My first ever upload! For the sake of this story Alagaesia is a continent on Nirn. Just saying. Oh and the first chapter is a prologue. Every story needs a prologue, especially crossovers. Enjoy!

30th of Evening Star

"Show me that you are the hero they say you are".

Whatever it was I expected, this was not it. I have fought men, elves, dragons and Daedra, yet none come close to the level of power I am up against now. After an eternity of enduring blow upon ridiculously strong blow and only inflicting minor damage in return, I finally found an opening, blasting the Ebony Warrior down a cliff with my Unrelenting Force shout. Not that it did much good. The bastard would just not die! As my foe struggled to get up I decided to play my trump card and summoned my most powerful ally, Karstaag. The ghostly frost giant turned out to be a lifesaver, slamming his club repeatedly against the unprotected Redguard while giving me the time to heal my broken body. Having regained a large portion of my strength back, I glanced up in time to see Karstaag release a powerful gust of chilly air, launching my enemy towards me. Realizing the frost giant's intention I quickly unsheathed my dragonbone sword and barely managed to impale the body that landed on top of me, sheer dumb luck allowing the sword to slip through the cracks in the armor created by Karstaag's club.

Pushing the Ebony Warrior's body to the side, I shakily got to my feet and looked upon the dying body of my greatest adversary and final challenge. As powerful as he was, it seems not even this man could survive a blade piercing his heart. I was determined to remain at his side until the end though, a fellow warrior paying respects to a worthy opponent. The minutes passed and his breathing grew shallower, until he eventually took one final breath of air and whispered:

"At last… Sovngarde".

"Ysmir!"

A female voice shouting the name christened to me by the Greybeards caught my attention as I walked through the Whiterun gates, in the direction of my home. For some reason no one seemed interested in my real name, always preferring to call me Dragonborn or Ysmir. Not that I minded it, I did try to keep my past tightly under wraps after all. I turned to face the source of the voice and was immediately accosted by my ever-faithful friend and housecarl, Lydia, and she did not look happy.

"What were you thinking, facing that man all by yourself in the middle of nowhere! You should have brought me with you. Look at the state of your armor! Not to mention that you're completely filthy!"

Lydia kept ranting for a couple more minutes before she calmed down, and settled into a steady pace beside me as we walked towards Breezehome. She did have a point though; my dragonscale armor was completely ruined. I decided to repair it later, but the only real thing on my mind right now was a long, hot bath.

I stripped off the last parts of my armor and undergarments before getting into the bath I had been provided. It has been a long time since I could relax like this, I mused. Or simply take a bath for that matter. Up until this point my life has been a non-stop adventure with new quests to undertake seemingly appearing out of thin air, not giving me a single moment of respite. In retrospect, I realize I have been little more than a Dwemer construct, mechanically dealing with whatever problem was sent my way, no matter how perilous, and without giving any thought to my own wishes. Perhaps now I have a chance to decide who I want to be, to choose for myself which path to follow. I scrubbed the remaining dirt off my hair and skin and got out of the water. Somehow I have the strangest feeling that my journey is far from over.

31st of Evening Star

Today is the last day of the current year. The day of the Old Life Festival. The day when citizens of Tamriel reflect on their past experiences in the quiet sanctuary of temples. I am no exception, which is why I left Whiterun to visit the Temple of the Divines in Solitude. In fact, I believe this event may be of greater importance to me than most other people. Kneeling in front of the shrine of Akatosh, my "father", I close my eyes and let visions of the past repeat themselves in my mind.

Flashback

"Legends don't burn down villages."

"Skyrim's harshness has a way of carving a man down to his true self."

"What is better – to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

"The curse of much knowledge is often indecision."

"I have done all that can be done. There is nothing left. No quests to be undertaken, no villains to be slain. No challenges to face. Except for you."

Flashback end

I knew what I had to do. I have bested legends and tamed the wilds. Evil souls have sought me out and I have vanquished them, gaining their power and yet remained righteous. My travels have earned me great knowledge, but now I have no more reason to use it. Skyrim has nothing left to offer, and I must seek my next challenge. It is time for me to leave.

1st of Morning Star

I stood silently in the Great Porch of Dragonsreach, a lone tear rolling down my cheek. I knew not whether I would ever return to Tamriel again. It had hurt to say goodbye. It broke my heart to see the reactions of my friends, as they grasped the full meaning of my choice. My only consolation was the fact that I would not be travelling alone. A single tie to my home would remain; a final companion, an eternal friend. Together we will become something new, something never witnessed before. A Rider, and his Dragon.

"Od Ah Viing!"