Madagascar belongs to Dreamworks, Elder Scrolls belongs to Bethesda, i don't own the rights, only my oc's. I first started the crossover for my love of Madagascar and the Elder Scrolls series, and I began writing this series so I can share with you an alternate adventure between two worlds.
Chapter 1: Dreams
The moon and stars shimmer brightly in the bright sky illuminating the tropical jungles and sandy beaches of below the forests teamed with nocturnal life being that of crickets and hissing from the nocturnal life, music echoed through the jungle though barely music though wasn't thrown by humans but by animals, the native life of Madagascar, the lemurs.
Down below on the white coastal beaches of the island, an open hut rested, with the furniture being made entirely out of sand, while the door, bar stools, and roof is made out of palm leaves and bamboo. Hanging from the ceiling is an operational fan, along with pufferfish lamps giving the hut a more coastal cabana feel, with a bit of a penthouse mix. To some many would believe a human made the hut, but to their surprise the builder is more of an equine a zebra, and by looking at the wooden bar placard the zebras name is Marty illuminated by the fire pit in the center of the hut.
Speaking of whom lying on the sand made couch is the said black and white figure, Marty groaned restlessly not from the bite on his butt he got days ago, nor is it from him nearly getting eaten by the fossa, but something far worse and far more darker. The dreams or nightmares he's been having began two days after the fossas defeat, again he groaned desperately trying to stop the dream from happening or force himself awake, alas to no avail it persisted.
-Marty's dream-
A pair of four hooves clopped on the hard mountainous terrain of madagascar, the zebras emerald green eyes looking up at two large mountain walls centralizing into a forty foot tall, by fourteen foot wide, by thirty five foot long crevice. Marty looked back towards the fossa side of the island and further back to the lush green jungles of madagascar, a sigh escaped from the zebra facing the large wall ahead of him.
"Another dream-" he muttered to himself "-but, this one's different?" the zebra couldn't quite place it, but something was off and it wasn't the dream itself, mustering what courage he has he ventured through.
Traversing through the walls crevice is no easy feet especially for the zebra, who in turn tried to navigate in the dark while trying not to trip on the rocks he's walking on, or he thinks there rocks. A small dim light is seen at the end of the tunnel and it brought Marty relief that it only took three minutes to traverse and it gave him enough time to realize the other dreams were more of small glimpses than a full on view. With some more navigating the monochromatic steed is nearly at the end, until his right fore-hoof slipped on something wet making him fall on his barrel, his stallion parts nearly missing a smooth white rock inches behind him, though it would've hurt it wouldn't have caused damage. He carefully began to get back up now recognizing what he landed on is both soft, hard, and wet, but what got his attention is that it smells awful.
"Ugh-" the zebra gagged smelling now a slight metallic smell "-what did I land in?"
Wanting to get a better look Marty quickly began to rush out of the crevice and into the cloud covered light, standing on his hind legs the equine looked down and what he saw horrified him. Blood and bits of rotted flesh covered the barrel of his white and black striped coat, and to the steeds dismay there was no water for him to wash it off, trying to scrape it off however proved little relief and began to mat his coat.
The zebra gagged "ugh, this is disgusting!"
Having no choice but to ignore the smell and the feel, Marty began to take in his surroundings of the rocky canyon he's now in, taking a deep breath the zebra ventured forth.
Rocks, that's all that Marty could see, usually in a canyon there would be some vegetation like a bush, but all he noticed as he walked are rocks. It was then anxiety and fear began to set into the zebra, though now that he thought he was deep in fossa territory and the last thing he wanted was to be ambushed.
Trudging, climbing, sliding, and walking around or over rocks is not easy on Marty and his hooves, the zebra winced every-time he stepped on a pebble or large stone, and to top it off the rotten stench on his barrel started to get worse. Finding a large boulder near him the equine sat on his haunches and rubbed his hooves.
"Ugh this terrain is killing my hooves, i wasn't built for this" the zebra complained to himself while deciding to rest a bit longer, so he could ease the pain from his hooves.
After a short five minute rest the monochromatic steed continued his venture all the while not noticing the skeletal remains of some fossa along with dried blood near them. Silence that's all there is, silence, it unnerved the zebra and began to make him a bit fearful of his surroundings, but something was off and it isn't just the silence. The Cold, that's all he could feel, at first he thought it was due to the weather, but no, chills were sent down his spine, and his blood began to freeze, not the cold feeling when he met the fossa, but something far more darker.
