A/N: this was all written through my phone, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes! (I tried ;_;)

"I am talking."

'I am thinking.'

"I am talking in a different language."

"This is dragon speech. Drem Yol Lok assholes"

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Leanne knew what was to come when the cart passed through the gates. It's stoned walls stood proudly, holding families, friends and people alike. Perfect for an invasion on land. But from a giant, fire-breathing, lizard with bat wings? They didn't stand a chance. Except for people who had plot armour (like children) who wouldn't die, no matter how times their heads had been bashed from a mace or an arrow in their face.

Leanne glanced at the other cart where Ralof, an "important" character of the game (at least at the start of it) but was later flicked aside, left to be forgotten after you enter Riverwood or simply ignored him and went with Hadvor. Both introduce the character of war politics. Ralof and Hadvor were choices in the game of which to go with. The Imperial Legion who ordered you to the block, or the Nord whose cause was freedom of practiced religion and the people's freedom from the Aldmeri Dominion's law. That had divided Skyrim and sparked the civil war.

On the same cart was Ulfric Stormclak, leader of the Stormcloak and a would-be king. Bound in rope and gagged. He controlled the Thu'um that killed the high king, he was raggedly handsome in the Nordic way. Skin rough and calloused from the harsh winters but had it's appeal. Dirty blond and sporting a beard, he was a racist. A great turn off for Leanne, the hormone-induced teenager. Treated the Dark elves like shit pushing them into a ghetto and turned a blind eye to their scrutiny.

And Lokir. Soon to be dead horse thief. She didn't know much about him actually, just where he was from and his crime. Other than that he died from taking an arrow to his back.

Pity filled her insides, churning her stomach with guilt. He was going to die and she could do nothing about it. How can calm a spooked horse racked up with fight or flight mode? She wasn't the most soothing of people.

But there was no other person on the cart that would confirm Leanne's suspicion on who was the Dragonborn. Weren't they supposed to be on the cart? Or was it any of these people who bore no colours indicating their factions in the war?

Anxiety crept up in her mind. Had she effected the storyline? Even something so little, can effect the whole story. Ralof did not have any kindled relationship to the Dragonborn during the ride, leaving them behind at the block without checking up on them?


'Then I'll just fucking take up the mantle, I guess.' But could she really? She Alduin, the World-Eater would result in her death. One word from him, and she was burnt into a crisp.

Leanne glanced at Ka'tarr who had a grim face on. Leanne hoped he survived through this. He was a decent man and she would hate to see her newfound buddy from dying. He comforted her despite their impending doom. And Kain, the tall giant (someone drank their milk) who humored her by broadcasting his magick which in turn led to his arrest. It was her fault he was here in the first place.

Leanne lowered her head in shame. 'No. Feel guilty later you little bitch. Now is not the fucking time for drama.'

She exhaled through her nose harshly. There were a lot of Stormcloaks and the minority being prisoners of other crimes or accused of one.

So it was really like playing a multi-sided dice. One of these (un)lucky bastards was the Dragonborn.

So Leanne decided that she would help them. Not to be part of their whole adventure, hell no. She never wield a sword, much less swung it around. She would herself than her opponent. No, she would give them all of her foreknowledge, point them to the right direction and wished them luck.

But then again she didn't know who had the responsibility of saving Skyrim. Leanne would have to tag along with any of them.

"Hey, Ka'tarr. I got a question for you."The Argonian raised his non-existent eyebrow. That was when she noticed his purple war paint. Starting at the top of his eyes and descending over them, stopping in two pointed marks on his scaled black neck. And the two long horns poking out from his head.

'How did I not notice that? God I'm blind- wait am I wearing my glasses? Or am I just stupid.'

"Yes?" Ka'tarr said.

"If there was a chance- hypothetically speaking- a way out of here... Can we escape together to Riverwood?" Leanne asked. His non-existent rose up even further.

