This was published on November 30, 2014

(A/N) Hey everybody, its your favorite and least reliable author...AFF225! To those of you who are new to this story, welcome and be glad that you are now reading the new and better written (in my opinion) prologue!

To those of you who have already read the first and now replaced prologue, sorry to tell you, but this is the new prologue. As I said to some people, my knowledge of Skyrim and all its greatness before was...to be simple...horrible. I only had the original version without the awsome add-ons.

So I got the legendary edition pack for Xbox 360 and have been playing almost non-stop since I got it. Now I am going to use my knew found knowledge to make this story even better! Anyway, you might see a difference in my writing style as this will no longer be just an "all-nighter" that I pulled out of bordom one night.

So know that all has been said and done, without further adew, lets begin.

Disclaimer: I think fanfiction makes us have to write disclaimers to taunt us and hurt us knowing people like us will never own things like The Elder Scroll Series and Familiar of zero/Zero no tsukaima. So yeah...I don't own it.

The Legend Of Dragonblaze

Prologue: An Unexpected Vacation

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Sarcasm*

Word of power/ To bring more importance or power to something

Dragonic language

(Quick Author's Note)

In a time long forgotten, the gleaming and dazzling sun rose from the ground as it cast away the two moons that steal its place every night. It washed its rays over a large and prosperous city that was gladly basking in the sunlight that would wake its inhabitants up,

And as predicted, the citizen's of this city each awoke to start their daily lives. First the blacksmiths with their constant pounding. Then the farmers bringing in their goods. Then the merchants with their goods and wares. And finally the ordinary citizen's or mercenary's that just work as employees to the other jobs.

Guards aren't envolved in this schedule because they are always there and rotate shifts 24 hours 7 days a week.

In this city, it looked as if the begining of a normal, peaceful morning was at hand. Sadly, appearances can be quite deceiving.

In the distance, a muted but powerful roar could be heard. All the guards instinctifly took out their bows as soon as they heard. Another roar, closer, could be heard as all the guards readied their bows with steel arrows, preparing for the worst.

Then silence came. Nothing but silence was heard for a whole torturous minute as everybody in the city was quiet after the second roar. After another minute, the guards relaxed their shoulders and shealthed their bows as relief filled the city.

That relief was instantly destroyed as the sound of flapping and a thunderous roar was heard as everybody's worst fears were confimed. The form of the threat was finally visible as everybody watched with horror at what was now circuling their city. A dragon!

The guards instantly took out their bows and tried to hit the flying devil with their steels arrows, but all in vain as the dragon dodged all the arrows aimed at him. It didn't live so long for nothing!

Something that resembled a sick smile spread across the flying reptile's face as it found the perfect first victim for its firebreath. A group of small children. Taking in a deep breath, the dragon shouted in his species language.

"Yooool!"

The shout deafened everyone as a thick stream of fire headed toward the group of children. The children all screamed in fear as their short lives passed before their eyes. Then, as if a beacon in the darkness, another more powerful shout was heard.

"Fus, Ro, Daaa!"

A thundering blast of wind that created some dust headed straight for the flames and the dragon. When the dust cleared, a tall and muscular figure could be seen in front of the group of children holding up a greater ward to protect the kids. As soon as the fire died, he let it down.

The hero who saved the children looked up in digust at the dragon as he unshealthed his twin weapons.

The hero in question was wearing simple, leather looking armor that he recieved after he became the guildmaster of a certain organization of theives. In his hands, there were two sharp swords that he forged and improved himself out of the body of his dead foes.

The man himself is easily intimadating to any normal person even without his weapons. He is has an impressive height of 6ft'4 with a lean, but muscular build that would put any ordinary nord to shame.

He has cold, calculating eyes that seemed to be the perfect mixture of red, blue, green, and gold. He has one thin scar on his face that starts at the top of his left eyebrow and stops right above his jaw.

His face is of a young and handsome but with a facial feature that spoke of years of fighting and tactics. But that was unimportant beacause his face was hardly visible to see because of the hood he was wearing.

(Okay, time to get back on track)

The hero glared at the flying beast as he spoke in a smooth, yet cold bariton voice that spoke with barely restained killing intent.

"You have broken the deal dovah, so for that, you must die!"

Knowing that he had to end this quick, otherwise risk the lives of innocent, he took a deep breath and shouted a shout that every dragon feared and hated, and for good reason.

"Joor, Zah, Fruuul!"

The Dragonrend shout. A shout that litetally pierces the soul of a dragon and forces them to land. The dragon's eyes widen as he felt himself unwillingly being forced down to the ground. The man saw his chance as he raced across the space that was between him and the dragon

The path was straight ahead as all the people instantly ran away as soon as the hero put the greater ward down. So he made it there in no time to the dragon who was looking like he was having a fight with gravity itself.

Apon closer look, the man saw that he was going to have to slay an ancient dragon, if the tattered scales and bright colors were any indication.

