DoubleTale (Which is where the main characters come from) belongs to XWolf26

Skyrim and the Elder Scrolls belongs to Bethesda

Chapter 1: Siblings in Bonds

Da-dum

Da-dum

Darkness. That is all I can see. Where am I? All I can remember is-

"I don't give a damn. You killed my granny."

BANG

…Oh… Right…

But then, if all that happened, where the fuck am I? Did something go wrong after that?

Da-dum

Da-

Am I in hell?

I was answered a second later when the darkness in front of me split, revealing a lit room as I tumbled out onto the stone floor. Looking around, all I could see was that I was in a moderate-sized, stone room, with accents in some kind of weird metal. It wasn't quite gold, but not quite bronze, being somewhere in between. I'd apparently tumbled out of some ball of metal.

I looked down at myself to see I wasn't wearing my usual clothes, but rather some ornate robes with accents in that same color, but fabric instead of metal.

Getting up, I looked for an exit, and upon finding none, I started feeling along the wall. A block slid in at my touch, and the wall next to it opened up to reveal a large, but short, hall, covered in stone debris. Going down the hall I reached a door going outside, and hesitated when I reached it.

I was in a strange place, with no idea who was on the other side or what was going on. That did not inspire confidence that he would be fine leaving.

Still, no way to find answers better than this door.

I pushed it open, wincing at the bright light of the outdoors. As my eyes adjusted, I could see more and more of the field in front of me. The place I'd left was nestled in a crack in a mountain, and as I walked out more, I saw that there were some people down the hill.

On the left were an army of people, all dressed in various shades of red and in shining steel. On the other were a seemingly less well-armed force in blue leather. My eyes widened, realizing I'd walked into some kind of… medieval battle? They definitely weren't using guns, and they didn't seem worried they would be used either, and that guy definitely died to that spear through the throat.

As I turned to walk away, starting to get low, I felt something hit the back of my head, causing me to drop.

The last thing I heard as I fell unconscious was a gruff voice.

"We got a spy. Send him to Tullius, he'll decide their fate."

I blinked my eyes open. Looking around, I saw I was in a cart with 3, familiar looking people. 2 were in blue clothes, one of which was armored, and the last was in rags.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake."

Fuck

"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

Fuck Fuck Fuck

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell."

FUCK THIS FUCK NO THIS IS NOT FUCKING HAPPE-

"You there. You and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

I looked at him, eyes wide, and tried to answer, finding the words stuck in my throat.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Ralof responded before I could come up with something.

"Shut up back there!"

What the fuck did I get myself into?

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of WIndhelm."

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric."

Hey, if I'm lucky, seems like I'm the Dragonborn, so Alduin should be popping up to stop my death.

I watched each prisoner walk up to their spot in the line, ready to be beheaded.

"Ralof of Riverwood."

Ralof walked up to the line as his name was called.

Maybe I could actually change a bit.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

He got ready to run, but I placed my hands on his shoulder, still bound, and motioned my head to the archers. His eyes dimmed, as he lowered his head and walked to the line.

"Wait, you there. Step forward."

I walked up at his request.

"Who… are you?"

I quickly searched for a name, and a word popped into the back of my head.

"Kelikiin."

He wrote it down.

"You picked a bad time to return to Skyrim, kinsman. Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list."

The captain looked at him with disdain.

"Forget the list, he goes to the block."

The Imperial in front of me turned with apologetic eyes.

"By your orders, captain." He turned back to me. "I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your homeland. Follow the captain, Kelikiin."

I walked behind the captain and joined the prisoners in the line. Looking down the line, I saw Lokir was very obviously nervous as Tullius started yelling at Ulfric. I gave him a look, and he seemed to calm. He knew that something was going to happen.

A roar echoed around the mountains.

"What was that." The Imperial asked, looking around.

"It's nothing. Carry on." Tullius dismissed, looking back. A priest walked up, looking at the skies and raising her hands.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..."

"Oh, for the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

The Stormcloak approached, seemingly ready to accept his death. He got onto the block, and yelled one last statement.

"My ancestors are smiling on me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

The axe came down as he said this, and his head fell into the basket next to it. I looked at it, realizing that if I was wrong, I was dead.

"Next, the Nord in the robes!"

Another roar. I was going to be fine.

"I said, next prisoner!"

The Imperial soldier looked at me. "To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy."

I walked up, getting down to the block, before looking up. Lokir started muttering nervously behind me, as I prepared to escape.

The axe went up. And then the headsman fell over, as the ground shook, with a dark form landing on top of the tower above the execution.

"What in Oblivion is that?"

