Hello, everyone. My name is Draconian and this is the Overwatch fanfiction I've had in mind for a while. To keep things simple, the rating is going to currently be T, but I've full expectation that it will soon be M. This will be a very dark fanfiction, and if I'm consistent, quite long. Chapter two is on the way already, so be patient, and I will do my best to satisfy. Draconian is my OC. I own nothing else. I welcome constructive criticism, and will not abide spam or hate. I know my writing isn't perfect, so please, bear with me, and if you would like to give some pointers, I'd welcome them. Thank you all, and enjoy.

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Dreams and Visions Anew

Draconian watched calmly while around him burned hell. He knew what was happening. Had seen it played out on a screen two worlds and countless lifetimes ago.

He had never imagined this. Men in massive metal armor, wielding mauls and swords easily twice their height outside the suit. Robots marching forward, turning into turrets in half a second and shredding their armor and shields. Their lifeblood watered the trampled grass, and from the trees roared fire.

Draconian watched from the boughs of the trees, unconcerned. As he watched, the men - Crusaders, they called themselves - were cut down, until five remained. One was adorned in bright gold armor, purple tassels on his shoulder and blue eyes glowing within. Another wore dark grey armor, his visor glowing orange.

Draconian heard a flutter next to him. A man with almost pure red eyes and black clothing sat perched next to him. "Destrire." Said Draconian. "I said I would be back within a month, our time."

Destrire smiled. "I know that. Explain that to our more impatient kin."

Draconian shook his head. "Let me guess. Jadasr? Clavarion? Hiroselt?"

"Neither. Freoctis."

Draconian sighed. "I tell them to wait a month while I go away for years. Damn time dilation."

Destrire chuckled and looked at the remaining Crusaders, valiantly making a last stand at the gates of the castle. "Isn't this the beginning?"

Draconian nodded. "Close enough. Overwatch will be called here soon. Guess who'll be disguised as a politician."

"Ooh which one?"

"Me. As a Republican. They'll only advocate for the defense of the U.S. Not the world. Luckily the President's a Democrat, so I'll just take a senior Republican, knock him out, take his image until the whole affair is over, and then watch while Overwatch goes through its projected motions."

"Now you sound like a real politician. Manipulative."

"You know I have every intention of aiding Overwatch. Have respect, Destrire. Those dead and dying Crusaders are paving the way for the future. Mock not their memory."

Destrire scowled, looking at the Crusaders, retreating backward to the gates while Omnics battered them back. "Isn't one of those Reinhardt?"

Draconian nodded. "Guess where we are."

"Eichenwalde. And the one in gold armor is Balderich."

"Correct."

Destrire's eyes widened. "So… That means…"

Draconian nodded. "Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison are in their Super Soldier programs, Mercy is reinventing healing from the ground up, Ana is a sniper in the Egyptian army, the Shimadas are run by Hanzo and Genji's father, and somewhere Bastion and Zenyatta are out and about. And eventually, they will all come together.

"And thus Overwatch will be born."

"As I said Destrire. Many years lie between that day. But yes. Soon Overwatch will form, be disbanded, and be brought back by its own accord."

"And you will aid them."

Draconian smiled. "Yes."

Destrire laughed as the Crusaders charged and flung fire at the Bastion units. "You realize you look barely twenty five and expect to join them. You expect them to believe that you hail from a world of Dragons and that you wish to aid them?"

Draconian put a finger to his chin, thinking. "Gee, I don't know Destrire. Eventually we'll have a tragically Cockney British time traveler with just as much sass as ass, a South Korean gamer fighting in a giant pink mech at nineteen, an adult edgelord, a doctor dressing as an angel, a talking, armor wearing, genius intellect gorilla, a cowboy, a robotic monk, and a Brazilian DJ. With all that in mind, I doubt they'll believe I'm a warrior whose family consists of one hundred thousand Dragons, looks twenty five, and whose eternal crush is his high school art teacher during Senior year. Oh, and I wield magic and can summon swords and am a chronic introvert and have social anxiety despite killing necromancers and demons."

"Alright, alright, I get your point. Still, that's a lot of explaining. Think they'll believe all that?"

"The parts I tell them, yes. They don't need to know about the art teacher."

Destrire nodded. "Obviously."

