Yang Xiao Long, the Dragonborn Chapter 1
Hey xXIyra16Xx here
Ok for the first chapters of this crossover I hope to stick with most of the dialogue used in Skyrim, but I know that in order for the story to flow properly I have to change it here and there so don't hate me for that. Also seeing how the character of the game isn't introduced until Hadvar asks "Who are you?" that's exactly what I did so you have to deal with the word 'prisoner' and 'captive' a lot until that point.
What in Oblivion is that?!
The sound of horses trotting and the sound of wagon wheels turning where the only sounds the individual could hear in their half asleep state. Eyelids flickered to life and they groaned slightly, shaking their head to remove the last fogs of drowsiness, the person realised that their hands were bound…that they were now a prisoner.
"Hey you you're finally awake" A man with blondish hair said, he wore a certain suit of armour that seemed familiar, but the prisoner could not quite place it. "You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there."
The man gestured to his left, the captive turned their head and saw a man who was dark skinned, covered in a small layer of dirt, brown hair and wearing rags.
"Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along." He growled to the so called Stormcloak. "Empire was nice and lazy; if they hadn't been looking for you I could have stolen that horse and then half way to Hammerfell."
The man in the rags looked at the prisoner with wide eyes and the prisoner just stared back at him with a calm look.
"Hey you, you and me we shouldn't be here," he stated. "It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief." The Stormcloak huffed.
"Shut up back there!" the wagon driver demanded, who was wearing mostly leather armour. The captive hadn't said anything throughout the whole conversation and decided to remain quiet until they had a better understanding of the situation. They took note of their surroundings; it was a forested area, with a cobble stone path leading to Gods know where.
"What's wrong with him huh?" the man in rags asked.
"Watch your tongue, your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak the TRUE High King," the Stormcloak soldier said.
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm" the thief said in surprise. "You're the leader of the rebellion, if they captured you…Oh Gods where are they taking us?"
The thief began to panic, his eyes wide with fear. He looked at the Stormcloak next to him and silently pleaded for answers.
"I don't know where we're going…" the soldier murmured "But Soverngard awaits."
"No this can't be happening," the thief refused, he didn't want to believe what was coming to him. A short silence came between the prisoners; only the continuing sound of horse hooves, wagon wheels and the occasional song of the birds from the tall green trees filled the quiet. The wildlife passing by slowly gave the prisoner a sense of tranquillity and peacefulness.
"Hey, what village are you from horse thief?" the blonde haired man asked thief.
"Why do you care?" he replied harshly.
"A Nord's last thoughts…Should be of home" he said in a comforting manner.
"Rorikstead…" he answered finally and somewhat sadly. "I'm…I'm from Rorikstead."
The prisoner who had remained silent saw that they had reached a village with stone walls and two watch towers. It wasn't a big village nor was it entirely small. It seemed like a quiet village one that the prisoner could live in for the rest of their days.
"General Tullius sir, the headsman is waiting" A man called out.
"Good let's get this over with" General Tullius said gruffly, he wore what looked like golden plated armour with the Imperial's symbol. He sat on a brown war horse with shining stirrups and well oiled saddle and reins.
"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh, Divines. Please help me." the thief prayed desperately.
"Look at him," the Stormcloak spat with venom. "General Tullius the Military governor and it looks like the Thalmor are with him… damn elves; I bet they had something to do with this."
The captive continued their silence finally grasping the fact that they may die by a headsman's axe, but wasn't showing any signs of panic.
"This is Helgen," the blonde haired man confirmed, the prisoner drew their attention to the man and listened to what was a small part of the man's past. "I used to be sweet on a girl from here, wonder if Elod still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in still?"
The prisoner continued to listen to the story of the bound soldier.
"Funny, when I was a boy Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe…"
The Stormcloak went quiet and the prisoner decided that it must have been the end of his storytelling. A father and son bickered as the wagon passed their home, the boy curious as to who the people in the wagons were but the father just told him to go inside and the young boy whined but obeyed. They also heard a woman shout a command at the wagon before theirs.
"Why are we stoping?" the thief asked worriedly.
"Why do you think?" the blonde haired man smirked. "End of the line."
The wagons came to a halt the driver dismounted and walked away.
"Let's go." The soldier said to the prisoner. "Shouldn't keep the Gods waiting for us."
"Wait, were not rebels!" the thief shouted in protest as he stood up.
"Face your death with some courage thief"
Standing up without a word the captive slowly stepped down from the wagon and stood behind Ulfric Stormcloak, standing straight with eyes staring dead ahead, waiting quietly to be called up.
"You've got to tell them, we weren't with you!" he shouted. "This is a mistake!"
"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time!" an Imperial woman dressed in much finer quality leather and steel armour shouted.
"Empire loves their damn lists," the Stormcloak scoffed.
Names started being called out one by one first it was the man called Ulfric, he walked to the block with a stride of superiority and fearlessness. The prisoner heard the soldier next to them mumbling something about honour, the next name to be called was Ralof, who turned out to be the Stormcloak soldier the prisoner listened to before. The next one to step towards the block was Lokir of Rorikstead, the thief. He protested against the prosecutors yelling as to how they can't do this to him and he ran off.
