Author's Note: Just to clarify things, this little intro will be repeated on every chapter, just as they do for the animated series. If you already know it, feel free to skip over it, I just put it there for effect. Also, I'd just like to say that I don't know exactly where this story is going, but I hope that you guys enjoy it. Now, back to our tale of woe:

This is a tale like no other. Where myths and legends are a reality. In the land known as Skyrim, a great plague has fallen unto the people. On the break of war between two distinct sides, Skyrim grows more conflicted by the minute. But, there is more to this story than meets the eye. A great danger awakens from it's slumber, keen on reaping it's revenge on those that had sealed it away. In desperate times like these, the people of Skyrim look to the heavens for a sign of hope, for a savior to save them all. That savior, is the Dragonborn.

-The Dragon-

"I'm… I'm a what?" Meliodas had only heard the term a few times in his childhood, from stories and fairytales. Still, his memory had failed him in remembering what exactly the Dragonborn was. King looked at Meliodas, a twinkle in his eye,

"Skyrim legend tells of a hero known as Dragonborn…" King began,

"A warrior with the body of a mortal…" Elizabeth continued,

"And the soul of a dragon…" Hawk chimed in,

"Whose destiny it is to destroy the evil dragon Alduin." King finished.

Meliodas stood, dumbfounded. He was the Dragonborn? What did this mean? How did they all know what this meant? Who was Alduin, and why was he destined to defeat him? Meliodas had so many questions, so many unanswered inquiries that he didn't know how to respond. He sat back down, staring into oblivion wondering what it meant to be Dragonborn.

King was about to speak when Elizabeth cut him off. He watched as she swiftly walked over to Meliodas, and sat down next to him. Carefully, she brought her arm around his shoulder, and pulled him into a gentle hug.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Meliodas was silent. He was unsure. Was he alright? Finally he spoke,

"I'm not sure… what does this mean exactly?" Meliodas wondered aloud. King stood forward.

"Perhaps I can shed some light on this subject?" He inquired happily, "The Dragonborn is a mortal being of any race or gender, capable of absorbing dragon souls and wielding the Thu'um at his fingertips. He holds immense power, and can master shouts almost instantly. It is said that only he is capable of defeating Alduin…" Meliodas wasn't following him,

"Alduin?"

"Yes, Alduin the World Eater. One of the most powerful dragons ever to have existed. Long ago, the dragons ruled over men with an iron fist. They saw us as nothing more than insects. Then, mankind decided to fight back, which began The Dragon War…"

"Oh, I know this tale. My father used to read it to me when I was young!" Elizabeth interjected. King bowed, allowing her to continue, "Mankind was no match for the powerful dragons. Man's forces crumbled under the might of the dragons. That was, until, Paarthurnax betrayed them. He taught man how to use the voice, the Thu'um."

Meliodas was catching on. It had taken him a while, but it was all slowly beginning to come back to him. He too had heard the tale as a child. In a book, labeled The Dragonborn, his father used to read it to him late at night, just before bed. It was one of his favorite books.

"I remember now…" Meliodas carefully interrupted Elizabeth. He rose his hand, to speak, "And thanks to Paarthurnax, man defeated Alduin using the Elder Scroll, sending him forward in time. And now he's here." Meliodas finished. Now he knew what he had to do. They all did. It was written in stone; Meliodas would kill Alduin the World Eater. He would kill the dragons, and save Skyrim from it's impending doom.

"Hey…" Meliodas looked up to see Hawk standing by his knees, "You ok Captain?" The pig asked. Quite frankly, he most certainly wasn't ok. Only moments ago, he was a simple sellsword, trying to earn some cash while having a bit of fun on the side. Now… now he was the dragonborn. A powerful being capable of defeating the grand master dragon and saving the world. It was such a burden… such a responsibility to hold. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it. Meliodas looked up; King, Elizabeth, and Hawk looked down worriedly, wondering if he truly was, 'ok'. He couldn't let them down. He would need to be strong. For his friends, and for Skyrim. Breaking out his signature grin, he stood up and smiled.

"Of course. We'd better head out. I think we should tell the Jarl of our discovery here. Maybe he can lead us in the next direction." Picking himself up, and throwing his backpack on his back, Meliodas prepared to head out. The others merely stared at him, "Well? Are you guys coming or what?" He taunted. Elizabeth smiled happily and skipped after him.

King followed suit, a smirk on his face. It amazed him how brave Meliodas had become. From a simple bartender, to the Dragonborn in only a few days. Only a few people could brave up to such a responsibility.