As they watched, hidden in the dark canopy as smoke and fire billowed around them, they Bastion units raised their guns, moving forward. One Crusader's shield shattered, his light green armor perforated by bullets. His visor went dark, and the man crashed down, his armor a tomb. The men pulled the gates shut, Omnics tearing at the massive wooden door. The wood was no match for fast firing lead, and the door splintered in seconds. The Crusaders raised their shields, but the leader was too late. Balderich yelled as bullets bit into his chest, stumbling backward behind their defense.

"His fate is sealed." Whispered Draconian, eyes a sad shade of brown.

"Eichenwalde is falling." Murmured Destrire.

Draconian nodded, acknowledging that the greatest of the German fighters were besieged at best. Destrire fidgeted beside him. "Sir, what do we do?"

Draconian was silent for a span of minutes. "We continue watching. Go around the side of the castle and scale it. Go into your natural form only if you're discovered or sense they're in danger of dying. I will continue watching. There is more to this story. I'd see it complete.

Destrire nodded, red irises glowing as he disappeared into shadow. Draconian jumped down from the trees, watching Omnics stream past. He walked around the castle, unarmed and unafraid.

….

He had almost made it to his destination before he heard a cocking sound behind him. He turned around slowly, a Bastion unit glaring at him with the red light from its interface.

"Fuck." Said Draconian. He leapt to the right as bullets tore at the air, his cape adorned in many colors whipping behind him. The Bastion beeped and whirred, saying something in its code language.

Draconian rushed around it, avoiding it's hail of gunfire. "Man, I really hope you're not the Bastion I'm looking for." He dropped into a crouch, picking up a collection of dirt and pine needles. He threw it into the Bastion's face, then ran, his long legs eating up the ground beneath him. Behind him he heard the crash of the Bastion unit.

He skidded behind a rock, taking a deep breath. Calmly, he surveyed his surroundings. The Bastion had tailed him into a clearing where the smoke was thinner, the sun shining weakly through the black haze in the sky. Just as a plan formed in his head, it burst through a thicket of young trees, spraying bullets.

On a whim, Draconian yelled. "SST Laboratories Siege Automaton E54!" It stopped firing, and Draconian stood up, his hands raised placatingly.

The Omnic's eyepiece flickered, from blue to red to blue again. "You don't know me." Said Draconian. "But you will. You will be one of the few remaining of your kind, of your build, but you have a destiny ahead of you after today. Don't squander it. Turn away from Stuttgart, from Eichenwalde, from the Omnic Crisis, and live another day."

The Omnic inclined its head in an almost doglike fashion, the eyepiece remaining a steady shade of blue. "Yes." Draconian smiled. "That's it."

It then straightened abruptly, the eyepiece back to red. Draconian sighed. "I tried." The Bastion unit as fast as that stood rooted in turret form, the sound of bullets tearing the air to shreds as Draconian cursed. He ducked behind a rock, his eyes glowing gold. "Ah, hell."

He crouched lower, lead skimming the edges of his clothing, an old suit behind which hung his cloak which glowed in strange colors. "Alright, then. Plan B." He raised his hand slightly, a purple red light glowing in his palm. He flexed his hand with the spell in it, and stood abruptly. Draconian jumped to the side, and the Bastion kept firing at the same spot. His invisibility was working. The Bastion had stopped to reload, and Draconian reckoned he had less than two seconds. He sprinted forward, and using his augmented strength, threw the Bastion against a tree.

It straightened, dazed and back in Sentry mode. Draconian approached, wary of its gun. The eyepiece was still red. Draconian's eyes glowed gold, and his hands filled with sparking electricity. His eyes were sad. "Forgive me, Bastion." He said in a low tone. "One day, you will see the necessity of this." The sparks shot out from his hands, short circuiting the Bastion as it thrashed and slumped against the tree. Draconian sighed. He knew, deep down. Here was where Bastion would lay for years.

Draconian turned away, walking back to the castle. Before he left the clearing, he heard it. The chirping of birds. He smiled. Bastion would be fine.

…...

Draconian looked to the sky, seeing the smoke, and returning to the wall he scaled its height, as limber as a youthful child and as experienced as a mountain goat. He came out near the castle's door, and looking around him, spotted Destrire on an arch, waving to him.

Draconian cast his spell again, moving quickly through the crowd of Bastions before they activated thermal imaging. He crawled up next to Destrire, watching close.

"What the hell took you?" Said Destrire.

"Met our Bastion." Draconian put a hand into his pocket, drawing out a few chocolate bars. "Also made a pit stop. Chocolate?"

