Disclaimer: I don't own the Elder Scrolls series or Legend of Spyro.
Don't read if you haven't played Skyrim or The legend of Spyro.
The dragonborn will be equipped with:
*Dragon bone armor
*Dragon Bone sword
*Dragon bone warhammer
*Dragon bone bow
*1000 dragon bone arrows
*Enhanced dwarven crossbow
*1000 dwarven bolts
*500 exploding dwarven bolts of fire
*500 exploding dwarven bolts of ice
*500 exploding dwarven bolts of shock
*All shouts
*All spells
*Werewolf (Armor enchanted to disappear when turning into werewolf and reappear when turning human)
*Dragonbane
Spyro slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't in the center of the planet anymore. In fact, he was in the Valley of Avalar. He felt something curled up next to him so he looked over his shoulder and saw a black dragoness. Cynder he thought. He smiled when he remembered what she said to him. "I love you to Cynder," he whispered. She smiled in her sleep when he said that. With that he put his wing over her and went to sleep. Unaware that he was being watched by hate filled eyes.
Sitting on a log, wearing armor, sword, and shield white as bones and glowing with enchantments, a male nord stared into a fire. He was very muscular and had dirty blond hair that nearly touched his shoulders. He smiled as he remembered when he first made the armor. He was so excited when he put on his indestructible armor on for the first time. A large dark red dragon walked up to him and asked "What are you thinking of dovahkiin?" "I'm thinking that the Blades have gone insane," the man replied. "I agree," stated the dragon. "We should leave Odahviing," said the man. "Yes. Climb on my back and lets leave," said Odahviing. The man nodded and climbed onto the dragon's back but not before putting his equipment safely in satchels attached to Odahviing's back. When he was on Odahviig let out a tremendous roar and leaped into the air. Coincidentally flying in the direction of Warfang.
The man looked at the dragons thoughtfully. I could kill them and gain the glory of killing two or I could wait and follow them to wherever they live and hopefully gain the glory of killing more than two dragons, the man thought. I think I'll follow them. They might lead me to more dragons then I'll tell the rest of the blades what I found. The man was a fool to think that the Blades are killing dragons for the honor and glory. Unfortunately, he was a fool.
Cynder woke to find Spyro asleep and curled protectively around her. He is really cute when he sleeps, she thought. "Spyro, wake up!" Cynder shouted. With that Spyro bolted up and took a defensive stance while Cynder just laughed. "That's not funny," he said while his cheeks started to turn red. "Maybe a little," Cynder said still laughing."We should probably go back to Warfang. The Guardians need to know what happened to Ignitus," Spyro said sadly. "Alright," Cynder replied. With that they took off and flew towards Warfang which they could just see in the distance. After they left Sven got out of his hiding place and ran after them.
The dragonborn smiled as he was flown through the air. He loved flying though the skies on the back of a dragon. Odahviing was right when he said that he would always envious of the dovah after he flew for the first time on his ay to fight Alduin. "Dovahkiin we should find a place to rest for tonight," Odahviing said. "Alright but would you stop calling me dovahkiin? My name is Argontep so can you please call me that?" Argontep complained. "No," Odahviing answered while landing in a clearing. When Odahviing landed Argontep jumped off Odahviing's back and stretched his sore limbs. "I love flying but it hurts worse than riding Arvak," Argontep muttered to himself. Odahviing chuckled when he heard this. Argontep just sighed and crawled under Odahviing's wing to use as a tent. "You know, I do tend to roll onto my wings when I sleep." When Odahviing said that the dragonborn immediately bolted out from underneath Odahviing's wing. Mumbling to himself about how annoying Odahviing could be, he walked over to a tree and curled up beneath it. A few minutes later and they both were asleep.
A few hours later, a group of thirty grublins sneaked towards the sleeping dovah and dovahkiin. With a signal from the leader the group charged at the dovah shouting war cries and waving swords and spears. Awakened by the shouting Odahviing lifted his head and stared at the attackers. Seeing that they were hostile he counter-attacked. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" With his shout he incinerated half of the grublins. Awakened by the fighting, Argontep leaped to his feet and assessed the situation. Seeing the grublins attack his friend, he let out a deafening shout, "FUS RO DAH!" Rising and falling, hacking and slashing, one by one the enemy fell until their were none left alive. "LAAS YAH NIR!" Using aura whisper, he checked to see if there was anyone alive. Walking up to Odahviing, he asked "Are you okay my friend?" "Yes I'm fine. Their weapons didn't even penetrate my scales!" Replied an irritated dragon. Nodding, Argontep walked to the tree and sat down. Soon he was in a deep sleep. Odahviing was asleep soon after. They slept undisturbed for the rest of the night.
Tell me if their was grammar or spelling mistakes. I would have made this chapter longer but I couldn't think of a Skyrim themed name for the dragonborn. If you think of one please tell me.
*YOL TOOR SHUL: Fire Breath: Inhale air, exhale flame, and behold the Thu'um as inferno.
*FUS RO DAH: Unrelenting Force: Your Voice is raw power, pushing aside everything or anyone who stands in your path.
*LAAS YAH NIR: Aura Whisper: Your Voice is not a shout, but a whisper, revealing the life forces of any and all.