I decided to put this in the Naruto section rather than the crossover section because I figured that it would get more attention that way. Now, don't hate me for it (please), because all I want is for people to at least try reading it. And there's just not enough interest in the NarutoxElder Scrolls crossover section to get the kind of views I'm hoping for (because that seems to be a very specific niche). But, I hope that through this story, I will pique people's interest in one of my favorite video games (and because it makes for a kickass storyline).

And, for anyone who cares, I seem to be gearing the story towards multiple P.O.V.s per chapter. I was not planning on doing that at first, it's kind of just how it panned out. But I feel like it's working, considering how long the chapters are. It's good for breaking the chapters into more manageable pieces.

Naruto's P.O.V.

"What do you think you're doing, and how did you find an Elder Scroll?" A girl's voice rings demandingly through the air.

I groan slightly, and I find my hands long enough to push myself into a sitting position. "My head hurts..." I feel like it's gotten acquainted with the wrong end of a mace.

"Answer my questions, or it's going to hurt a lot worse." I blink a few times, and my blurry vision starts to clear. I look up to see a blade pointed at my face, wickedly sharp and rather terrifying a piece.

I try to back up, but run right into the guy that was trying to kill me only a minute ago. He hisses quietly in pain and pushes himself to his feet. "What happened?"

"Itachi?" The other guy, his partner stumbles over, rubbing the back of his head. He must have hit his head when that light flared.

"Sasuke, stop moving." The older one, at least judging by his voice, stops moving. "There's something wrong."

The younger one, Sasuke, glances up and looks around, his eyes widening. "What the..."

And he's right to have that reaction. From what I can see, past the dagger in my face, is that it looks like I'm home in Skyrim. And that can't be right, because I'm supposed to be about half a kilometer from the border. And before I closed my eyes, it was cold, but there wasn't any snow.

I look up at the girl, only to find her face covered by a cloth mask attached to her rather impressive leather and cloth armor, most likely padded for the cold. It almost looks like something practical for a thief, but also like it was meant for a mage. Cloth strips hang down in the front and back, as well as over her shoulders, but her boots and bracers are reinforced with metal scales. Add to that the fact that she's pointing a dagger at my face means that she's not a girl to mess with.

I gulp nervously and try to keep my eyes on hers. "I think that I was getting attacked by these two. And I don't know what an Elder Scroll is."

She glares at me for a moment, then pulls her dagger back. "In that case, don't let me stop you. I'll just have the scroll and be on my way." She reaches to the ground and picks up that big fancy scroll from earlier. Her eyes, like pools of spring water, watch us carefully as she straps my prize to her back.

Before I can protest, the younger of the two assassins, Sasuke, points a once concealed sword at her. "Drop the scroll and leave, or your head will be hanging from the trees."

She turns to face Sasuke, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Do you even know what this is?"

"No, and frankly, I don't care." His voice is low and rich, with that southern lilt to it. "We've been hired to retrieve that scroll and dispose of its thief. Don't think that you won't join him if you refuse to give up the scroll."

She looks him up and down, her eyes narrowing. "I've only seen armor like that depicted in history books. Where do you come from?"

That seems to throw both of the assassins off for a moment, and the older one, Itachi, speaks. "Cyrodil. And what do you mean by only having seen armor like this in history books?"

She turns to him, though not without keeping an eye on his partner. "It's...old? Outdated? No one makes armor like that anymore? What answer do you want?"

"What do you mean no one makes armor like this anymore?" Sasuke lowers his sword a little. "This is some of the best armor ever made."

"When, during the Third Era?" She scoffs quietly. Then, she frowns. "Wait..." She touches the scroll, and looks like she's thinking hard. "When...what year were you born in?"

Sasuke raises his sword again, snarling. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Itachi, on the other hand, seems a bit more on the curious side. "Sasuke, calm yourself." He turns to the girl. "Third Era, the twenty first year of the fifth century."

The girl's eyes widen immeasurably. "Twelve years before the gates of Oblivion opened..." Then she relaxes a little, almost sadly. "In that case, forget whatever mission you were sent on, it no longer matters. Your employer is long dead by now."

"What?" Sasuke's eyes narrow, and I would swear that there are sparks shooting from them. "What do you mean long dead? We were sent on this assignment this morning."

She shakes her head slowly. "It would seem that you were caught by the Elder Scroll's magic." She pulls her mask down, revealing soft, pale skin. "If you want answers, come with me. But know that if you try to harm me, I will not hesitate to stop you."