"... Sure?" She had her guide then. Leanne beamed at him, pleased she would have someone with her during all of this mess.

"Mind if I tag along?" The raven haired girl spoke for the first time. Leanne's "sister" in bonds opened her blues eyes that reflected the sky during a cold winter's day.

"Tell us your name first." Leanne said.

The girl paused, deep in thought as she stared in Leanne's eyes, searching. "Yona." She said after a moment of silence.

"Nice to meet'cha Yona. Ready to see a legend coming back to life? It'll get pretty toasty soon!" Leanne chirped.

Thus a budding alliance was formed, and certainly not the last.

"Hush up over there." The Imperial soldier that rode alongside the cart the entire time ordered, giving a particularly nasty glare at Kain. "I wish I could be the one chopping your head off on the block, Kain. However guess that will be the Headsman's job instead."

Leanne glanced over and noticed her bag hanging on the saddle of the Imperial soldier. "Hey! That's my bag! You better not damage any of my stuff in there!"

"Well you don't need to worry about it now. Best case scenario for you is that they just put you in the dungeon for a few days. However considering your traveling companion, Kain, here, I fear you will be placed on the block as well for association with a deserter." The Imperial Battlemage replied, moving towards the fort within Helgen that garrisoned the unit of Legionnaires in. Leanne simply watched him go out of view while the wagons slowly arrived near the chopping block.


Kyanne's POV


"The Dragon Princess" lifted her head when she felt two the powerful Thu'um came to life, blooming amongst the harsh winters of Skyrim like a beacon. One she knew was full of darkness, corruption and vileness but aged with wisdom and absolute power.

While the other... She did not know what to make of it. Still too young, blank like a canvas, but easily adaptable and malleable like an ore. There was... Light to it, but not as significant as was she confirms is Alduin's. So this the dated one of Dragonblood.

"The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Dragonborn." Kyanne uttered. It was time to leave the comforts near the Throat of the World and set out to find the Dragonborn. A legend brought back to life.

Since the Dragonguard has been disbanded... It would seemed to be the akavari needed to be replaced.

Time to show herself as a blade to the Dragonborn.

Kyanne wondered what type of person they would be.

Hopefully a great one.


Maharib's POV


Getting your weapons taken is one thing, but being bound and thrown to the cart by imperial legions and sending him to his death is another thing.

It was all bullshit.

He clucked his tongue. They stopped.

One by one, every prisoner jumped out of the cart. Except for one.

"What if I fall and fucking break my ankle?" A short, heavy set woman with the strangest of clothes and yellow eyes said monotonously as she stared at the ground. Probably

The other girl, skinnier, snorted and merely jumped down with ease. It was obvious the black haired girl was a shorter but was more versatile.

Maharib smirked when the black scaled Argonian patted with both hands (they are still in bondage) Yellow eyes in sympathy standing a whopping 6'7- although not as impressive as the towering nord- who couldn't contain his smile in amusement.

"No offence Ka'tarr, but fuck tall people." She said and jumped landing on her feet for half a second before slipping and falling on her butt.

"And my ass couldn't get any more flat." She grunted, standing. Some people gave her an unimpressed look but a few cracked a smile or chuckled at the ungraceful display.

The strange girl merely ignored them and waited for Ka'tarr who easily came down with no problem and both trailed to where the other prisoners were at.

'Must be sheltered if she couldn't get down from something as simple as a cart. And the clumsiness too.' Maharib thought. He wondered how she wasn't a corpse in a ditch somewhere. She didn't look like the type who worked a day in her life. Others must've thought the same, sending the little brown haired Breton disgusted or pitied looks.

He didn't give a fuck what she did or did not do though. But something about her seemed... Off.

Oh well. It's not like he'll exchange pleasantries anytime soon.

"Maharib, step forth Redguard." That was his queue to put the yellowed eyed (we're those slits?) out of mind.

He had stuff to do that did not involved in his death.

