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"You got this!"
BOOM!
"I really don't fucking got this!"
"Sure you do! Just don't get burned."
FFWOOSH!
"Or frozen..."
"You're not helping!"
A young blonde boy yelled as he ran from a giant, brown, winged lizard that alternated between breathing fire and ice at him as he ran around, dodging the breath attacks. He was currently up against a dragon. The young man quickly drew his bow with practiced speed and fired off a lightning Dust arrow. The beast recoiled and let out an angry roar as the arrow collided with its maw.
"Try that finishing move with the sword I taught you, Jaune!" Said a white haired man with reptilian pupils and green irises who looked about twenty. The man was dressed in a white, sleeveless parka, jeans and his feet were bare. He stood on a hill, overlooking his apprentice/nephew take on his fifth dragon this year.
"But I haven't even mastered that yet!" Jaune yelled before he ducked and rolled to avoid the dragon fly over him while breathing fire. "Ugh, fine!"
Jaune sheathed his bow and clasped his hands in front of his mouth like a megaphone. Jaune took a deep breath before shouting at the dragon, "JOOR ZAH FRUL!"
As his dragonrend shout hit its target, the legendary beast fell towards the ground and crashed through the snowy forest. It left a trail of displaced dirt and uprooted trees in its wake as it skidded to a stop in a small clearing. Jaune quickly ran toward the dragon, he climbed onto its writhing back as it tried in vain to get up. The young warrior unsheathed his trusty sword, Crocea Mors, and ran across its back to reach the dragons head. Thanks to his dragonrend, the dragon's very soul was anchored to the earth, and it was still groggy from its crash landing.
"You have not won..there will always be more!" The dragon yelled in its species' language while thrashing about, trying to shake the blonde boy off of him. As Jaune made it to its head, he hacked away at the monster's neck, his blade slicing through the tough dragon scales. He finally sliced through a major artery in the neck, the dragon's blood flowing out as the life drained from its eyes. Jaune stumbled off the monster, exhausted. He saw his uncle stroll over to him.
"See? I told you it would work." The older man said. He gestured toward the front of the creature's head. Jaune nodded and approached the dragon's front. The beast's skin started to disintegrate as its soul was absorbed into Jaune's being. He suddenly felt an enormous but familiar rush of energy overtake him...and then blast him backwards about ten feet, making him land flat on his ass. He heard chuckling as he got up and dusted himself off.
He checked his things to make sure nothing had been seriously damaged. His sword was fine, the blade was nearly indestructible, and one of the few things that could pierce a dragon's hide. He slid it back into the sheath he used in place of the original one that could transform into a shield. That was buried with his grandfather, the dragonborn before him. His bow was still in one piece. Nightingale was made out of a special metal called ebony, and, as Nocturnal had said, blessed with the heart of a daedra. The arrows were still in good shape, and he knew from experience that it was pointless trying to retrieve the ones he'd shot at the dragon. Those were either gone, stuck in the bone or had disintegrated along with most of the beast.
His knife, Grieving Widow, was still in good condition, the silver blade and curved hilt gleamed slightly in the early spring. It was built like a miniature scimitar, with a green gem embedded in the hilt. It could also mechashift into a 6-chamber single action revolver.
Lastly was his pistol, Dragon Song. The metal plating was colored indian red, with a grip carved out of dark walnut wood and plastic and the magazine fitted twelve 45 caliber bullets. When the button on the handle was pressed, it could transform into a tomahawk.
"Now, use the power, Jaune. Find the voice that will show you the way."
Jaune did as he asked. He concentrated, searching deep down to his soul. He sensed the new dragons soul that he'd absorbed. He reached out to it, grasping it, and welcomed the knowledge that flooded outward inside his body.
He took a stance, putting his hands over his mouth again and facing a large boulder in the clearing. "FO KRAH DIIN!" As he shouted, a torrent of icy wind, snow and ice rushed forward, enveloping the boulder in a sheet of blue ice. Jaune looked at what he'd done in awe, before his mentor chucked a pebble at the frozen rock and cracks started spider-webbing outward from the point of impact. The boulder fell apart into a pile of ice and rock.
The man turned to him, "You're getting better, Jaune. There are very few who have mastered the thu'um as fast as you. I don't think even the Greybeards from the old days had a member who learned so quick."
Jaune just shrugged.
The man sighed. Teenagers. "Well, we'd better be getting back home." Jaune nodded and stepped back as his mentor's body started to transform. His skin grew white and scaly, his body getting much bigger and longer. When the transformation was complete, Jaune stood before an enormous, white dragon.
"Climb on, kid." The dragon bellowed.
"Alright, Paarthurnax."
Jaune and Paarthurnax(back in his human form) walked through the bottom of a stone crevice that led to the center of Mount Vit. The entrance to their home was over 1000 kilometers from any kingdom and half that distance from any settlement.