"Oh, and how is that?" Sasuke raises his sword one more time.

I recoil a little, wary of the girl standing in front of us. "Uh...I wouldn't do that if I were in your shoes."

But as he brings his sword down towards the girl, she whirls around and opens her mouth. "FUS!"

Whatever power she possesses washes over us, and makes me glad that I'm still sitting on the ground. Both of the assassins stagger, Itachi forced onto one knee, and Sasuke tumbling onto his behind. She draws back, looking satisfied that she's made her point. "Now, if you're done playing the fool, we're not far from Riften."

"Riften!?" That's definitely a good name to hear. "I'm from Riften! Do you know the Thieves Guild?"

Her eyes find me, and she frowns. "Of course I know the Thieves Guild. I'm one of their highest earners."

For a minute, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. then, it turns rather cold. "Wait...but I've never seen you around the guild before."

"I'm around the guild all the time." She approaches me and crouches down in front of me. "But when we get there, I'll have to show you how much it's changed since you've been gone."

"Gone?" How long was I gone? I thought that it wasn't more than a couple of weeks...

She nods slightly. "After all, I wouldn't be surprised if it's very different to the guild that you knew. It has been almost two hundred years."

"What?" My blood goes cold, and the other two stop moving entirely, their focus solely on the girl in front of us. "What do you mean by two hundred years?"

She stands up straight and pulls me to my feet. "You guys last remember around the tenth year of the Fourth Era, right?"

"The ninth." Itachi supplies the figure easily. "When we left the sanctuary for this mission, it was the eighteenth of Hearthfire, in the ninth year of the Fourth Era."

"Well, it's certainly the eighteenth of Hearthfire, but..." Her voice grows hard and biting. "It's the two hundred and second year of the Fourth Era. It's been a hundred and ninety three years since the last moment you remember."

Almost two hundred years...?

That means that everyone I've ever known is long dead, their spirits in Sovngarde, and their bones turned to dust.

She looks up at me, sympathy in her eyes. "If you would rather not see Riften right now, then we can go to Whiterun, I have a house there." She looks over my shoulder at the two assassins. "You two may as well come. After all, I have dropped the news of the century on you, and it wouldn't be fair to leave you here."

Sasuke opens his mouth to protest, before Itachi silences him with a single look. "We would be grateful for your hospitality, Miss..."

"Kaea." She lets go of my arm and starts towards a small path. "My name is Kaea."

Kaea's P.O.V.

Today has certainly turned out to be a strange day. I'd gone out, hoping to return to the guild with something for Tonilia. Instead, I'm heading back to Whiterun with three strange men that I found in the forest.

I wonder if it's the Divines or the Daedra messing with me today.

By evening, I pass through the gates of Whiterun with my three unfortunate guests. Of course, I'd paid attention to when the Greybeards and Parthuunax told me of Alduin being sent forward in time, but I'd never actually seen it done before. I suppose that the Elder Scrolls really do have incredible powers...

I open the door to my relatively empty house. It's furnished, of course, but I barely spend any time here, so it tends to be a little on the dusty side. "Make yourselves at home. There's a bedroom downstairs with two beds, and one upstairs with a single. My room is locked." I glance at my fellow thief. "Which means that you are not supposed to pick the lock open."

"Okay, okay!" The blond holds up his hands in surrender. Then he looks back at the two assassins. "So...are you two sharing a room, or am I bunking with someone?"

The shorter of the two rolls his eyes. "I would prefer to share with my brother, thank you." So...they're brothers. That explains their appearance. Cyrodil natives from the looks of them. Great...just what I needed. Two Imperials and a Nord in my house. I just hope that they don't catch on to the war too quickly. I don't need them spilling blood in my house. I look back at the younger assassin, and considering the way he's looking at the blond, I might just see some blood anyway.

I step between the two, glaring at them in turn. "If you get blood on anything in my house, I will Thu'um you again. And this time, I won't stop at one word."

The raven haired boy glares at me, while the blond's eyes widen. "That's what ya did!?" I nod once and he gapes. "But...how?"

"If you train hard...it is possible for some to learn to Shout." I don't think he needs to know the real reason just yet. "But there is much to fill you in on. You've missed quite a lot."

"Yeah..." He fidgets nervously, looking anxiously at the door. "I've been through Whiterun many times...and it's never looked like this."

"Hm..." It almost makes me wonder what this place was like two hundred years ago. "And the scrolls have foretold of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled..."

