Hello dear reader! Yes, for the ones that know me you are surely asking yourselves why am I publishing a new story while I have other still going. Well, not my fault that my brain suddenly decided to be fixed on a crossover between The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and Familiar of Zero… So now the story in itself. Well I read some crossover and most of them are: Louise summon X person from Y franchise, changing the plot a little but it stayed the same. But then my brain thought: What would happen if the said character was somehow transported into the Zerouniverse let's say… around 100 years before the birth of the main protagonist? Well and this happened… So yeah. So I'm basically in free wheel now and I would like to have your oppinion on it. Thank you.

Oh, this first 'chapter', if I continue, is basically world or character build, so not really in term of plot. But like I said before, if you are interested in the continuation of this story, well leave a review, thank you!

I do not own Familiar of Zero and The Elder Scrolls, they both belong to their respective owner.

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Death was… something irrelevant. It was something that she didn't consider important at the beginning. She was only a simple woman. Born from a simple family with simple needs. However, since she was beginning to reach her adult years she felt as if something was amiss, apart from her voice that even with all of the teachings, she couldn't spoke. That's what her parent and sibling thought and what she believed. But deep inside her she knew that it wasn't that. There was something missing. What was missing was a thrill that wasn't satisfied. A thirst for adventure.

Of course when she 'talked' about that with her parents, they weren't thrilled at all with this idea and they quickly made their opinion known with their daughter. Evidently, as rebellious as one is at that age, she tried to leave, but was quickly caught. And so she 'promised' to never try again and leave. But deep down, this feeling of wanting freedom and adventure didn't go away. Instead it grew until she couldn't repress it and decided once and for all to leave everything behind and finally left. This time there was no one to stop her.

After walking for a certain number of days, she stumbled around the Skyrim border. Here she was, at the start of her own adventure like the heroes of old! But then she stumbles upon a group of Nords wearing blue and fur armors. They were going to stop her when they came, Imperials. They had set an ambush to the men that she would soon learn were Stormcloaks. In the confusion of battle, she was captured, being counted as an ally of the Stormcloaks. She tried and tried to say otherwise but her claims fell on deaf ears. Then she was knocked out. When she woke up from her forced slumber, she found herself sitting on a wagon with her hands bound by some ropes. Sitting with her were some one of the Stormcloak with the leader, Ulfric and another person, a horse thief. She would soon face for a first time death. She now knew that death was not something that you could just forget. It was just behind, waiting for the time that mortals would die. On that day, she saw death close, in the form a winged black beast. She did not know at the moment that this beast would be her foe. And if it wasn't for that dragon, she would have joined her ancestors.

Then after escaping with the help of one of those Stormcloak by the name of Ralof, she reached a little village and was welcome by this man's sister. She had only one request from them, to warn the Jarl Balgruf the Greater of the threat of dragons. And she did, and even more. She remembered, after helping the court-mage, she had fought one of the beast that roamed near the town of Whiterun.

This was the second time she had faced death. She remembered distinctly every screams, the smell of burning flesh being accompanied by the screams of the guards being burned alive. And the laughter of the dragon, mocking them. In that fight of life and death, she learned two things. One she was very proficient with magic and two, when after an unknown amount of time fighting, the beast was finally vanquished, she was someone special. The beast was laying dead at her feet. The scales started to alight and disappear in front of her eyes. The lights that were coming from its body suddenly went to her and were absorbed. At this instant, she felt… powerful. As if she had absorbed a part of the power of the dragon. After that event, people told her she was the dovahkiin, the dragonborn, the only one who could successfully kill a dragon by absorbing its soul. It was only soon after that earth and air vibrated and shook by the word Dovahkiin being shouted by the Greybeards, an order of monk living on the throat of the world, the tallest mountain of Tamriel. She answered their call and was greeted by them.

After passing their test by bringing back the horn, she was reborn by them. They gave her a new name, Ysmir, the dragon of the north. Beside a new name, they gave her something else. A new language which she could speak. After years of being silent, and by making other aware of her thoughts by body language, she could finally speak! Even if most couldn't understand her, she didn't care. After years of silence she could express herself! She couldn't thank enough the Greybeards for their kindness but nonetheless, she learned as much from them as she could.

After that, she decided it was time to explore but first, she went to the place she had always wanted to go since that fight with that dragon at the watchtower. Winterhold's college of magic. She had imagined a beautiful place, breathing of magic and beauty. However, what greeted her was an old and partly in ruined castle with a small town that was in no better shape. When the remaining inhabitants saw that she was walking towards the academy, they started to threw her glares and others malevolent looks. At the time, she didn't knew why but when she passed the test to enter, she learned why. There was some earthquakes years before she was even born that destroyed a part of Winterhold. And of course, the inhabitants threw the fault at the mages.