Once they reached the end, they came to a forty foot tall set of double doors. The petrified maple wood was embroidered with solid gold that depicted etchings of dragons, human warriors, and men in hooded cloaks shouting at the beasts. Frost lined the edges of the doors, and the various scratches and dents all showed the doors' age.
The dragon placed a single hand on the doors and they slowly creaked open to reveal a grand hall with elegant stone walls, velvet rugs leading down the hall and branching out to various rooms, and torches lining the walls that warmed and lit the whole place in yellow light. A second story balcony lined the walls and lowered by a set of stairs that joined at the end of the hall.
As the doors quickly closed behind the pair, Jaune heard a very annoying voice cry out, "Oh! Our brave heroes have returned! Break out the tea, cheese and wenches to make our warriors feel nice and welcome." Jaune looked up toward the right balcony and frowned when he saw Sheogorath waving a handkerchief and blowing a horn. The mad god was then sent to the floor when a chunk of purple crystal was thrown from across the gap between the balconies, hitting him in the face. "Be quiet you imbecile! It's midnight!"
Sheogorath got up and waved to Azura, who was fuming as she went back to her quarters after summoning the gem back into her hands. Jaune just shook his head at the gods' antics. Paarthurnax stepped forward, "What is it, Sheogorath?"
The god in question leaned over the balcony railing until he fell off, flipping through the air and landing on his feet, unharmed.
"I merely wanted to give our champion a proper welcome home after a long day of drake hunting, Paarthy. You do not have to be so cold."
BONK!
Paarthurnax him on the top of his head and yelled, "I told you never to call me that!"
"Alright, alright. Anyhow I just wanted to tell our champion here something." The mad god then snapped his fingers, and he and Paarthurnax were gone. Jaune's eyes widened when he realized what was happening.
Every few months or so, Sheogorath liked to 'keep Jaune vigilant and on his toes' by summoning various 'familiars'. The first time, it'd been just one man with a battle-ax...the next time it had been a pack of wolves. The time after that, it had been a pack of flaming wolves. The opponents kept getting tougher and stranger. Naturally, Jaune kept his guard up. He unsheathed Crocea Mors and Dragon Song in its melee weapon form.
Before he knew it, glowing, purple mist started swirling around the hall, before taking shape as three sabertooth cats. They were as tall as Jaune and ten feet long. Their fangs looked sharp as razors, just like their claws. And since they were purple, that meant they were charged up with some kind of crazy destruction magic.
The first monster ran at him, and Jaune sidestepped and slashed across its body. The boy had to recoil and ended up dropping his sword as arcs of violet lightening shot out from the wound as the beast died/vanished.
'Lightening enchanted sabertooths. Fuck all.'
He spotted the mad god and Paarthurnax on the balcony, his mentor looked very annoyed at Sheogorath but didn't intervene. Jaune growled in annoyance before leveling his pistol.
He pulled the trigger, the handgun's recoil as strong as ever as the fire Dust bullet was launched forward and punched into the second beast. The resulting fire/lightening explosion made him shield his eyes. He switched Dragon Song back into its tomahawk form and drew Grieving Widow in his left hand.
As the last one charged, he rolled to the side and backward slashed his ax into its right hind leg, twirling as he swung and stood ready as the sabertooth recovered, limping slightly. He rushed forward, stabbing it in the throat before he leaped back to avoid getting swiped by the beasts claws.
This time, purple flames poured out from the neck wounds, but Jaune hadn't stabbed deep enough to do more than annoy the beast.
'Can I not get one break?'
It jumped at Jaune, but he ducked under and thrust his dagger up, the blade sticking into its flesh and slicing down the monster's midsection. The heat covered Jaune like a blanket, but it wasn't hot enough to cause injury. As its limp body crashed to the floor and vanished behind Jaune, he got up and retreived his sword.
Sheogorath clapped for Jaune's 'performance'. "Bravo! Brava! Well done, my boy."
Jaune quickly shot a round from Grieving Widow, which the prince of madness ducked to avoid. Paarthurnax hopped down to the floor and he and his apprentice walked to Jaune's room. They lived here in this sanctuary with Sheogorath and Azura, the hole complex protected and untouched from the centuries of change around it. The dragon and the Daedric princes had trained Jaune since he was ten. On occasion, they'd summon some other higher being like Nocturnal or Odahviing to help train the boy.
Stepping through the doorway, Jaune let out a tired sigh as he went to his desk and started stripping off his armor and weapons. He placed his white daedric gauntlets on the wooden desk along with the shin and chest plates. He put Crocea Mors and Grieving Widow alongside those and hung Nightingale on its rack. He then shed his black hoodie so that he was left in a grey t-shirt and jeans.
Jaune sat down and began disassembling and cleaning Dragon Song. He heard a knock on his doorframe, and turned to see Azura. She wore a midnight blue cloak and shawl with black shoes that made her nearly white skin seem even paler, if that was possible. Jaune supposed she always wore dark clothes to balance out her paleness, further expressing her role as Daedric prince of dusk and dawn, dark and light, et cetera.