The blond's anxiety lessens as his head perks up at the sound of my words. "I know that song!"

"I'm sure that you do." I glance back to the bedroom, where the elder assassin seems to be nearly finished with his inspection. "Once you join us, I will tell you what has happened in the two centuries that you have missed."

That quickly summons him from the room, a serious, yet calm look on his regal-looking face. "Shall I assume that proper introductions are in order?" I nod slightly at his query. "Very well. I am Itachi Uchiha, an assassin of the Dark Brotherhood, from the Sanctuary in Cheydinhal." He motions to his brother. "And this is Sasuke, my younger brother. He is, for all intents and purposes, my partner in this venture." The young raven looks away sourly, like he's tasted bitter ale.

The blond, on the other hand, is much more forthcoming. "I'm Naruto! And like I said before, I'm a member of the Thieves Guild in Riften. Born here in Skyrim!" He leans in close and peers at me. "Like you, I'm guessing, though you're quite dainty for one of Skyrim's ladies, but you got the scary part down."

I'm going to choose to ignore the scary part, since I would just be proving his point. "That's likely because my father is a Nord, but my mother isn't." Naruto watches me curiously, so I sigh and pull down my hood. "My mother was an elven mistress to one of the Jarls." I hate talking about my unconventional heritage, but at at least I know that none of them are going to tell anyone. Especially since if they did, I could easily turn them in as criminals, and I'm pretty sure that they know that.

That doesn't, however, stop their eyes from widening at the sight of my pointed ears, though I would prefer them to be staring at my long auburn hair instead. Itachi is the first to stop staring at my appearance. "Now, what was this about scrolls foretelling black wings and war?"

I motion to the chairs around the fireplace as a place for them to sit down. "It's...a very long story. Naruto likely knows some of it, since the story itself is as old as time. Those words were an excerpt from a very old piece called 'The Song of the Dragonborn'." My eyes find Naruto. "I assume that you know the story of Alduin, the World Eater?"

He nods eagerly. "Yeah, it's the story about how a black dragon tried to bring about the end of the age. But he was defeated a long time ago. The song tells of a time when-" He freezes for a moment, and I can almost see the cogs turning in his head. "It tells of a time when Alduin will return."

I nod and sit down in the last free seat, then I take in a deep breath and start to sing. "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."

Naruto bobs his head to the music, but it's not long before the music comes flowing out of him as well. "Huzrah nu, kul do od, wah aan bok lingrah vod, Ahrk fin tey, boziik fun, do fin gein! Wo lost fron wah ney dov, ahrk fin reyliik do jul, Voth aan suleyk wah ronit faal krein."

"Ahrk fin zul, rok drey kod, nau tol morokei frod, Rul lot Taazokaan motaad voth kein! Sahrot Thu'um, med aan tuz, vey zeim hokoron pah, Ol fin Dovahkiin komeyt ok rein! 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!" Our voices rise and fall together, singing a song that every Nord knows from a very young age. It's a song of epic battles, heroes, and everything the people of this land value most. "Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah, Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein! Alduin, feyn do jun, kruziik vokun staadnau, Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein! Nuz aan sul, fent alok, fod fin vul dovah nok, Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz! Paaz Keizaal fen kos stin nol bein Alduin jot, Dovahkiin kos fin saviik do muz!"

The last verse flows like honeyed mead, growing powerful, then quiet. "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..."

The brothers watch us carefully, cautiously. And I believe that it is time to relieve their confusion. "The song of the Dragonborn...it foretells the day that the black dragon returns. A day when civil war wages throughout Skyrim, and the dragons return to cause panic and destruction. It tells of a hero that will rise, one whose power rivals the sun, who is kin to both man and dragon. Dovahkiin. The Dragonborn. A person who can slay dragons and take their souls, keeping them dead, even when Alduin insists on raising them from their burial mounds."

"Raising them from their burial mounds?" Sasuke scoffs. "So this dragon is supposed to be a necromancer?"

"Not supposed to be..." I remember that day well. "It was a year ago...when I saw him. I was passing through Helgen on my way to steal some jewels from the trading house in Markarth. What I found when I arrived in Helgen...was a huge black dragon swooping over the ruins of the town. There were screams of the townspeople as they were burnt alive. I raced into the town to try and save some of the people, but...I was only able to rescue a dozen or so." I feel ashamed that my efforts were so useless. If I had known then what I do now, then maybe I could have stopped the massacre from happening.