"Quite the pyromaniac, huh 'Fire Whisperer'?"


Leanne's POV


Leanne can probably cut her binds loose with Ka'taar's horns but she knew he wouldn't appreciate that, not even the slightest no matter how kind he was. Plus they weren't sharp like a blade expect for the tip. It would be awkward.

So she would have to run up to Ralof and demand that he cut the rope, because if memory served correctly, he left the Dragonborn still untied even when he, himself was free and DEFEND HIMSELF THAT FUCK.

Then she would grab both Yona and Ka'tarr and run, because hey- potential friends. Leanne was a sucker for basic socialization.

God she was pathetic. Or should she use Gods now? Leanne knew there was an afterlife, heaven for Nords basically. But she couldn't bring herself to believe, really.

"Fuck it." She concluded.

"Fuck what exactly?" A deep voice uttered from above.

"Religion. I just can't bring myself to believe it. Too messy." Leanne stated, narrowing her eyes at the priestess clad in robes.

"What about those who have faith?" Ka'tarr asked curiously.

"They can believe in whatever. It's just not my cup of tea, to be honest."

"And Talos?" The voice up above demanded, quite defensively. So a Stormcloak. Or a worshipper of Talos.

"Believe in who you want to believe in. I'll respect your beliefs. Just respect that I'm not religious and we're all friends." She turned to look at- "Kain!" She gasped, her body doing a full 180 degree angle.

"I see the drug has worn off." Kain grunted.

"Yep! So sorry you had to see me tripping balls like that!" Leanne grinned up at her giant friend.

'Tripping balls?' Yona mouthed to Ka'tarr. He shrugged in return, equally confused.

"You wanna join our group? We can all be best buds!" Leanne said excitedly.

"Is this some sort of suicidal pact?" Kain peered down to Yona, Ka'tarr and Leanne.

"Kind of! But hey, if all goes well, we're not bar-be-que! And if not we all die together!" The ever optimistic Leanne bumped shoulders with Yona and Ka'tarr.

"I'm having second thoughts." Yona said quickly after realizing maybe joining a possibly suicidal girl was a wrong idea.

"Aw, come on Yona! The survival rate with us four is a lot more higher than going solo!" Yona merely sighed and nodded. Yona took a strand of her black hair and began twirling it.

'So a habit huh. Most likely nervous. Can't blame her, I'm scared shitless.' Nausea bubbled in Leanne's stomach. 'For now keep 'em comfortable as you can. Ease them into a false sense of normalcy. It'll help clear their minds up and focus afterwards. And yours.' Reason said when her nerves began to act up. Her fingers itched to hold a pencil and sketch in her art book.

"The Breton with the white coat. Come up!"


Konstantin's POV


Killing spiders, draugers and looting was quite... Relaxing.

Konstantin shouldered his prize as he walked into Helegen, planning to pawn off his loot there.

He was introduced to the sight of an execution.

The executioner lifted his large axe and swung down with all his might to the Stormcloak's heading and popped off smoothly like it was nothing. No strings of flesh attached to the lump. A clean kill.

No one reacted harshly, except for his comrades cursing the imperials and the woman in a white coat who violently flinched and turned her head, face turning pale.

"Next, the Breton with the yellow eyes!" The girl paused, looking disturbed as she stared sat the block in upmost disbelief. Revelation downed on her face as she slowly walked up to the block and kneeled...

Then a beast roared, echoing from the distance.


With Nero Silas


The Imperial Battlemage was barely examining some of the weird items recovered off of the Breton when he heard a loud roar followed by the stonework in the fort shaking. Dust rained from the ceiling lightly from the thud as Nero glanced around in concern. Several Imperial Legionnaires were rushing towards the doors, grabbing their respective blades and shields off the rack or grabbing a quiver full of arrows along with bows. One Legionnaire ran over to where Nero was and informed him of what was going on.