KA-BOOM
The largest sound of thunder sent Marty a foot in the air upon hearing the strongest clap of thunder in his life, louder than the lightning storms in New-York. Glancing up towards the sky curious why there isn't any rain, the zebra got his answer ears flattening and mouth hung open in shock, the clouds and sky began to turn blood red the lightning itself following suit. Seeing the lightning gave the steed cold chills down his spine, he knew he was starting to get close, gulping he continued down the smooth rocky path. Taking a left on a curved junction, Marty ran into a horrific sight of skeletal remains ranging from fossa, lemure, to even human, dried blood covered the ground were the remains lay blotting out all the grey on the rocks. Catching his eyes is a fresh trail of blood roughly an hour old leading away from the rest of the skeletons and patches of dried blood. Following the blood tail led the zebra down a small curved trail into dead end not far from the path he was on, confusing the zebra and not realizing the blood trail and the source ended to the right of him.
"There's nothing he-" he saw it now, the blood trails origin, pinned to the stone is a dead fossa its lower half severed from its torso with fresh blood still dripping to the stone and mixing in with the spinal fluid and stomach acids. Marty backed away, modified upon finding a dead body, but soon caught a glimpse of a long black object sticking out of its chest. Getting a better look the steed realized now the object he's seeing is a black, grey and red curved sword roughly four to five feet in length, the red marks streaking on the blade, with its pommel representing a curved axe blade, the handle connecting to a curved hilt.
Not wanting to stay their long the monochromatic steed backed out of the horrifying dead end, but what was seen was seen and the zebra tried to get the image and smell out of his mind, though it worked a little, but the smell made him remember.
Thunder boomed in the sky followed by red lightning reminding the steed to continue on his dream and through the mounds of bones from the many victims that died in such brutal fashion. Ten minutes past with a hum coming from the zebra, Marty tried desperately to get his mind off the death and sadness around that he started humming the 'i like to move it move it' song to keep his spirits up, it worked, for a while. However the macabre ambiance caught up to him making the equine sweat,wait sweat? The zebra wiped his forehead and sure enough there was moisture on the back of his hoof. He then felt the heat, the temperature was scorching hot, hotter than a sunny day on the island, but he didn't need to traverse far to find it, all he needed to do was allow the trail of bones to the source.
It took him awhile to leave the boneyard, but when he did, he began to hear a faint noise coming from up the steep hill ahead of him, groaning and shaking his head in annoyance the zebra pressed onwards. Twenty five minutes that's long it took to get up the hill and Marty was panting from the pain in his hooves, to the heat and the exhaustion of the climb and abnormal weather, but his fatigue didn't last long when he glanced up at the object in front of him.
There it stood proudly yet intimidatingly in front of Marty the zebra, the equine couldn't fathom at what he's now looking at nor the reality of what he's staring at. In front of him is a large narrow arch roughly twenty four feet tall, thirteen feet across at the base, and eighteen feet across in the center. The top of the structure is flat with a slight overhanging lip on each side, while going down the sides of the structure are a row of five curved spines roughly three feet long going down each side. It was the center though that got the steeds attention, a reddish orange and yellow portal swirled and hummed, along with an unbearable heat the could singe the zebra's coat off if he got any closer. Electricity sparked from the arches to the portals center informing the equine that the portal might be unstable, a bolt struck, to Marty's shock and worry, a large metal spike roughly two stories tall with the tip being covered in fresh blood, making the zebra gulp in fear.
He just kept staring, this strange portal was something out of a fantasy novel or even movie, but it wasn't, it hummed with power, crackled with lightning, and the sky boomed in thunder, making the zebra believe it was real. Though of course he has been living in the zoo for most of his life, but still he looked upon it standing in front of him humming in power, yet one question came to his mind as he stared at the obelisk, 'w-what is this, and where did it come from?'.
His thoughts and questions were soon interrupted when the sound of heavy mixed with metallic foot-falls sounded behind the large obelisk, its humming being drowned out by this new yet oddly familiar sound. 'Are- are there people here?' Marty thought to himself, as his ears swiveled trying to pinpoint exactly how close they are and if they're hostile or not. Unfortunately he got his answer the so called people he thought walked from behind the arch closer than he realized, and has a excellent view of them, one is dark grey with red tribal markings on his face, he has black hair, red eyes, and two small horns on his fore-head, he wore a black robe and has a spiked mace with blood red markings similar to the sword he saw on his side. Next to the zebra's disbelief is not a person but an anthropomorphic crocodile with dark grey to nearly black scales with large spikes jutting out of its back, but what shocked Marty the most was the creatures size, it stood a foot taller at seven feet dwarfing the person next to it at six feet. The zebra started to back up slowly he started to get a feeling in him the same feeling when Alex the lion his best friend, tried to kill not only him, but Gloria and Melman too, he heard the crocolisk growl at him, the zebra's ears folded back, he wanted to run but wanted to know who or what they are.