"DRAGON!"

Alduin shouted, as meteors started falling.

Tullius looked around, facing his soldiers. "Don't just stand there! Kill that thing! Guards, get the townspeople to safety!"

Ralof bent down towards me, helping me up.

"Hey! Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance!"

I followed Ralof, looking towards Lokir who followed suit. As he caught up in the tower, he looked to me. "How did you know the execution was going to be interrupted – and by a DRAGON of all things?!" He quickly asked, and I looked at him quickly. "I just had a weird feeling." I lied. "My gut hasn't been wrong yet." He gave a sidelong glance before looking forward, accepting it for now. "Well, good thing. If you didn't have that feeling, I might've become a pincushion!"

Meanwhile, Ralof finished his talk with Ulfric, who had also slipped into the same tower, and looked to us.

"Let's go! With me, up the tower!"

Ralof left, heading up the stairs, only to watch Alduin break the wall down and breath fire on an unfortunate Stormcloak. As the dragon flew away, he turned to us.

"See the inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going." Lokir started stammering a response, trying to convince Ralof to join us, when he was interrupted. "GO! We'll follow when we can!"

Me and Lokir jumped through, landing on a barrel and rolling to avoid any unnecessary injury. After getting down, we started sprinting down the road, seeing the Imperial from before helping a child from being cooked. As we ran, Lokir turned to me.

"So, you seem to know this town well, guessing you've been here before?"

I ducked behind the wall of the building we were by as fire rained down into the alley.

"Something like that. Is now really the best time for small talk?"

Lokir smiled. "Only the end of the world." I smiled at him, as we ran towards the keep, seeing Ralof, who was just catching up. He guided us into what was essentially the last building, the keep.

Walking in, Ralof started examining the body of another Stormcloak, Gunjar. He cut our bindings, and told us to split Gunjar's gear between us.

I took his axe, and Lokir put on the Stormcloak armor. Examining the doors, Ralof realized both were locked, before we heard approaching voices of… the Captain.

Guess it's payback o'clock.

We hid by the door, and when it was opened me and Ralof killed the Imperials who walked through. We then took some of their loot, including their swords, which I gave to Lokir. He looked at the blade, and his face hardened. This was the only way out.

We made our way through the catacombs of Helgen, watching out for Imperials. As we reached the bottom of some stairs, a knife flew out from nowhere, held by an Imperial with a hood. I didn't have time to react, throwing up my axe but knowing I was too slow. A sword came out his front, and I looked past him to see Lokir, looking shocked as he pulled out the blade, and the Imperial bled out on the ground. I stared, before smiling.

"Thanks, Lokir. Might not have came out of that without you."

He looked up, and catching sight of my smile he grinned half-heartedly.

"Guess we're even."

We continued on, taking the random mage's gear from the cell, and walked through the door to find… a cave. Shouldn't there be the Imperials with bows?! I continued on, and saw the bear at the end. Ralof gave me a bow, and said we'd either sneak by or kill it. I opted for the former, sneaking around the perimeter until we all got out, and walked into the daylight. Alduin roared overhead, heading vaguely towards a large city, which I was pretty sure was Whiterun.

Lokir walked up. "Guess we're parting ways. I'm going to try to set up something over here in Skyrim. Maybe try joining up with the Riften Thieves' Guild. Head over whenever you want to… I don't know, adventure?" He waved, and started presumably towards Riften, taking out a map to check his course.

Ralof suggested we head to Riverwood, and I left with him. This was gonna be a weird journey, but there was one thing that was sure.

I won't give up.

He stirred. Looking around, he found himself in some kind of crypt. Looking around, he saw there were mummies lining the walls. The most interesting feature, however, was the katana, made of a black material, embedded in the far wall. He got up, and he could feel the energy radiating from it.

Take my boon. The Ebony Blade. Use it to strike down those who served you loyally. Tie up your loose ends, and they will strengthen you.

This was a curious development. He pulled it out of the wall, and could already feel its power course through him.

Yes… now go my champion. Go spin our web.

He walked out of the room, climbing towards a hole, and reaching the outside world. He blinked at the light, and looked out on the pristine waters. Above, he could see a large city built on an overhanging bit of rock. This would serve fine. Obviously he was no longer in his world, but since he had been given this second chance, it was better to start to work immediately, rather than spend time gawking at the pretty sights. He walked to the city, seeing a road sign that seemed to label it "Solitude".

Xander would not waste this second chance.

A/N

So, here we are again. Hopefully this story lasts longer than my others. I have a good amount planned out, and have some great plans for Xander and "Kelikiin", or as DT fans know him Angel.