beat a voiceless dragon. How pathetic you truly are.'

Sweat rolled down the side of his head as his body began to shake.

'Pathetic, that is what you are. For all your power, you couldn't even save yourself.'

"Go. Away." He growled coldly, the voice vanished.

Sleep was difficult to come by after that… moment, but after countless minutes of sitting there, he finally managed to rest.


Nowhere to go, trapped forever.

Where had the voice gone? It had promised to speak to him again.

He resigned himself to two truths.

He was to serve faithfully or suffer the same fate as Miraak.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Apocrypha.

His new home.


So yeah, I'm going off the idea that was presented in the game, the Dragonborn now serves Hermaeus Mora and got stuck in Apocrypha, just like the game suggests would happen to the Dragonborn. After all, Hermaeus Mora even tells you to learn from Miraak's example and serve me well, blah, blah. Translation, serve me or I will kill you just like I killed Miraak. Which would be easy for him to do in his own realm.

Fairy Tail timeline- We are in between the Lullaby and Phantom Lord arcs.

Edit - A few changes were made to this chapter, a little touch up here and there but nothing huge, but onto another subject/plug. If you're a writer and want to join a small group of writers to get feedback or just want to join a great community on Discord, pm me.

'Till next time.