A hard feat when he was younger, but now only a simple task. So with missing a beat, the man struck a quick strike with his right sword to the dragon's left jaw, which started bleeding.

He then struck deep strike with his left sword into the dragon's nose, making the dragon bleed more. Finishing the combo, he roughly double sliced the dragon's face and shouted a quick "Fus!" to stop the dragon from burning him to a crisp with its shout.

He then saw the dragon's head coming for a big bite that could easily chomp his head so he instantly blocked the sharp teeth with his guantlets. A bad, but necessary move.

The dragon's sharp teeth easily bit through his simple leather like guantlets, but it provided him with the perfect distraction he needed to make the dragon feel a taste of his own medicine.

"Yol, Toor, Shuul!"

He shouted a breath of fire at the dragon to burn it like the dragon had previously tried to do with the children.

Unlike the dragon's thick stream of flames, his shout was just a more powerful blast of fire that hit the dragon's face at point blank. The dragon roared as his face was now not only cut, but badly burned.

Since he no longer felt like gravity was fighting against him, the dragon instantly started flapping his wings in an attempt to fly and escape the monster that was going to kill him. "Oh, no you don't!" The man had other plans than to just let the dragon escape though.

So with all his might, he jumped onto the dragon that was already already 8 feet off the ground. The dragon roared as he felt the heavy weight of his unwanted passanger that was hanging of his neck. The dovah instantly started doing impressive air-moneuver trickd like barrel-rolls and 360-spins to try to drop his passanger 6000ft down.

They were all in vain as the man had climbed into a better position on top of the dragon's neck and was planning to end his life. Seeing that his life was nearing its end, the dragon flew straight up, hoping that if he dies, he will take the terriffying man with him.

The man paid no attention to this as he gave out a war cry and stabbed both his swords through the dragon's skull. The dragon gave out one more weak roar before his head rolled down and he felt his soul being sucked by every dragon's worst nightmare, the Dovahkin, Dragonborn.

So with that, the man now identified as the dragonborn reliquished in the feeling of power when he absorbed a dragon's soul and sighed a peaciful sigh.

After that he instantly took three dragon bones and three dragon scales from the dead dragon to add to his collection. Only after he was done with this did he relize his situation.

Because the dragon had taken him so far up, he barely noticed the slow descent of the somehow still flying carcase of the dead dragon.

But now that the land was coming closer and closer, and with the wind picking up around him, he would have to be paralized to not know he was falling from a great height.

Slightly panicking because the last time he fell off a dragon, about a century or two ago, it wasn't exactly the best of experiences, he calmed his mind and willed himself to think of a plan.

After a few seconds, he came up with a perfect plan and jumped off the dead dragon's neck. Taking in a deep breath, he shouted a shout that would save him from a sore body.

"Feim, Zii, Groon!"

After he shouted that, he felt his body become as light as a feather and then he barely felt it at at. His body had become ghost-like with a little smoke coming off it as he felt the power that came with the shout Become Eternal. Power to feel no true damage, but sadly also deal no damage.

Although this shout is very useless when it comes to damaging enemies it sure saved him a few times from either a broken body, or death back when he was weaker. Now he just uses it to avoid horrible body aches or to scare the living shit out of people.

So now he just waited in the air, falling, until he reached the ground in a slightly painful, but not really lasting damage fall. That was what he was originally expecting.

Just a normal hard hit to the ground, but he never expected to fall straight into a horizonal green, swirling portal that appeared out of nowhere when he did reach the ground.

He slightly cursed at himself as he felt himself falling once again, only this time it was in a pitch black abyes. At least before he could see the ground, now he can't even see his fucking hands!

Even worse, his shout Become Eternal had finally weared off so he was basically open to damage to whatever ground he will meet after he reaches the...well ground...earth I guess?

(Sorry, got off track again)

'*Great, of course this would happen.* All I wanted to do was build my house at my newly bought land that I finally convinced a Jarl of Whiterun to sell to me and now this happens!'

'Sometimes I wonder if I am just a toy of amusment that each daedric prince takes turns using when they are bored. I would bet that it was Sheogarath who did this to me. He loves messing with me for no apparent reason, the mad fucker' thought the pissed of hero as he fell through...whatever it is he is falling through. (Portal)

He then saw a bright, white light under him and could only think one thing for some weird reason before he fell through the blinding light that slightly dazzed him.

'Damn, and I had a bunch of nicely cooked mammoth meat that I was planning to eat later ready right on top of my carpenture's table...what a waste.'

(A/N) So what do ya'll think. Did I do good, bad, great, horrible you tell me new people to my story. And to everyone who did read my story, do you think it is better know or before. I know you all probably want to skin my ass but at least give me feedback.

Anyway, I got to start working on chapter one now. Also, want do you think of the title? Haha, anyway, see you in chapter 1.

P.S This chapter has a wopping 85 more words than the first try exactly...yes! I succeeded in making a larger chapter.

AFF225 OUT(This is my signiture departure ok)