"Auxiliary! There's a dragon attacking the keep right now! An actual dragon!" He shouted as Nero placed the items back into the pack he pulled them from. He stood up from the chair he was in and carefully picked up his fire staff and his belt with his sword in its sheath. He strapped his belt back on and slowly walked towards the door. Multiple Legionnaires rushed past him while he readied his blade and staff. He finally emerged from the interior of the keep to witness the dragon release a torrent of flames in the direction of him and several other Legionnaires behind him. The Legionnaires hesitated and tried to run back but realized they couldn't avoid the incoming death.

With a raise of his left hand, a massive ward appeared in front of Nero and his comrades, preventing the flames from striking the group. The flames let up and the dragon flew around once more in the air, decided where to strike next. Nero let down the ward and turned to the Legionnaires behind him. "I want all civilians evacuated to safety either via fast wagons or by the tunnels. Anyone who tries to interfere with the evacuations is to be put down with the sword. Also any man who tries to run away instead of helping the town first, I will burn you to ashes myself."


Leanne's POV


'Am I... The Dragonborn?' Such a thing shouldn't be possible. Sure she may be from another world, but that doesn't make her Dragonborn. Or was this merely coincidence? The officer may have picked her by chance, gaining her attention from her clothes and just picked her because she was on her mind.

'And I don't have yellow eyes, I have dark brown-' Leanne heard the familiar roar. '-Alduin.' Quickly she got up from her kneeling position, and kicked the executioner's crotch while he wasn't looking. She couldn't take any chances.

"Run!" Leanne screeched towards Ka'tarr, Yona and Kain who looked at the sky with shocked, gaped faces.

"Yol Toor Shul."

"Ralof! The dagger!" Leanne ran up towards Ralof as everyone scrambled for shelter or weapons. She roughly shouldered people who passed by her to make way for Ralof who was already free.

The blond, bearded looked dumbfounded but complied. Most likely from shock, as he handed it to her. Not wasting time, she freed herself.

The heat from the blazing flames was suffocating, her coat to thick. Leanne quickly ran towards Kain's familiar head who disappeared into the tower.

All of a sudden, like a small meteor shower, the ball of inferno crashed in front of her, blocking the entrance as a ball of fire rose up quickly like smoke.

She coughed harshly as she inhaled a little to deeply.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Leanne practically hissed, running into a different direction.

Ka'tarr and Yona were nowhere to be seen so she guessed they were with Kain.

Then, a person with the most violet eyes she's ever seen popped up by her side. The height difference was quite clear, him reaching her nose and quietly thought if he was Breton also.

"You don't look like you're waiting around to be roasted by a dragon, like an absolute idiot thinking they would go down in history." He snorted, unbothered by the screams around him and eying apathetically at anyone who burnt to a crisp. "Best they could do is be bait. It's all they're worth. But you look like your not part of these... Cattle."

A little bit troubled at the boy's detachment for life, she smiled towards him. He wanted to join. She could take that.

"Then if we in this together, I'm Leanne."

"Corvus." He nodded towards her.

"Then I guess it's only me and you friend! Now let's not turn

And both ran towards another keep that wasn't blocked or burned down.

Leanne held out her arm for him to stop.

"What are you-"

Leanne touched the knob briefly. "It's safe to go in." Reassured there was no fire inside, Leanne dropped her hand and ran in.

There, she saw her bag.

"Thank fuck!" She cheered, grateful to see her bag intact. She eagerly snatched it up and slipped her arms through the straps. Leanne tightened them so they wouldn't fall off.

"Leanne?" Someone called out to her. She turned her head and saw Ka'tarr and Yona behind an open door.

"Hey! This is Corvus, he's joining us-" someone barged into the door, swinging open and slamming against the wall. It was a Redguard and an imperial with a bandana covering his mouth.

Both looked like they were through hell and back. Clothes singed and out of breath.

"Oh look! New friends!" Then proceeded to projectile vomit on the ground.

What a Wat to make a first impression.


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