Naruto's eyes fill themselves with fear. "You mean he's back!? That was supposed to be a legend!"

Itachi grows pensive. "According to your account, it would appear that the legend is not only that."

I nod. "I have seen the World Eater, he who would bring this world to its knees. He is a monster like nothing I have ever seen. And he has spent this last year raising dragons from their burial mounds all across Skyrim, all across Tamriel, I expect. There are far too many dragons to be solely from Skyrim." I bite my lip angrily. "And they're converging on this place, Skyrim. Alduin has called them here, but I don't know why. If it is an army of dragons that he seeks, then why would he allow them to roam free and be killed by-"

"Killed by what?" Sasuke turns his suspicious glare on me with all his strength. "Or by who?"

They don't need to know the truth, at least, not all of it. It's not like they won't find out eventually. "By me." I watch as their eyes widen from suspicion to surprise. "I am a dragon hunter."

There is another round of silence, before Naruto shuffles closer to me. "How do you kill a dragon?"

"Well, usually, I stick a sword or an arrow through it's skull, but-" A deafening roar cuts me off, and it sounds like it's right overhead. "Shit!"

Sasuke and Itachi are already on their feet, hands reaching for their weapons. The younger glares at me once more. "What was that!?"

I reach to the closest weapon rack and withdraw a memento from my time in the Twilight Sepulcher. "That, my dear assassins and thief, is what a dragon sounds like." And in one swift motion, I cross the room and throw open the door. "You have two options. Stay here where it is safe, or come outside and see for yourself what kind of end the world is coming to." I glance at the Elder Scroll sitting tucked away next to the firepit. There is no guarantee that it will be there when I get back, but right now, the dragon is my first concern. I can always track down the scroll again later.

Without waiting for them to respond, I race down the street, heading for the front gate. I'm not going to let any more dragons go about killing the innocent. Not if I can be there to stop them!

Sasuke's P.O.V.

"Of all the times that a Dragonborn would be helpful..." The idiot thief looks up at me as he shifts the straps attaching his weapon to his hip. "Well? Are you going to stand there all day, ya arrow shootin' bastard? Or are ya gonna go help deal with that dragon?" He must still be holding a grudge for those arrows I shot at his head earlier. Then again, it was less than a day ago, so I suppose that he has just cause to be upset about me trying to kill him.

"Tch, moron." As if I'm going to go out there and get myself killed. I have no idea how to deal with a dragon. I was never trained for that, and I was trained for everything. "If you want to go out there and get yourself killed, be my guest."

But as the blond idiot rolls his eyes and runs out the door, following the girl, I notice that Itachi is adjusting his own weapons. He notices my gaze and stares right back at me. "Are you not curious about the dragon, little brother? If you don't plan to fight, you should at least watch the battle. It will be good experience for both of us, as neither of us has ever had any training in dealing with dragons. And whether you like it or not, we are stuck here until we find someone who knows enough about magic to send us back. Though whether that prospect is possible or not remains to be seen."

That's a sobering thought... He's pointed out that because of this damn scroll, we might be stuck two hundred years in the future. Though to be honest, that might not be so bad. After all, it's not like we really left anything behind, other than scheming relatives that disinherited us the first chance they got, and a gang of assassins that would likely never let us go unless we died. But it's not like I want to stay here where there's a war and dragons about.

Itachi heads for the door, silently leaving me behind in the house. I roll my eyes and sigh. You aren't giving me a choice, big brother... I suck up my complaints, at least for now, and make my way to the door, shutting it behind me as I step out into the darkening streets.

This is stupid and dumb, and downright foolish.

Nonetheless, I catch sight of my brother disappearing through the front gate of the city, and where he goes, I follow, even if that means right into the jaws of a dragon. Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't plan on sticking as many arrows into the beast as I possibly can. Even if my brother has a death wish, I'm not going to indulge that.

I race down the street and out of the closing gates, banking sharply to the right , then to the left as I leap down the steps and fly across the bridges that make up the approach to the city. Itachi is far ahead of me, his daggers at the ready. So he's planning on fighting that thing!? Not that I've actually seen it, but I've got a fairly vivid imagination. And the images I see are all snapping jaws and blasts of fire.

A jet of fire touches the ground right behind me, and I instinctively fall into a roll, tumbling across the ground and rolling back onto my feet a safe distance away from the fire. Then, I turn my eyes to the sky and my blood runs cold. So that's a dragon...