Whiterun ~ Just outside the stables

The journey back to Whiterun was surprisingly quiet and uneventful. It almost felt anticlimactic to Meliodas. After discovering that he was the Dragonborn, he felt as though he would have some sort of revelation, some sort of dramatic understanding of his powers. Yet he felt nothing. He knew what he was, but that didn't make him any more different than when he was a bartender. He was still Meliodas. He was still himself.

"Are you alright Sir Meliodas?" Elizabeth had noticed his unusual silence, and decided to investigate. Meliodas sighed,

"I'm not sure. I mean… I'm the Dragonborn… "

"Yes, you are. This is a great thing Meliodas. This is a great thing indeed." King interjected. The two ignored him. Elizabeth listened as Meliodas continued,

"It's just… I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. It's a bit anticlimactic you know? Was I supposed to have some sort of Revelation back there? Fight some sort of beast to unleash my powers? I don't know." He shrugged, letting out a joking laugh. Elizabeth rubbed her arm, upset that she didn't have the answers to his questions,

"I don't know either Sir Meliodas… but I'm sure we'll find out soon." She gave him her best smile, to which he smiled back.

At least he's taking it well… thought Elizabeth.

The stables of Whiterun lay only a short walk away from the main gate, separated only by a small winding path over a drawbridge. Oftentimes, a carriage rider would sit, waiting for people to hire his services. Guards could be seen in small wooden towers overlooking the small path, and guarding the drawbridge. When the small group meandered through, however, there were scarcely any guards.

"Where is everyone?" Meliodas wondered aloud. His question was answered when a young guard - of which he was only able to tell because he wasn't wearing his helmet - ran toward them from his post at the main gates. Meliodas had half expected the boy to come straight to him, seeing as he was the Dragonborn and all. He was slightly surprised when he was completely ignored, and the guard turned straight to King. He would have to remember that not everyone knew he was the Dragonborn (he had only just found out himself).

"Sir King! Praise Talos, you're back! Jarl Balgruuf is in urgent need of your services! You're needed at Dragonsreach immediately!" The boy panted. Pulling the straps on his backpack, King straightened his posture,

"What's the matter? Is the Jarl alright? What's going on?" King questioned the boy as he pushed open the gates.

"It's a Dragon sir! A real Dragon!"

Dragonsreach

Jarl Balgruuf paced back and forth. It had been days since he had heard of King and his comrades, and the dragon threat had only increased in their absence. Only just a few hours ago, a dragon had destroyed the Western Watchtower, and he was no closer as to understanding how to defeat the beasts. Irileth, his faithful bodyguard and housecarl, stood at his side, awaiting instruction.

Irileth ~ Balgruuf's Housecarl

"What am I supposed to do Irileth? King is not back, and I'll not stand idly by while my people are slaughtered!" Balgruuf rubbed his temple and sat down on his throne. Irileth stepped closer to him, so that she was once again standing at his side,

"My Jarl, we need to strike back. As you said, we cannot just stand by and let our people be killed. We need to assemble a strike force, and attack!" Balgruuf nodded,

"Alright then, you have my blessings. Assemble a group of men and take them to the watchtower." Irileth knelt before him and raised her fist to her heart - a sign of honor.

"I've already mustered my men outside the barracks. We'll move right away." Before Irileth could stand back up, the giant wooden doors at the entrance were pushed open. Balgruuf watched as a young guard pulled along with him none other than his court wizard, King, and his comrades-in-arms.

"King! Shor's bones, I thought you'd never return!" King had never seen the Jarl so excited to see him in all his years of service. Remembering his courtesy, he immediately bowed down in the presence of the Jarl.

"My Jarl, I have returned with great news, Sir Meliodas here-" Jarl Balgruuf ignored the pleasantries and quickly pulled King back up by his shoulders.

"You came just in time. We've received reports of a Dragon near the Western Watchtower. One of our guards returned, saying that the Dragon had almost completely destroyed it." The Jarl began walking with King, pulling him along as they walked towards the end of the hall and his throne. "I'm sorry we haven't the time to discuss this further, but I seriously need you assistance. I'm sending you and your friends here with Irileth and a small group of soldiers to the watchtower. Use whatever you've learned about the Dragons, and help us defeat this beast King. I'm counting on you and Irileth here." Upon finishing his command, the Jarl resided back into his chair, and resumed thinking of the troublesome issues plaguing Whiterun.

"But Jarl Balgruuf, I need to tell you-" Irileth cut him off before he could finish.