After almost seven years, Jaune couldn't understand why the ones who took form as females were call princes. She and her sister, Nocturnal, didn't seem to care, though.
"Need something?"
Azura entered, "You seemed angry at Sheogorath earlier."
"Says the one who threw a soul gem at the prick." Jaune stood and leaned back on the top of his chair.
"I won't dignify that with a response. Sheogorath's prickery aside, you've been getting agitated more easily as of late. Is something troubling you?" Jaune shrugged. "I don't know. I might just be getting stir crazy. Its been, what, six weeks since I've talked to anyone who didn't live outside this place."
She nodded, "Yes, I sometimes forget how you humans need to interact with one another. I suppose you do need to be getting out more." She turned to leave, and Jaune went back to cleaning his pistol. After he'd cleaned and inspected all his weapons and armor, the boy lay down on his bed and sighed. He shut off the lights and threw his arm over his eyes as he laid down to sleep.
Meanwhile...
"He needs to get out more. The boy is still human and needs other people to talk to besides me, a dragon and a mad idiot."
"Hey!" Sheogorath yelled indignantly as he reemerged from his room wearing a velvet robe and bunny slippers while smoking a two foot-long pipe. Azura wasn't surprised in the least. Paarthurnax chimed in, "What do you propose, Azura? Send him to a city, give him some money and let him run amuck?
"Why don't I take the boy? A god and a young warrior, traveling the world together. What could possibly go wrong?" They both turned to the mad god, looks of irritation and slight anger on their faces.
"Must I remind you what happened the last time you traveled the world? The whole Four Maidens Incident?"
"Oh, you give four hot women some elemental magic because they were nice to you while you were disguised as an old, lonely man and you never hear the end of it!"
"They could have destroyed half the world if we hadn't intervened and sworn them to secrecy!"
"And look how that turned out. Three of them are...What's the phrase? Ah, yes, MIA," Sheogorath retorted, "And that Amber girl or what ever her name is is in a coma and half her power was stolen..." The god blinked a few times, "...I now realize that that didn't help my case."
Then, Azura had an idea. "Paarthurnax, you're still in contacts with that Ozpin fellow, right?"
"Yes, but what does that-wait, you can't be considering that." Paarthurnax answered.
"Exactly. We can ask Ozpin to allow Jaune into his school. The boy can get a proper education, mingle with some mortals, have some actual friends." Azura said before drinking from her cup of tea.
"Not to mention get laid!" Sheogorath interjected, causing Azura to spit out her tea...onto Paarthurnax. After drying himself off, Paarthurnax thought Azura's words over. "I suppose Jaune would benefit from enrolling in a huntsman school. If he agrees, we'll have to train him even harder before the semester starts to make sure he's ready."
The next day...
"Alright. I'll do it. I'll join Beacon." Jaune said as he sat in his room after mulling over what his mentors and Sheogorath had just told him.
"Splendid!" Sheogorath cried before Paarthurnax pushed him aside.
"Very well, Jaune. However, the school year starts in six months, so you'll be training harder than ever. Beacon is one of the best academies in the world, and the other students have probably trained even longer than you."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Jaune got up, gathered his equipment and headed to the training room.
Six months later...
"Well, Jaune, today's the day."
"Yep."
"You have everything you'll need?"
"Yep."
"Are you gonna say something besides 'yep'?"
"Yep."
Jaune and Paarthurnax stood at the Vale docks, in front of an airship that would take the new first year students to Beacon. Jaune shouldered his duffel bag that held all his weapons, armor and personal effects. He hadn't packed too much, just clothes, weapons and books, mostly. They turned to faced each other. Paarthurnax had changed to look like a man in his late thirties, with the same white hair and green eyes.
"Be sure to call, Azura just might skin you alive if you don't." Paarthurnax said light-heartedly. They embraced before Jaune turned around to board the bullhead. The bay door closed and the ship took off.
The dragon was left standing alone on the dock, until a purple and black portal swirled to life and Sheogorath stepped out. He wore black slacks and coat with a purple dress shirt and a black tie. His gray hair was disheveled, but it suited his appearance since the god had taken the form of a man in his mid twenties.
"Do you think we made the right call, Paarthy?" the uncharacteristically calm god asked. Paarthurnax just stood there, frowning at the ground. He finally answered, "Time will tell."
He walked away, and Sheogorath raised an eyebrow as he watched his old friend walk away. it seemed Paarthurnax was already developing some empty nest syndrome. Sheogorath chuckled. There was definitely a joke in that statement somewhere. Or it could just be his insanity. He teleported out of the docks, leaving the empty place quiet.
A raven with red eyes that had been sitting on a lamppost just above where the higher beings had talked took off and flew away.
First chapter of my new crossover fic!
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Fireballmonkey out.