The zebra shook "who-wh-who ar-are y-y-you?" The zebra stuttered in pure fear asking the only question that came to his mind, alas his answer was less than pleasing and more concerning, his response from the grey human being, " YOU'RE DEATH".
If the zebra wasn't terrified he was now the two creatures started to advance on the equine with the grey humanoid unsheathing his mace. Paralyzed with fear Marty just stood shaking glancing at both of them as they started to get closer and closer, it was at that moment when a voice entered the steeds head.
"RUN, RUN"
The monochromatic equine took off, his hoofs echoing on the rocky terrain, looking back he saw the humanoid give chase and was surprised and horrified that it was catching up to him, while the crocodilian biped lagged behind several meters. In seconds the biped reached the steed, but Marty had none of it and gave a swift kick to the grey biped, a rock thud behind the steed drew his attention to the now motionless corpse of the grey biped, its spiked mace laying next to it. Marty's victory though was short lived when he sent flying back several feet landing hard on the ground, groaning in pain the stallion looked to what hit him and laid eyes of terror on a snarling anthropomorphic crocodile. Slowly getting up in pain Marty watched the crocolisk rushing towards him, he quickly dodged a swipe from its claws, and returned by kicking it in the chest, but instead of hearing pain the steed heard a form of reptilian laughter. Looking back in horror Marty saw why, his hooves didn't leave a dent in its thick hide, a small mark, but no dent, the zebra was flung another several feet from it, and ended up smacking his back into a boulder, he yelped in pain only he didn't get the chance for when he tried to the beast grabbed him by the neck and threw him twenty feet away.
The pain was unbearable, Marty landed on his right side and screamed when a loud snap came from his right foreleg, however he tried to will through the pain after he heard the roar of the crocolisk, carefully he stood up and began to limp/run away from the creature. Marty stopped to catch his breath only to smell through the air the rotted flesh and blood he fell in earlier making him nearly lose his stomach from the stench, he managed to get some good distance from the creature however, but at the same he felt it was right next to him. A roar caught the zebra's attention with terror coating his face and adrenaline shooting throughout his veins, the equine, with three good legs made a mad dash to find an exit, only to find the only way he came in was out, and began to run through the boneyard in an effort to flee from the beast.
A thunderous boom cracked over head followed by a commanding voice that shook the sky, "LEAVE NOW WRETCHED FILTH OF NIGHTMARES, YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!" the masculine voice bellowed at its target, but somehow Marty felt no threat from it.
The zebra's skin began to crawl upon hearing another voice seconds later in a more sinister, and venomous feminine tone, "YOU THINK PETTY WORDS WILL CHASE ME OUT OF HIS MIND AKATOSH, YOU'RE STILL WEAK FROM FIGHTING MEHRUNES DAGON. YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME!".
In all of this confusion and terror Marty took a left instead of the right he came from, and galloped through a wide chasm while hearing this 'Akathosh' bellow again, "VAERMINA THIS IS NOT OUR UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU KNOW THE DANGER THIS COULD CAUSE! HERMAOUS MORA HIMSELF KNOWS, THE CONSEQUENCES ARE CATASTROPHIC!".
Vaermina scoffed at Akatosh's response "I CARE NOT AKATOSH, HE'S MINE! NOW DIE!"
The voices left only to be replaced with thunder above mixed with emanating sounds of battle and angered bellows, distracted by the conflict above caused the poor equine to run into the side of a mountain. A cracking sound followed by a painful ringing brought Marty's senses back, a bellowing roar reminded him of the danger he's currently in, looking around he realized too late he hit a dead end, trapping himself. Turning around in hopes to get out before that creature arrives he began limping out of the large canyon only, to meet the creature staring at him at the end of the rock path he took to get here.
Marty began to back slowly away, but as he did the beast began slowly advance forward as if it was taunting him, knowing full well the zebra was trapped. Grinding its razor sharp claws on the side of the rock walls as if it was sharpening them, the zebra gulped seeing that creature raise its claws in admiration for the coming slaughter of its equine target. Gulping again Marty knew fighting was his only way out, but he knew he wouldn't last long even with his broken leg chances of him getting out alive in one piece is slim, very slim. It soon began, circling each other both Marty and the biped crocolisk started to size each other up while looking for any signs of weakness in their defenses, but Marty saw none in his opponent and worry began to morph on his out and charging the crocolisk took advantage of Marty's defenseless state, raising its right claw it hopes to end its target with one fell strike across the throat. Marty as fast as he could quickly dodged the attack, but not before wincing after getting lightly slashed over his left flank to the top of his haunch.