"Wait… Our Bastion?"

"Yep. The one that eventually joins Overwatch."

"Joy. A war machine in an autonomous peacekeeping organization allowed to exist at the behest of world government."

Draconian chuckled. "Chin up, Destrire. They remedy that themselves."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He took a chocolate bar and ate it slowly while he watched the siege. "So, what happens now?"

"We wait."

"How long?"

"Well either until they die or the German MIlitary shows up."

"Again, joy."

Draconian chuckled, dropping into a crouch as his face became serious. "Unfortunately, I doubt the Crusaders will survive that long. So, we need to lend some assistance. But first…"

"You're curious." Said Destrire. "God, I hate when you're curious."

"A morbid one this time." Relented Draconian. "But I want to see the Crusaders myself. And Reinhardt. Balderich's death and all these Omincs essentially hallow the ground with their death. I'd see every perspective of this event."

"You and your damn curiosity. Fine." Destrire grasped his arm and hauled him up. Destrire smiled, eyes glowing red. "Be safe."

Draconian smiled, embracing his family member. "Once this is done, go back to our world. Let them know I am fine. I must spend my years here until Overwatch reunites, and who can say how long I'll be after? Go, Destrire. Let my family know I am well."

Destrire growled under the muffle of Draconian's clothes. "Yeah, yeah, you damn introvert. Get back here soon, and I'll help."

Draconian smiled wider, and leapt off the arch. He stretched out long fingered hands while he fell, catching a wooden board that stuck out over a river. He leapt back up onto the other side, avoiding the stock still Bastions. Moving stealthily, his feet made no sound, muffled by the cobblestones and soft leather shoes he wore.

Draconian sidled up to the doors, calm and composed. Knowing he'd have to work fast, he began climbing up the massive wooden gate, digging his fingers into the grain. He hauled himself up over the edge, just as the Bastions saw his invisibility wear off and start firing at the perceived threat of Draconian. He leapt down, sneaking warily through the ornate castle as bullets echoed behind him. He held up his hand, flame flaring into it, casting orange light around his surroundings.

The walls were decorated in medieval weaponry and tapestries depicting ancient wars. A long, frayed red rug wound down the steps, leading to the hallways of the castle. He walked the hallways for a good hour before finally finding the throne room. In its center stood a high stone throne, and in it sat a bleeding Balderich.

Two Crusaders, Reinhardt and another, stood by him. The third attended a fire by the throne.

Draconian could hear them speak, their tones worried. "They're firing at the castle."

The one by the fire spoke. "It's only a matter of time before they break through. The military will not make it in time."

Reinhardt spoke angrily, his normally jovial tone snappish. "Quiet, the both of you! We are not dead yet."

Beneath him, Balderich stirred, his gold armor streaked with blood. "My friends… I will not live to see tomorrow…"

Reinhardt's voice became softer, but still firm. "Do not say that sir! Reinforcements are only a ways a off. We will get you patched up and back in the fight!" Even Draconian could hear the forced joviality of his tone.

"You mistake me for a fool Reinhardt. I am no fool." Balderich sighed in pain. "It is only a matter of time before the Omnics break through. Our military will not arrive in time." Balderich coughed, blood welling between his lips. He removed his helmet, showing a bald head with a hard face and soft green eyes. "We will strive for victory gentlemen. Though we only fight our fate."

Balderich coughed again, red spittle flying out from his mouth.

Reinhardt appeared dismayed. "No." He said. "I refuse to relent. There is life in us yet, and while I breathe, I fight."

Draconian sighed. That was the Reinhardt he knew. Even at sixty, Draconian knew he'd be fighting just as fiercely as he was now.

His recollection was shattered by an ominous thunder. He listened closely, a rhythmic marching of metal on stone.

"Shit…" breathed Draconian.

The Crusaders heard it too, standing abruptly at the sound. Draconian leapt out of the shadows, gold eyes frantic. "Run." Said Draconian. "The Omnics are coming for you."

The Crusaders looked at him in shock. Reinhardt stammered, "Wha- Who-"

Draconian shook his head, his tone sharp. "There is no time! Leave now, before the Omnics bring this castle down on you. I will meet you later, but preserve yourselves now!"

His tone was sharp enough make them run. Reinhardt glared at him for a brief second, then turned and disappeared. Balderich regarded him, the light fading from his eyes. "You… Draconian."

