Scattered By Destiny
AN:
FlygonNick: What's up guys? FlygonNick and JC785 here, bringing you another chapter of SBD. We know the story is starting off a bit slow, but trust us, the story will pick up once we establish the connections and all that good stuff. Great stories don't begin as masterpieces, they grow and evolve into one.
AN's (Author Notes if you're new here), will be a regular thing from here on in. Why? Because I said so. That's why! And so you guys can get to know this jackass a bit better.
Shoutout to Google Docs because we pretty much write the chapters together using it. Super helpful stuff.
Oh yeah, and if you're wondering about my inactivity, don't worry. I'll be posting updates soon, with Jak IV happening tonight and Apocalypse: Dawn of the Dead's Epilogue later this week or early next week. Things have been really rough lately, and I want to thank you guys for being so patient with me.
JC785: Now enough of that malarkey, onto the important stuff! XD I want to thank the reviewers so far: CarriedCoin, Justsomeperson7734, and Cain (FlygonNick, don't bitch at me cause I didn't give you a shoutout, you've been helping me write this XD )
FlygonNick: Whatever. I'll review this story as much as you did Apocalypse, Joe.
JC785: Yeah yeah I get ya lol
FlygonNick: Anyway, thanks for supporting Joe and me in this story, and I hope you guys come to enjoy it! But enough faffing about!
FlygonNick and JC785: Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 3: Entering Whiterun
By: JC785 & FlygonNick
Nicholas's feet were about to cut themselves off from the rest of his body in protest as he and the other warriors, who he assumed was probably the Companions, made their way to the massive door that led into Whiterun.
He had played through enough of the game, maybe an hour or two, to know that the Companions were an order of warriors who lived in Whiterun. They fought for pride and honor, and were highly respected. He smiled weakly at the idea of having gained the attention of such renowned warriors.
Part of him was equally exhausted but also curious as to how close to the game this world was. He had so many questions burning in his mind, but he pushed them away. There would be a time for questions later. The group of four approached the massive door and were met by two of the Whiterun guards.
"Hmm...Back when I first started this game, I killed about eight of these guys before getting murdered...I think at this point, I'd probably be able to mildly annoy him before getting stabbed in the throat." Nicholas mused as the woman stepped forward and began speaking to the guards.
"Hmmm. I wonder…" Nicholas muttered, smiling a bit as the guards nodded and yelled out something that sounded like gibberish. A moment later, the doors groaned open, and the woman looked by at Nicholas and made a gesture as if to say "come on", and so after a moment, he did.
The town was quiet, which made sense due to it being very early in the morning. The Whiterun Guards looked at Nicholas strangely, eyeing his strange uniform, and after a moment Nicholas yelled "What are you looking at, asshole!?"
The Guard shook his head and muttered something under his breath, but Nicholas simply said "That's what I thought, bitch."
"I can say whatever I want to them, and they won't understand a word of it." Nicholas said as they began to make their way through the town. The woman leaned down and muttered something in Nicholas's ear, but he shook his head, signalling that he couldn't understand her.
It was a shame, upon reflection, that he couldn't understand the people here. The world was so fascinating and different from what he was used to. While the world of Tamriel slept on, Nicholas was wandering a world that shouldn't have existed. Knowledge about his environment was crucial to survival, especially in this wild world/
As they arrived in the marketplace, the woman pointed towards the tower that stood above the city, Dragonsreach, Nicholas remembered it being called. The woman began speaking to the other two men, with the one if Wolf Armor nodding while the other simply watched on. The woman then turned to Nicholas for a moment, as if trying to figure out what to do with him, before she turned to the others and muttered something to them.
Both men nodded, and began to make their way towards the tower, going up a flight of stairs that made Nicholas's feet scream in agony. When they reached the top, they crossed a small bridge towards the castle doors. Both men went to each door and started pushing them open.
The gigantic wooden doors opened slowly as Nicholas looked in awe as the male warriors pushed it open. The female warrior stood by Nicholas's side and chuckled a bit at his expression. When the doors were open enough for a group to walk through, the female Companion walked through with Nicholas trailing behind and the two male Companions following behind.
The inside of Dragonsreach looked the same as it had in the game, but everything looked more defined. In a way, more Norse than it was in the game. The entry way he was in was decorated with 4 benches, two on each side, with two women, one on each side, in green, red, and blue dresses. The both held brooms and swept their respective areas. Nicholas and
companions walked up the stairs to find a more cultured area of the castle. Two long mead tables went along a large fire pit in the middle of the room. The two tables were decorated with a variety of foods, from bread, ham, turkey, wine, and fruits. The last time Nicholas had food was at the football game, and the football food wasn't all the appetizing. The female and one of the male Companions sat down at the table as the other one walked towards the back of the room and went up the steps of stairs.
Nicholas walked forward slowly and sat down at the table with caution as the other Companions started eating. To say that manners weren't used by them would be an understatement. They tore into the food and ate what was on their plates, not seeming to care if some pieces of food went flying. Nicholas leaned back a bit, honestly a little frightened of their eating method. The female Companion saw this and said something to the other one, and then they started eat slower and a bit more carefully. After that, Nicholas relaxed some and grabbed some of the fruit and turkey off the table and dug in, savoring the freshness of the food and exoticness of it.