Hovering right above me is a snarling, scaly, grayish form, with a wingspan of at least forty feet. There is fire dripping from its maw, and each beat of its wings feels like a raging storm. I need the high ground. It may seem a silly idea when facing off against a giant flying beast, but I need a better place to aim from, because firing straight up is a terrible idea.

"Over here!" An arrow whizzes through the air, striking the dragon right in the eye. The dragon, half blinded, turns its working eye onto the archer. Kaea.

But her distraction gives me the chance to make a break for one of the towers. I climb up the side, scaling it as I would a house to perform an assassination. But this time, as I perch on top of the tower, my arrow is pointed not at a victim, but at a dragon. Taking careful aim as the dragon flies after the unfortunate girl, I place one right through what looks like soft skin where the neck and shoulders join. That draws forth a mighty roar from the enraged dragon, and it lands with a thunderous crash.

Right in front of Kaea.

Fortunately, the dragon seems solely focused on trying to snap her head off that it barely notices Naruto and Itachi slicing at its wings, cutting the fragile membranes to ribbons. That dragon won't be taking to the air again. The dragon doesn't like that one bit, and it starts stomping and thrashing, it dangerous tail swinging everywhere, knocking over precariously stacked boulders, and cracking solid stone.

I loose another arrow at the dragon, except that this time, it turns its head and the arrow bounces off of one of the dragon's horns. Damn it! I nock another one, only to catch sight of something strange out of the corner of my eye. Instead of brandishing her bow as dark as night, Kaea has done away with any and all weapons, holding out her hands in front of her. Is she mad? She'll hardly slay a dragon like that! Her claim of being a dragon hunter is starting to seem rather strange to me, along with her methods.

Then, the dragon snaps at her again, and she opens her mouth wide, her voice like thunder. "FO KRAH DIIN!" And from her mouth erupts a blast of what looks like ice.

The dragon is hit right in the face with the icy breath, and it freezes for just a moment. But that moment is all that it takes for her to climb onto its head, a transparent sword flickering in her hand. And she drives the spectral blade down into the dragon's thrashing head with both hands, cleaving its skull open, and dropping the dragon to the ground. As the dragon thumps lifelessly to the ground, the sword in her hands disappears. A summoned sword? That means that she's at least got some experience in magic, as well as a large enough reserve to perform a difficult spell like that.

But that's not the end of the magical spectacle. The dragon's body begins to glow, the light growing brighter, until it's too bright to continue looking at, and I throw up my arm to stop it from blinding me. There's a violent sound of rushing wind, and the light flares quickly, before the light dies to something bearable, and I uncover my eyes to see the light pulsing around her, before disappearing into nothingness.

But it's not her that amazes me, it's the dragon. It was fearsome and mighty before, but now, all that lies there is a pile of bones and a few stray arrows. I've never seen any creature be reduced to this before. Did its corpse burn to ash...? But there are no ashes on the ground to suggest such a thing.

Kaea slips off of the dragon's skull, landing deftly on the ground, before picking at the skeleton, removing some stray scales and breaking off both of its shoulder blades. "Waste not, want not..." She stuffs them into a pack at her side, packing it until full of dragon remains.

Naruto bounds over, sword in hand and a grin on his face. "What did ya do to that dragon!? I've seen nothing like that before!"

"It's dead, it doesn't matter now." Her voice is flat, as though she's long since grown tired of answering that question. She looks up at me and tilts her head. "Will you be coming down from there, or are you planning on sitting up there like a bird all night?"

I growl quietly, but I put my bow away and make my way back down the side of the tower. She may think that she's not going to answer that question, but she's sorely mistaken. Because I want to know just what she did to that dragon too. I hit the ground and stride towards her, suspicion rising up inside me.

But as I approach her, the moron, and my brother, the silence of the night is broken by a loud grumbling. At first, it sounds like another dragon, before the idiot chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "Sorry bout that. I haven't eaten all day, so..." He laughs nervously, his cheeks developing a pinkish hue.

Kaea snort and rolls her eyes. "Come on, then, you'll be wanting the Bannered Mare. They have all the food you can eat, and all the mead you can drink. And I'm sure that the three of you'll be wanting your fill." She motions towards the gates of the city. "Come, the guards will clan up what's left of the dragon."

As she starts back towards the city, my mind is swirling with questions that need answering. And from what little I can tell about this mysterious girl, she's one of the few who might actually have those answer to give.