"You heard the Jarl, suit up! We need to move fast if we're going to catch that Dragon! Follow me, I'll gather the troops and we'll be off." Grasping the hilt of her sword, Irileth led the way past the wooden doors, and out towards the Whiterun guard barracks.

King looked back at his new friends, his face completely serious, "Alright! You heard her! Let's go!" He commanded, running out after Irileth. Meliodas rolled his eyes, grinning as he slowly walked after King.

"As soon as we step back in here, he acts like he's back in command or something…" He looked towards Elizabeth and drew his sword, "Well, are you ready for another adventure?" Elizabeth nodded without hesitation. As long as he was with her, she would go anywhere. With that said, the two dashed off after King, leaving only Hawk behind.

"Why am I always dragged into these things? Don't people ever want to hear what I have to say?"

"No."

"HEY!"

Whiterun ~ The Main Gate

"Here's the situation men," Irileth stood in front of a small band of whiterun guards. It was a small group, of about fifteen men, each wearing the city's iconic Lion insignia on their yellow clothed mail armor. Most of them held swords, however, a small few held bows slung over their shoulders. Meliodas hoped their arrows would be strong enough to pierce the Dragon's scales…

"A dragon is attacking the Western Watchtower," Irileth continued. The word raised alarm in many of the men, causing murmurs and whispers between them. "You heard me right, a Dragon. I don't care much where it came from or who sent it. What I do know, is that it made the mistake of attacking Whiterun!" One of the guards stood forward,

"But housecarl… how can we fight a dragon? Can it even be killed?" More murmurs emitted from the troops as worry grew amongst them. Irileth shook her head,

"Of course it can be killed. Every creature can. Now, I know none of us have ever seen a dragon before, or expected to face one in battle, but we are honorbound to fight it. This dragon is threatening our homes… our families. Could you call yourselves nords if you ran from this monster? Are you going to let me face this thing alone?!"

"NO!" The men yelled in unison, their morality building as Irileth spoke. King, followed by the others, trotted down to meet the others.

"Ah, King. It's good to know that we'll have a wizard on our side when we fight this beast." Irileth spoke confidently, patting King on the back. While it was a friendly gesture, her strength, added to his exhaustion from running, nearly caused King to topple over. King nodded confidently back to Irileth,

"And we have my comrades as well; they'll be assisting us in the fight." King gestured towards the others. He soon wished he hadn't. Meliodas sat on top of a barrel, looking off into the sky with an ale in one hand. He turned his head upon being mentioned, only to have the barrel fall out from under him and roll into Hawk, knocking him over with a startled squeal. Elizabeth timidly waved towards the others, then dropped her dagger out of nervousness. King watched pitifully as Elizabeth scrambled to pick up her weapon, and as Meliodas and Hawk straightened themselves out. King could feel the embarrassment flush over his face. From his right, he heard Irileth sigh heavily,

"So… you've brought us a drunkard… a wench… and… a pig." The three were quick to protest,

"I am NOT a wench! I own a respectable business!" Elizabeth pouted, crossing her arms angrily.

"And I'm NOT just a pig! I'm the Captain of Scraps Disposal!" Hawk added.

"And I'm NOT a…" Meliodas rose his hand to protest then allowed it to fall back to his side with a grin, "Well, actually, I am a drunkard." He laughed. Irileth groaned and turned back to King.

"Look, I don't have time for this so either send them home or just… keep them out of our way. They're your responsibility." Irileth shook her head in disappointment and pushed past King, throwing open Whiterun's main gates. "Let's move out."

On the road to the Western Watchtower

Meliodas slacked behind the others. He, Elizabeth, and Hawk walked slightly behind them, while King walked next to Irileth. Meliodas felt the annoyed stares coming from the other guardsmen. No doubt, they were wondering why these peculiar people were tagging along in a dragon hunt. He knew he didn't exactly look like the warrior type. Much like King, Meliodas was short for his age, and had a young face. Add onto that his poor clothing, and he looked like nothing more than a common beggar with a sword.

"I don't think they like us." Hawk whispered aloud. Elizabeth nodded,

"I don't think they do either Sir Hawk. Still, we are doing the right thing. Who knows? Maybe killing this dragon will help Sir Meliodas." She looked towards him with a hopeful smile. Meliodas shrugged,

"You're guess is as good as mine. I don't even know how to summon that shout I did back in Bleak Falls Barrow…"

"Maybe someone can teach you?" Elizabeth wondered.

"I can't think of anyone who can."

"Maybe Sir King knows?" Meliodas looked over to King, who was currently in the middle of an intense conversation with Irileth. He rolled his eyes,

"I think we should wait till later."

