Author's Note (NEW) November 23, 2014

The story is not discontinued and still on-going in fact I just finished another chapter though the release will get a delay I really am sorry I just need to rethink some few stuff and correct a bit of grammar.

Anyways, up-vote the story if you like it, leave a review if you want, thank you for reading.

Author notes (OLD)

I apologize for having to update this only this time; I wasn't able to upload anything on the past few days, I kind of forgot. The story will emphasize on the Elder Scrolls V Skyrim and not on Fairy tail because I really intended it to be more journey of the Dragonborn and would be a long while before they arrived at Earthland, Fiore probably a chapter or two.

I'll get to that but I kind of run out of words to describe anime expressions especially those moments when a this guy said something stupid and the other characters react with a raindrop thingy on their head I don't know how to describe that.

Chronology of the story

The journey of the following story happened months before the Grand Magic Tournament Arc in fairy tail that arc was really just awesome at least for me though. The following scenarios could be happening at the events on morning, noon or night at Earthland, Fiore.

P.S If my English is bad, I'm sorry I'll try to improve it. English is like my second language. Well, everybody in my country does so there… Thanks for reading.

Preparations Part I

Road to Riften

Several days had passed since that night at the city of Whiterun, the tall mighty walls though a little crumbled had stood still but none dared to go at Whiterun. They were afraid of the curse of the Dragonborn, though the Companions were the exceptions they have to guard the camp of the refugees but it seems the companions are not the only exception. A woman named Lydia, a housecarl of the Dragonborn, had entered the sewer entrance to Whiterun, something boggles her mind and she needs to confirm it. After going through the maze-like sewer she found herself inside the dungeons of Dragons Reach, it was still intact. Here she saw many rotting corpse of prisoners, guards and even skeevers but she did not pay attention to the stench as she pass by, the main exit is blocked by huge pillars and stone. She turn around to find another way, moving those stone may cause the roof to collapse fortunately she found a cell with a hole connected to the sewers. It wasn't long until she felt a slightly cold breeze coming from a ladder, she climbed and it led her to the barracks near the main gate of Whiterun, it was half destroyed but the roof was still intact. She was too tired after going through a lot just to get inside Whiterun, she did not notice that it was already night, until she got out of the building.

All she saw was burnt houses and crumbled stones, not one life, not even a skeever crawled the streets, she walks aimlessly until she reach the Elder Gleam Tree that by some miraculous means it survived the fires and there, it stood still shining majestically. She heard a hammering sound nearby the tree she followed the sound and it led her at the Jorvaskr the home of the Companions, it stood still unharmed by the fires of that tragic night. She saw a man wearing a helmet with horns protruding from both sides turned upside down, studded leather for his body and waist, and a boots made of iron, working on the fires of the Skyforge. She knew who that was the uneasiness that boggles her mind was gone and supplanted with joy and excitement.

"My thane!" The Dragonborn turned his head and saw a woman wearing steel armor running towards him.

"I'm glad that you're still alive my thane but this is no place for you to be staying the Empire and the Thalmor may send a scout soon and ordered an assault" She solemnly said.

"I know, but I am still in need of preparations and this is the safest place for now" He continued forging.

"Preparations?"

"For my new quest"

"My thane, they will send a battalion again and this time with there will be more magical units"

"All the more reason I should be doing this"

"My thane…"

"And you can stop calling me thane I no longer have that honor, since the empire announced that I am a traitor, an irony though, since they were the one who betrayed me. Leave now, Lydia, so you may live in peace."

Her mind was filled with sadness and rage after hearing what he had said. They had been through many battles and adventures. She saw him do outrageous things, be it better or worse. She clenched her fists and then slapped the Dragonborn so hard that he froze on impact.

"SO WHAT? I AM YOUR SWORD AND YOUR SHIELD. I'LL FOLLOW YOU EVERYWHERE, OBLIVION AND BACK!" she angrily shouted, thumping her right arm on her breast plate.

"HEY! Why are you so mean to Papa?" shouted by a little blonde girl with blue eyes glaring at her.

Lydia eyes widened she was so surprised that she did not know to say. "Papa?"

The little girl ran and hid at the back of the Dragonborn "Papa, who is she?"

He smiled and as he look at the child "My housecarl"

"What is a housecarl?" the little girl curiously asks.

Lydia stood there curiously wanted to ask about the little girl but she knew better not to interrupt at the moment.

He patted her head "Lucia, I'll tell you later, okay? And it's passed your bed time"

"But I don't want to"

"Lucia…"

"Yes… Papa"

He sighed and then turns his gazed on Lydia. "Hey, Lydia could you take her inside Jorvaskr where going to head out tomorrow. And yes, that includes you"

"Eh?"

"I'll tell you the details tomorrow and there's a lot of food inside, eat, and take a bath too you stink like a skeever"

Though she wanted to ask about the child, she was so happy that did she forgot to ask and instead proceed to do what the Dragonborn had asked of her. "As you wish my thane"

It was another sunny cold day, on the road of Whiterun it was a fantastic view the place was surrounded by the grassy tundra and giant snowy mountains of Skyrim, a carriage carrying three people wearing hooded robes was traveling the road heading to Riften they were Lucia, Lydia and the hero they called the Dragonborn.

Lucia was looking at the site of the beautiful tundra, mesmerize at the sight of amazing things she saw like the mammoths and the giants that can be seen in a distance roaming the tundra.

"Papa, look that one is carrying a giant stick"

"Oh my, that is one huge stick"

"My thane? Why go to Riften" Lydia kindly interrupts.

"Well, I need some alchemy supplies"

"We could've just go to the College at Winterhold"

"That place is crawling with Imperials at the moment and besides the one at Riften is more fresh and better for yielding better potions"

"Isn't Riften under Imperial rule?"