Once inside the college, she, of course, became a student. However that didn't mean that she stayed all days inside the college. No, she still traveled all around Skyrim, doing little and big quest, making friends and foes alike. But then, by a combination of circumstance, she became the new archmage at a relatively young age. Even if her knowledge of the arcane was great for her age, she was still too young in her own opinion. But then, things started to change. First was the event that people would call the vampire crisis. During that time, she met one of her dearest friend, Serana. At first she didn't knew Serana was one of the creature of the night, but even after she learned the truth, she didn't care. She had been offered power from the father of her vampire friend to become one of them, yet she refused. After joining an order that sworn to protect the living from the creatures of the night, she finally defeated Harkon with the help of his own daughter, Serana. That would be the third time she faced death and still walked away from it.

After saving the sun and the living, she convinced Serana to become what she was once again and join the living. Serana was overjoyed to feel the sun on her skin and to feel the air filling her lungs. The ancient vampire lord knew that she would now age again but that didn't bother her, deep down she felt tired and wanted to rest once and for all. But before that, she would make most of her life and enjoy every little moment. With her, Ysmir went around Skyrim, exploring and making research about ancient magic and other mystical objects. Particularly the deadric artifacts. She didn't forget her position as the archmage. Of course she still ran the college but since she was often out in the wild, she had elected Tolfdir as the archmage when she wasn't there. The staff of Magnus was always safely with her, as she knew it's power was not to be taken lightly.

She knew that her final confrontation with Alduin came closer and closer. But there were more pressing matters. The archmage was approached by a bunch of cultist that claimed she wasn't the rightful dragonborn and immediately attacked her. After taking care of them, she found a note that leaded to the isolated island of Solstheim where she had to confront the first of her kin, Miraak, the first Dovahkiin. That was the fourth time she would face death and managed to escape its grasp. As the victor of their duel, she had taken his robes as hers and was now the only Dovahkiin. All of the black book she had collected were locked with all of the securities possible inside the moest guarded place inside the college, as she knew that what they contained was not something that normal people should ever encounter.

But then, this was the time. The time to face the World Eater himself. She knew it was time, The Greybeards knew and her friend Serana, now human, knew. With the help of the last of the Blades, she learned a shout crafted by men that could make dragons felt how it was to be mortal. With that, she fought Alduin a first time on the top of the Throat of the World, helped by he friend Serana and the true master of the Greybeards, Paarthurnax. With their help, Ysmir managed to beat Alduin, albeit temporarily. He had retreated to Sovngarde, the resting place of all Nords. However, the only way to go there for the living was through a portal that was situated at Skuldafn, an ancient Nordic temple. But the only possible way was to fly.

And so she with the help of Jarl Balgruuf, she set a trap for a dragon by the name of Odahviing. After defeating him, she strike a deal with him. He would bring her into the temple that leaded to Sovngarde. She tried to dissuade her friend to accompany her, but Serana wouldn't any of it and made it clear that she will help. Seeing as othing would change her mind, Ysmir gave up and let her come with her. After they were dropped off, they were greeted by draugrs and dragons that were between them and the entrance to Sovngarde. After countless battles and injuries that would be forever marked on them, they finally did it. Sovngarde was in front of them. But it wasn't the lighted plains that greeted them, but a field covered in mist, a mist so thick that they couldn't see more that 3 meters before they saw only white. However, Ysmir had something that could take care of that temporarily. With the clear skies shout, she cleared a path for both Serana and herself. After hours of walking and running into some souls that were lost into that mist, they arrived at the hall of Valor, guarded by Shor. In true Nordic fashion, he provoked a duel between himself and Ysmir, to prove her valor. After she indeed proved it, she, accompanied by her friend, entered the hall where all of the ancient heroes of Skyrim drank and sang. They met the three ancient heroes that managed to banish Alduin with the aid of an elder scroll. With their help, the dragonborn manage to banish the mist and lure The World Eater for the final fight.

This was the fifth time she had faced death. The combat was the most difficult one she had faced yet. Multiple times she almost lost, but each time she found a second breath that kept her going and going. Rocks and fire were falling from the heavens, thunder were thrown, swords and axes clashed against scales and voice against voice were trying to established dominance over the other. Blood was shed from both sides. And at last! Alduin, the World eater and god of destruction was once and for all defeated! She remembered very well the moment. In a last shout, the dark dragon and first born of Akatosh roared one last time before starting to disappear, his soul being absorbed somewhere.

Alas, victories are not without sacrifice. At the end of battle, her dearest friend Serana was mortally injured. In spite of all of her effort, Ysmir couldn't save her and the once-vampire died in her arms. The body of her friend started to disappear as well and soon, nothing was resting in her arms. After shedding tears of both sadness and anger, she was brought back to reality by Shor. He congratulated her and gave her his apologies for her loss but reassured her that her friend will be gladly accepted into the hall with all of the other heroes. However her time here touched to an end and he would sent her back to Nirn. But when he was going to shout, Ysmir saw behind him, at the entrance of the hall, a familiar person looking at her. It was Serana. Then Shor sent her back.