He nodded, acknowledging his assumption. "I am sorry Balderich. I cannot save you, but I can defend this place and your Crusaders."

Balderich nodded as well. "Bring those mechanical bastards hell." He slumped further in the throne while the light faded from his eyes.

Draconian walked out of the throne room, into the hallway, his face grim. Two balls of light sprung into his hands, thrusting them out and away from him, where the clung to the walls, illuminating the hallway… and the Bastions marching towards him. Draconian willed the lights away, and held out his hand.

Black mist shimmered in his hand and above his shoulder, solidifying into a massive black sword. It's edge was uneven and crude, so huge that it was twice as tall as Draconian from crossguard to tip. He hefted it onto his shoulder, the weight seeming easy for him. He raised his other hand, a cuboidal light flickering in it. He flexed his hand, and its light flashed around him. This would protect him from their bullets.

The Bastions regarded him, red lights unblinking. Draconian stared back, gold eyes calm and void of emotion. He heard the cocking sound of their guns, and charged.

He slashed and whirled, the massive sword like a leaf in his hands. The Bastions fell before him, Draconian's eyes slowly becoming red with anger. Bullets struck him, his suit and cape repelling them. Arms and legs and oil went flying.

One Bastion grabbed his arm, Draconian angrily jerking it back towards him, taking the Bastion's arm with it. He kicked it into the wall, impaling it in the torso. Several of them turned into turrets, tearing at his body and face.

He leapt into a corridor, the sword fading as he dropped it. He willed lightning into his hands, crackling and sparking as he shot it at the turreted Omnics.

He snarled as more closed in on him, his bare hands swinging at denting their armor.

Just as several of them grabbed his arms and legs, he heard a massive roar, watching the lithe, serpentine mass of Destrire rear up, breaking through the massive wooden door. Omnics were crushed under the wood and claws of his Dragon form, Destrire's red eyes glowing with fury. His tail lashed out, rending the bodies of the seemingly endless robotic army.

Claws encircled Draconian as Destrire grabbed him, hauling him away from the Omnics and outside. Destrire flew away, outside the range of their bullets, pelting the thick scales on his back.

Destrire flew back an hour later, Draconian on his back. They landed at the river beneath the castle, listening closely. Above them echoed gunshots. Not the deep bass of Bastions, but rather the cracks of rifles.

Draconian pointed up. "Inhabit my shadow." He said to Destrire. "We're going up." The Dragon nodded, fading into a deeper darkness than that of other shadows. Draconian started to scale the walls, finding footholds and handholds as nimbly as before. He hauled himself up wooden scaffolding, leaping down into the courtyard. Around him was the German MIlitary, milling around and investigating Eichenwalde. The cracks of rifles had silenced. The Omnics were dead.

His suit turned into that of a soldier, combat uniform and rifle strapped across his back, all just for show.

He walked up to the ruined entrance, the arch where he and Destrire had sat behind him and to his right. The entrance had been blown off its hinges, and inside lay the twisted wrecks of Omnics Draconian had rent apart.

"Sir!" He heard to his right. A soldier rushed past him, to who was presumably the commanding officer. "These Omnics… The reports say they were destroyed by swords. Giant swords."

The commander scoffed. "I can see that, private. The Crusaders use those weapons. Speaking of which, we found their leader. Balderich. He's dead. Died on that throne of his."

"That's just it sir." said the private, his Adam's apple bobbing in nervousness. "They say… they say that they didn't kill these Omnics. And that, there was a man in the castle. He heard them coming and told them to run."

The officer was mulling the thought over. "Well? Did they find this man?" The private shook his head. "Verdammt." Said the officer. "Conduct a full scale investigation of Eichenwalde, and find this man. I'd speak with him."

The private nodded once more, and backed away.

Draconian took this as his cue and left, as morning sunlight began to filter the air, birds chirping as they awoke with the dawn. Draconian had almost made it out before he heard it. "Hey!"

Draconian turned, watching as Reinhardt strode toward him, out of his armor and bandaged from his wounds. Reinhardt's long blond hair and blue eyes catching the sunlight. Draconian smiled, his army fatigues fading into his suit and cape, his eyes flaring bright gold for a moment, before disappearing before Reinhardt in a flash of white smoke.

On the morning breeze whispered a soft, deep voice. "Soon, Reinhardt. You'll meet me soon."

…..Chapter 2 coming soon