Nicholas and the companion spent the next while eating and relaxing some. For Nicholas, he craned his neck around the room, taking in the cultural beauty. Large columns held up the balconies above him, and bookshelves were along the wall. There was a room off to his right that had some tables on it, with some strange looking purple crystals. The room on his left was easily recognizable as a kitchen however, with meat hanging from hooks, and some plants with fruits on them.
After a few more minutes, the sound of a door opening in the distance sounded and Nicholas picked his head up. The Companion in wolf armor came walking back down the stairs with two guards behind him. Behind the guards came a tall man who had long blonde hair in thick braids that went down to his chest. He wore a gold crown that was encrusted with two blue gems, and a big ruby one in the center. He wore clothes that definitely made him look like royalty, along with fur boots. The man had a few wrinkles on his face,but still showed signs of youth.
"This must be the Jarl. What was his name again?" Nicholas thought to himself as the female Companion spoke to the Jarl. At one point, the Jarl said something to one of the guards, and the guard went to the room to the right of the throne. The guard came back with a man in a purple robe and hood. The Jarl started talking to the man in the cloak for a moment.
The man in the cloak then turned to Nicholas, eyeing him critically. He then gestured to the Jarl and muttered something before he held out his hand, which began to glow bright white. He then held out his hand to Nicholas.
"Do you want me to take your hand?" Nicholas asked the wizard, who nodded encouragingly. Nicholas shivered for a moment, aware he was about to subject himself to the wizard's spell, and reached for the man's hand, grabbing it.
Nicholas let out a gasp as a shock ran through him, sending pain and coldness through his body. He closed his eyes tightly, but he then felt a horrible gnawing feeling in his mind...
"Hello? Can you hear me?" A voice, accented by clearly english, spoke in his mind. Nicholas blinked in surprise and said aloud, "Yeah, perfectly."
"Speak in your mind, young man, and I can hear you." The man said with amusement.
"Got it. I'm in Whiterun, right?" Nicholas asked the man in his mind.
"Correct. It seems you know a little about our world. If you don't mind, could you tell me your name?" The man said.
"You can call me Nicholas." The teen said to the wizard.
"My name is Farengar Secret-Fire, the Jarl's Wizard." The wizard replied.
"Nice to meet you. So, you wouldn't happen to be able to tell me what the hell is going on, would you?" The teen asked the wizard.
"Aela, Skjor, and Farkas are trying to figure that out themselves. They came to us because of the mystery surrounding your unusual appearance and arrival in Skyrim. We we're trying to decipher their story, but now that we can establish a line of communication between you and us, we can now ask you how you got here." Farengar said to Nicholas.
"Where do I start?" Nicholas asked.
"From the beginning." The wizard replied, a small smile on his face.
"OK...Um, well first off, I'm not from this world." Nicholas said.
"I assumed that much. Aela reports that a white rift opened in the sky above Volunruud. Then a bright blue light shot towards the ruin while the 3 other differently colored lights shot off in different directions throughout Skyrim." Farengar said to Nicholas.
"I wonder if that was my friends...I don't remember all that happening, though.." Nicholas said quietly.
"What do you remember?" Farengar asked.
Nicholas started slowly, describing his hometown and his world, and telling how he and his friends and classmates were attacked by a massive jet-black dragon during a football game. He went into detail about how the dragon looked, sounded like, and what it did at Farengar's urging. He seemed to become excited when he heard about the creature,
"Dragons...Incredible….It would explain why it sent you here. But how and why? So many questions, so little answers…" Farengar murmured. The wizard then turned to the others and began to relay the information back to the others. Farengar introduced each of the Nords to Nicholas, as well as the Dunmar spellsword Irileth, and the Jarl's Steward, Proventus Avenicci.
The Jarl, Balgruuf the Greater, regarded Nichas with a small smile and said something to Farengar, who nodded.
"Jarl Balgruuf says that what you have told us is troubling. However, he wishes for me to reach within your mind and scan your memories to discern the truth behind your tale, and to see if you mean him and the people of Whiterun any harm." Farengar said to Nicholas, who frowned.
"Do you really have to?" Nicholas asked the wizard.
"If you wish to receive some level of assistance from us, and trust me, we do believe this warrants aid, and that we must be sure of the validity of your tale. But we need to make sure we can trust you, and this is the accurate method of doing this."
"How can I trust you guys?" Nicholas asked the wizard.
"Honestly...You can't. But have some faith, young man. If you were really meant to die or be harmed, you would have already. You were sent here and found for a reason...Its your choice to find out if we will learn that reason." Farengar said quietly.
Nicholas closed his eyes, deep in thought. He had read again and again in books that letting someone into your mind was dangerous. It was a very deep level of intrusion, as the mind was one of the few sanctuaries that couldn't be defiled…
And now this wizard, someone he had just met, was asking him to surrender himself to his probing. But as he opened his mouth to reject his offer, he realized just how perilless his position was. This was the only man in Skyrim who could understand him, save for his friends, wherever they were. He needed shelter, food, and a way to stay safe in this hostile land. At least until he could learn more…
"Alright...Do it." Nicholas said slowly to the wizard, who smiled wryly.
"Close your eyes. This may hurt a little." the wizard said as he began the process.