"No, Maven Black-Briar is the one who holds power at Riften and besides the Jarl there is one of Ulfric supporters, I can use my rights as one of her thanes and my connections at the Thieves Guild plus Riften's corrupt system should prove useful too, come Thalmor or the Empire they will have a hard time tracking us there"

"My thane, forgive me, I sometimes forget that you're a thane throughout the nine holds and your deeds had reach even the citizens of Solstheim. Oh and weren't you going to tell me the details about this quest?"

"For now, all I can say is that this a divine mandate"

"On which divine? A fledgling Daedra? Azura or Meridia?" Lydia nervously asks.

"Two of the nine, Akatosh and Kynareth"

"Shor's bones" her eyes widened and the look of contempt filled her face, realizing that this quest was much bigger than the ordinary tomb raiding and fending a bandit raid or killing a dragon.

"Why are you so surprise? You were there when Meridia showed up suddenly lifting me up on air forcing me to be her Champion to kill some necromantic bastard"

"My thane, you've been a champion of many Divines don't they get offended that you serve many"

The Dragonborn snickered "No, they don't so long you use their prized weapons it was enough for them to spread their influence at least that's what Meridia told me"

"Sounds like you're a harlot of the gods, my Thane"

"What's a harlot?" Lucia curiously interrupted.

He mildly smiled as he patted Lucia's head "Oh, it's nothing you should know right now"

"If you say so Papa"

It was already dusk and the snow began to fall heavily they were on the road close to Ivarstead and Lucia slept like a rock while leaning on the shoulder of her father. Lydia was quietly minding the road, it was too quiet, she wanted to ask something to her thane but couldn't. After a few moments of hesitation, she finally mustered all the courage she could get and ask the question she was curious to ask.

"My thane, since when did you had a child, you've never mention her before and who is the mother?" she smiled like it was casual talk.

The Dragonborn gave her a solemn look. "I became a father on that night, found her lying under the Elder Gleam Tree"

"So you adopted her?"

"Yes and a No?"

"What do you mean?" Lydia said in confusion.

"Remember that child begging at the Elder Gleam Tree, the talkative one"

"Yes I do but what does that have to do anything about her?"

"Well, you see that child and this child is the same"

"What?" Lydia raised a brow in her surprised, she doesn't not know what to do and what to say after hearing that reply. "How?" she continued.

"On that night, this child she was directly hit by that cursed magic she was clinging to her last breath when I arrived and saw her lying on the ground, covered in blood and barely breathing, My healing spell wasn't able to heal her completely, the wound was too deep and severe to heal with my level of magic in restoration, I had no potions nor there was anyone on sight to help me, I prayed to the gods when I thought all hope was gone Akatosh and Kynareth appeared before my very eyes demanding for my service in exchange for keeping the child alive. My blood and the blessing of Akatosh saved the child but it seems my blood was too potent that it changed this child's appearance and soul.

"I don't understand, couldn't they just healed the child with their powers" answered Lydia.

"I don't quite understand their motives either, but this I know, her essence and my essence are now the same, she carries my flesh and blood, pride and joy, she… is my daughter. And yes, she too carries the power of a Dragonborn."

Lydia's face was about to raise brow she couldn't comprehend what he was saying she knows a little about the principles of magic from Farengar the Whiterun court wizard because that wizard couldn't keep his mouth shut about the benefits of magic and that Nords should embrace it. She knew what the Dragonborn had been saying was far from the reality of what magic of this Era can make but then again what does she know about the science of magic. Her mind was telling her not to ask anymore but she continued anyway.

"But what about her memory?" Lydia asked.

"Oh, Kynareth took care of that"

"Oh I see, sorry for asking my thane"

"No need to apologize"

Lydia stopped the horses, it seems that they had arrived at Ivarstead the snow was getting thicker it was dangerous for the child to keep traveling they had to spend the night in a tavern. The Dragonborn carried the child still asleep from the long trip as he head toward the tavern.

"My thane, I'll just put the horses on the stables, I'll join you in the tavern later"

He waved his hand gesturing do go on. The fire was just stoked when he entered the tavern the warmth from the fire was lukewarm perfect for relaxing. He saw Roberto the owner, half- asleep at the counter of the tavern, he poke him a little to wake him up.

"Wuu…" Roberto woke up and startled a bit, a fit and masculine man carrying a child wearing a hooded robe appeared in front of his eyes.

"Yes, what do you need?"

"Room for three and some meals"

"Oh I see that will be 40 septims follow me I'll show you to your room"

The room was close to the stoked fire, it was lukewarm and relaxing. He put Lucia, still sleeping like a log on the soft warm bed.

Roberto stood there and said. "It's yours for a day, supper should be ready soon, and breakfast as soon as you woke up. But my apologies for asking a dumb question but there seems to be only two of you"

"My steward should still be outside tending to the horses"

"I see my apologies" Roberto left the room scratching his head while feeling like a fool for asking a stupid question.

The day was sunny, not a single snow dropped from the sky. It was already noon when they left the tavern but it seems they will soon arrive at Riften by nightfall. Lucia was bored counting the trees and the goats they encountered, it was only interesting when some huge brawny men carrying hammers and claymores, marauders to be exact tried to attack and steal from their carriage. She saw her father, the Dragonborn, defeat the thugs with a single shout that sent them flying a few meters on the snow knocking them to sleep like they were rag dolls. She enjoyed what she had seen, but a little girl as young as Lucia should've not enjoy such violence, perhaps it was because of her Nordic blood that lust for glorious battle or perhaps just the effect of having given the Dragon's blood that drives one to have a must to dominate, whatever it was, the Dragonborn worries for his little girl.