"Look! There it is!" One of the guards quietly yelled out. In an instant, everyone was crouched down low, and had their weapons drawn.

A nearby rock ledge provided cover from the cobblestone road. Irileth led the party behind the rock, and peered over the ledge. Just down the road, giant plumes of smoke rose into the air. The Watchtower was destroyed. Rocks and pillars of what once constructed walls and towers lay scattered about like building blocks. Piles of wood and bodies burned brightly, leaving black trails of smoke drifting high into the sky. Only one tower truly remained, and it seemed to be in terrible condition. The tower had several holes, and looked as if it were ready to topple any moment now.

"No signs of any dragon right now, but it sure looks like he's been here." Irileth stood up and sheathed her sword.

"Look at the damage… there's barely anything left… this Dragon must be at least twice the size of a house in order to do that kind of damage…" King analyzed. He stood next to Irileth, studying the wreckage. Irileth turned back towards the guards,

"I know it looks bad, but we've got to figure out what happened. And if that Dragon is still skulking around somewhere." Pulling herself up over the rocky ledge, Irileth drew her sword, "Spread out, and look for survivors. We need to know what we're dealing with." The guards did as they were told, quickly fanning out in a perimeter around the watchtower.

Western Watchtower

Meliodas yawned and drew his sword as well. King waited for the others while Irileth led the guards to search the wreckage.

"Sorry about before. Shall we search the remains?" Elizabeth and Hawk followed Meliodas as he and King walked after Irileth. The four adventurers wandered into what used to be the courtyard, surrounded by a tall stone wall. Now, all that was left were small portions of the wall here and there, piles of rubble, and burning wood. A stench quickly found its way into their nostrils, causing them to cover their noses.

"What in the blazes is that smell?" King gagged. Meliodas looked over to a small fire near the rubble. Two bodies lay heaped over one another. Their bodies were ablaze, and had been for some time. All that remained were their scorched skeletons, covered in black ash and tattered clothing. Their shields had done nothing to protect them; all that was left was the metal lining and grasp.

"That's the smell of death, King." Irileth appeared behind them. She had her hands on her hips, and was glaring at the destruction around her, "We'll make this beast pay for what it's done…"

While the boys spoke with Irileth, Elizabeth and Hawk wandered towards the crippled watchtower. Slowly, she approached the damaged building, carefully eying the walls for any signs of collapse.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in here Elizabeth… it doesn't look safe…" Hawk whimpered from her side.

"We'll just be a moment Sir Hawk… don't worry about it. If we see any signs of it collapsing, we'll run right out…" Hawk grumbled and shuffled after her, keeping his eyes on the walls and loose bricks. Inside was in just as bad condition as the outside. Barely anything remained. Wooden shelves and weapon racks were shattered by large stones. Rubble covered most of the stairway.

"See? There's nothing here. C'mon let's go…" Hawk continued to plead. Elizabeth began to turn back when something caught her eye. An unnatural yellow cloth stuck out from the pile of rubble.

"Wait… wait what's that?!" Elizabeth rushed over to the pile of rubble, and began digging in. Hawk hopped over to her, and helped her shift the rocks aside. As they cleared the rubble aside, a man appeared frum under the dust and stone. "It's a guard!" Elizabeth was about to check his pulse when the man suddenly grabbed at her wrist,

"AH!"

"It's alive!" Hawk screeched.

"H-Help… p-p-please…" The man's grasp on Elizabeth's wrist loosened, allowing Elizabeth to break free. She watched as his hand fell to the floor.

"Hawk! Go tell the others! There's a survivor here!"

"Meliodas! King! Scary blue skinned woman! HELP!" Hawk screamed. His voice echoed throughout the tower, causing small tremors to shake it's fragile structure. Dust and a few stones fell from the ceiling. Elizabeth covered her head in fear.

"Hawk! Careful!" Elizabeth whispered, emphasizing the word careful.

"Oh, right… sorry!" Hawk whispered back. Meliodas soon appeared at the door. Irileth and King quickly followed him. Elizabeth held the guards head in her arms, and looked at the others expectantly. Irileth quickly knelt besides her,

"What happened?" She asked quickly.

"Hroki… Tor… it just… grabbed them… pulled them right into the sky… they tried to run but… it was so fast…" The guard coughed violently, blood trickling down his chin.