"Archers," the Imperial captain commanded. Within a few seconds the horse thief was dead with arrows sticking out of his back. "Anyone else feel like running?"
"Wait," the man standing next to the Imperial female soldier said.
The prisoner swallowed thickly obviously not wanting to end up like the thief, they had been silent the whole trip for no one had dared to ask their name and usually when they don't ask for your name you don't tend to respond to things they direct at you. Bringing their mind back to reality the prisoner focused on the two people in front of them.
"You there step forward."
The prisoner stepped forward somewhat confidently and looked at the man; he was of Nord origin and well dressed in imperial leather armour.
"Who are you?" He asked slowly.
"My name is Yang Xiao Long or if you prefer Yang, I am a female Nord, age twenty three," the prisoner, now known as Yang said calmly, the young woman had a mane of golden hair and lilac eyes, her body was very well sculpted, she sometimes believed that she was blessed by Dibella and also possessed great strength for a woman of her age. "And you are?"
"Hadvar…You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim kinsman" the guard said, the man turned to face his superior. "Captain what should we do? She's not on the list"
Yang looked at the Imperial captain, expecting to be set free seeing how she wasn't on the list, her eyes full of silent hope. Yang's lips curled slightly in a small smile and waited for the captain's decision and begged that it lead to freedom.
"Forget the list she goes to the block," the superior woman ordered back to the man.
"By your orders captain…" the man obeyed obediently. "I'm sorry…At least you'll die here in your homeland. Follow the captain prisoner."
Yes I'm of the hoo-….Wait WHAT! Yang screamed mentally. I'm not even on the fucking list! I haven't even done anything! This is bullshit!
"You can't just make me go to the fucking block you Imperial bitch! I am not even on the bloody list!" Yang spat at the captain.
The Imperial drew her sword and pointed it at Yang. "Just shut up and step towards the block, or would you rather a quick death?"
Yang's eyes narrowed at the woman before her, her blood boiled in anger. Imperial bastards, may they burn in the planes of Oblivion Yang growled in her mind mustering up as much restraint as she could to not tackle the captain, Yang stepped in the direction of the chopping block. She stopped and stood in between two other prisoners watching General Tullius step in front of Ulfric saying how some people in the village called him a hero, but never should have used the voice to murder and over power others. The voice? What's that? Yang pondered.
"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos!" the general shouted at the man. "And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace!"
Suddenly an unearthly sound echoed in the air, Yang looked up wards to the sky, it sounded like a roar of some sort, a roar of an ungodly creature. The blonde woman turned her attention back to the General telling one of his soldiers that the sound was nothing to be concerned about and to carry on with the executions. The Imperial captain obliged.
"Give them their last rights" the woman said to the priestess that stood next to the headsman with is sharpened axe that thirst for blood.
"As we commend your souls to Atherius, blessings of the eight divines upon-"
A soldier interrupted the priestess telling her to shut up and get things over with. Yang couldn't help but snicker towards the female priest but agreed with the soldier, she was never one to actually pay attention to preachers finding them dull and boring. The captain of the guards pushed the soldier's head down on the block; the headsman lifted his axe above his head and swiftly brought the coming death blow. The head came clean off the man's shoulders, blood spilled on the block and the ground making it a sickly brownish red, the captain kicked the body aside to make way for the next prisoner. Yang felt sick, sure in the past she scraped her knee a couple of times, received bloody knuckles from too many punch ups as a young teen. But she had never seen anything like this though, her parents always kept her away from executions and now she had just witnessed one, needless to say it was horrible to watch.
"Next the Nord in the rags!" the imperial captain shouted, pointing in Yang's direction.
"My name is Yang you dumb whore," Yang responded enjoying the angry look the woman held.
"Step up to the block, nice and easy," Hadvar spoke quietly.
Yang swallowed the lump in her throat; the blonde woman didn't think she would be next and slowly approached the blood soaked chopping block. A hand gripped Yang's shoulder and she hissed in pain as she was almost thrown down. Yang heard the captain laugh quietly, the smell of fresh blood invaded her nostrils and was gut wrenching, and it was still warm and soaked itself into her hair and clothes. Yang turned to look at the headsman a black half mask covered his face, his arms rippling with muscles as he lifted his blood stained axe. Something flew across the sky in the distance, that same ungodly roar from before came again. The young woman heard the captain ask a question to one of her underlings. Suddenly the earth quaked; Yang did not believe what she was seeing. That's fucking impossible she thought
"What in the Oblivion is that?!" General Tullius questioned with alarm.
There atop the watchtower.
Was a dragon.
Author's Note
SURPRISE YANG IS THE DRAGONBORN!
Well what can I say; this idea has been in my brain for a few months. Like I said at the top I am trying to stick with most dialogue in the beginning of Skyrim. Also Ruby, Weiss and Blake come a little later as Yang journeys throughout Skyrim to defeat Alduin, so there will be some parts in this fic where things are changed completely just to make it flow better :3
It's not as descriptive as much as I would like….but it will have to do for now though so don't beat me up for that.
So uh, tell me what you think of it and any helpful tips would be appreciated.
Next chapter of Operation Family Bonds is coming soon :D
This is xXIyra16Xx signing out.