She found herself at the Throat of the World, surrounded by dragons. They didn't do anything, merely looking at her. Paarthurnax was the one to greet her. He told her that since Alduin was vanquished, a lot of dragons considered to hear his teachings. However, not all of them would hear him and a lot would still roam around and challenge her. After that, he flew away, accompanied by the other dovah. Then, the other she had defeated, Odavhiing, landed in front of her, and told her he accepted her dominance and would gladly gave his services to her if need be by shouting his name.

Years had passed since the defeat of The World-Eater, and Ysmir had now mastered all of the shouts she found. She had also been helped by the Greybeards to further increase her knowledge of the Voice. The call of adventure was now diminished, as she was now full time the archmage of the college. One of the first thing she did was to try and regain the trust of the people of Skyrim with mage. It was difficult but at the end, it paid off. They were more comfortable with mage, and it was good as the number of students in the college kept increasing since her being the dragonborn and the archmage had traveled far and wide. The loss of her dear friend Serana was felt, but over time she had the time to grieve over her late friend.

Then on a particular day, He arrived. She was at her desk, filling some paperwork when she looked through the window that leaded to the court. What she saw was a man, from head to toe dressed in an ebony armor. The man had demanded to see her. This caused a little of a ruckus inside the college, as most of the residents held her in such a high regard that they tried to make him leave but it started to escalate quickly and if it wasn't for the archmage herself, it would have exploded into a fight. The man, after that everyone had calmed down, explained that he was searching for one final fight with an opponent that was worth his time. He claimed that there was no one beside the dragonborn that could match his might. However, when she looked at him, she saw a torture soul. Not the kind that had suffered a lot, no, she saw a person that had seen it all. A person that was tired and just wanted to finally find peace by having the end of a warrior. She related to that. Even if she wasn't a warrior herself, she felt tired. And to the grand shock of everyone she accepted his challenge. He gave her the location of their duel, the last Vigil, on the east side of Skyrim.

Everyone tried to dissuade her but their attempts fell on deaf ears. She had set her mind and nothing would change it. Before setting of to her duel, she elected a new archamge in case she wouldn't come back. Once it was done, she prepared herself and wore the robe she had many years prior taken from the fallen Miraak. With the staff of Magnus, she had at her side her trusty old Dragonbane. She was ready, ready to fight. One last time the people of the college tried to stop her, but at the end they gave up, seeing as she had made her mind up.

He was there, waiting for her at the location. He looked at her and prepared his blade and shield. Both adversaries looked at each other and then, they charged.

This was the sixth and final time she faced death. The fight was the most difficult one she had ever faced. This man was no joke and could take a couple of dragon by himself. Swords clashed, spells were used and shouts were thrown. The terrain was just as destroyed as their bodies were. Both combatants were tired and wounded. Both were bleeding and knew that it was now or never. One last time they charged. Rain was pouring as thunder hit the rocks and trees that were around. Both trusted their swords. Dragonbane pierced the now badly damaged ebony chest plate. She looked at his face, his helmet had lonng been too damaged and was thrown away. His face was one of shock and pain but also relief as he would finally join Sovngarde. She let out a smile of satisfaction until she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw his blade through her chest. She looked up and saw his face. He smirked at her. Both started to cough blood and fall on their knees.

That was the sixth time she would face death and this time, death won.

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Somewhere, in Halkeginia

In an ancient crypt since long forgotten, as old if not older that this world, a once dead corpse wrapped in some bizarre robes suddenly started to move, taking a very long breath, bringing air into it once dead lungs.

Unkown Inn, in Tristania

Normally at this hour of the day, the building was filled the mix noises of the drunken's laughter of the patrons and the different conversations of other drunkards. But this time it was one those rare moment where it was rather calm. Sure there was some people here and there drinking, in silence. In one of the corner was a bard. It was rather rare to see one, as the profession became the more and more rare these days. The man was sitting on one of the chair with a pint of beer in one hand. Beside him was his lute. Nothing was worth of noticing and the bard kept drinking instead of singing, since the pub didn't have a lot of clients and he didn't really feel like it. On the other end of the room was the bartender, cleaning a mug with a cloth, he too was rather bored. However he didn't complain as yesterday was very busy and so he had made quite a profit.

Then suddenly, the unnamed bard felt as if something changed. It was just a little tingling feeling, almost nothing but her felt it. He didn't know why but he felt the need to sing a song. Getting up, he took his lute and started strumming the cords. The sounds caught the attention of the few customers and the bartender. The bard paid no mind and deep in his head an old song that was taught to him years ago appeared. Even if some of the word didn't make any sense and the last verse was in some sort of gibberish, he still sang.

Our Hero, our Hero, claims a warrior's heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord arts
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes

It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.

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And done. So what did you think about it? Should I continue? If you think yes, do not hesitate to leave a review!

Have a nice day!

Littleswiss.