"We need to try and pull him out-"

"No! We can't…" Elizabeth cut Irileth off before she could try and pull the guard out. Elizabeth nodded inconspicuously towards a large pile of boulders resting unsteadily above the guard's torso. Attempting to move the guard from his position would no doubt result in the rocks coming down on him. Irileth acknowledged her and knelt back down next to the guard.

"What happened soldier? Where is it? The dragon?" Irileth questioned. The guard coughed again, spurting out more blood. He struggled to speak, his breaths becoming shorter and shorter.

"It came from the sky… swept down… waves of fire… so much fire…"

HIN LAAS KOS DU

A voice, like nothing they had ever heard before, rang in their ears. It was powerful, intimidating, and hostile. It was of no language they could understand. None except for King. It was dragon language.

"Your life will be devoured…" The words slipped out of King's mouth as he translated it. As the words came together, he felt his body grow stiff with fear.

"Kynareth save us…! Here he… he comes again!" The guard hacked and coughed violently, coughing up another stream of blood before collapsing into Elizabeth's hands. The tower began shaking; dust and stones hailed from the ceiling, warning it's collapse.

"Go! Go! Go!" Irileth pulled Elizabeth out of the tower, just after the others made their hasty retreat. Behind them, the tower gave it's last stand, slowly collapsing in on itself. Dust flew everywhere while stones toppled down the pile of rubble.

HIN LAAS KOS DU

The voice spoke again. It was taunting them. It wanted them. This dragon wanted to fight, to kill, to devour. Meliodas and the others drew their swords, scanning the sky for any signs of the dragon. Elizabeth coughed heavily and leant on Hawk as the pig led her into cover. Hawk led her under a small alcove covered by what remained of the wall and some stones. It was well hidden away, and Hawk felt comfortable that they would be safe.

Meanwhile, King and Meliodas had their weapons at the ready, surveying the sky for any movement.

"So… you think we can beat this thing?" Meliodas asked, keeping his eyes peeled on the clouds.

"I know we can. With you at our side, you'll be devouring his soul!" Meliodas cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion. King realized he had forgotten Meliodas's inability to translate dragon tongue, and explained himself, "The words we keep hearing… it translates to, 'your life will be devoured'." Meliodas shook his head,

"Wonder what it tastes like. Dragon souls." This time it was King's turn to cock an eyebrow. Meliodas turned towards him knowingly, "I'll bet it tastes awful." he joked. King laughed nervously and elbowed Meliodas kiddingly in the arm.

"I'll bet you're right. They've got to be hundreds of years old."

"You know I once drank a hundred year old ale? Tasted awful." Meliodas laughed. King laughed as well. It felt good to let it all out. If they were going to die, at least they would have had a good laugh beforehand.

"There it is! Find cover!" One of the guards shouted. King and Meliodas looked around until they spotted it.

Mirmulnir ~ Ancient Dragon - destroyer of the Western Watchtower

A huge, black shadow emerged from the light frothy clouds overhead. Its wings were long and sharp, with small holes here and there, where arrows had punctured it surely. The dragon called out to them, it's voice piercing and strong. It's body was covered from head to toe in sharp scales, which poked out at some points, making it's tail in particular extremely lethal. The long, snake-like appendage was covered in small spikes, like a mace. One sweep, and it would kill you instantly, not to mention it would be strong enough to send you through a wall.

"Wait for it to land! Use your bows while it is in the air!" Irileth commanded. She held up her steel shield, preparing for the onslaught to come. Meliodas ran behind a nearby stone pillar for cover. King followed suit, hiding behind the one next to him. Because he had no bow, Meliodas would have to wait till the creature landed to actually fight it.

King, on the other hand, drew up a spell in his hand. Meliodas watched as his hand turned ice cold, a light frost floating around his fingertips. King brought his fingers inward, close to a fist. The frost on his hands solidified, forming a large, pointed ice crystal. Wielding the spell in his hands, King kept his eye on the approaching enemy.

"I hope you're ready for this." He looked at Meliodas hopefully. Meliodas looked back, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Of course I do. I'm the Dragonborn. We've got it in the bag."

Author's Note: This chapter was a lot longer than expected, so it will have to be broken into two parts. Sorry, but I'd rather have two medium sized chapters than one really really long one. Anyway, leave a comment and tell me what you guys think! I hope it doesn't sound cheesy or anything, I'm trying to mix the seriousness of it all with a bit of fun from the characters.Also, I would just like to add that if there are any abnormal words or symbols add in here and there, it is not of my doing. i am uploading this using a computer that doesn't use the software compatible with uploading via file, so I have to do this using copy and paste, and for some reason random letters and words are sometimes added. Just a heads up!