Staggering after his dodge due to his broken leg, didn't have enough time to dodge the second blow to the side of his barrel, though fortunately the creature only punched him. Groaning from being knocked down, Marty watched his attacked breath deeply only to release it in complete surprise to Marty almost being cooked by a wall of fire after rolling to his right. It was quit clear Marty is outmatched and outclassed in every way, and he had to find a point of attack quickly or make a fast escape, standing he had to make a choice.
Thunder boomed overhead followed by a roaring cry from Vaermina "RA, NO, HOW COULD YOU DEFEAT ME? YOU SHOULD STILL BE WEAKENED!"
"MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE MY FIGHT WITH DAGON, BUT HOW I DEFEATED YOU WAS ALL IN MY FAITH, AND MY MISSION TO PROTECT THEM AND STOP DAEDRA LIKE YOU!" Akatosh explained knowing full well his mission is of the utmost importance.
Vaermina chuckled evilly " YOUR FAITH! YOU FAITH IS DYING, THE EMPIRE YOU HELPED CREATE THROUGH ALESIA IS FALLING APART, SO ASK YOURSELF AKATOSH, IS YOUR FAITH TRUE OR A LIE!".
Marty was completely perplexed from the argument overhead, his thoughts hitting a wall in an attempt to figure out what she said, " who's this Alesia, and what's this empire?" the zebra mumbled to himself. Inquisitive as he was, the zebra's distraction proved quite costly by giving the biped crocolisk enough time to plan its final and decisive attack, and it did, upon giving its roar the beast charged. Marty didn't have enough time to dodge the incoming attack and was batted away by a swing from the beast's large clawed hand, the steed was sent flying further in the large arena like Colosseum. Groaning Marty slowly tried to get up only to wince from his broken foreleg and a stinging pain from his lower barrel, looking down the zebra almost screamed in horror, portions of his intestines were visible with blood slowly oozing out. Looking at the beast's claws blood trickled only to be liked up by the creature itself enjoying the taste of its soon to be kill, Marty in desperation tried his best to crawl away from the monster as it slowly began to walk towards him savoring the moment.
Evil chuckling was heard overhead, Vaermina the source of the laughter began to speak, but what she was about to say would make Marty's blood run cold, "FAITH!? YOU SAY YOU HAVE FAITH AKATOSH! LOOK AT WHO YOU'RE TRYING TO PROTECT, THAT PITIFUL MORTAL EQUINE IS ON THE VERGE OF DEATH, OR DID YOU FORGET, THOSE WHO DIE IN MY NIGHTMARES DIE IN REALITY!".
Marty listened horrified of what he heard Vaermina say, but at the same time he now knows who's responsible for his nightmares, and was a bit disturbed that she controls them. Hope was on the verge of fading from Marty knowing full well the beastly creature was almost on top of him, his life began to flash before his eyes, meeting his friends for the first time, hanging out together having hopes and dreams, all of them soon to be snuffed out. Yet the creature kept taking its time enjoying the sight of the zebras fading hope, it smelled the fear and blood, along with the now forming puddle of urine, fear was at its fullest, now was the time to make the kill.
Raising its claws to strike, Marty closed his waiting for the final blow, tears flowed down his muzzle knowing full well his life is over, and he won't ever meet his friends again. Fate on the other hand proved to be on the steeds side, a bright golden light beamed from above staggering the monster back, Marty opened his eyes as the beam finally ended revealing a green glowing humanoid. The figure stood in front of him separating the steed from the beast in a more defensive manner, taking it as a challenge the creature roared.
Vaermina scoffed, infuriated at this newcomer " HOW DARE YOUR CHAMPION INTERFERE WITH MY PLANS AND YOUR WILL TO AID HIM!"
Akatosh denied this anomaly for he could sense it wasn't his will doing this, but someone else's. " HOW DARE YOU VAERMINA, YOU KNOW MY CHAMPION DEFEATED JYGGALAG, BUT IT HAS PROVEN A BIG ENOUGH DISTRACTION".
Thunder erupted above Marty followed by a near deafening "NOOOOOOOOO", then all was silent the thunder dissipated and Vaermina's twisted voice was now gone. Even though Vaermina was gone the creature standing before him and the green humanoid roared indicating to the two it was still present. Kneeling down the figure placed its right hand on Marty's wound and warming golden light began to emanate from its hand, to the zebras disbelief his wound slowly closed until it was fully healed. Behind them the creature roared contemplating on whether it should attack or not, but at the same time it felt a foreign force push it back keeping it away from the two, but it could feel its power dwindling nearing a point it could strike.
Above Akatosh could feel the power dwindling from her and he knew she didn't have a lot of time left, his mind rushed in nervous thought ' Hurry my love, get him out of their Kyn'.
Marty could see the green figure starting to fade, but at the same time could see its lips moving, above a golden light began to shine the figure disappearing first, leaving Marty with the beast. With a bone chilling roar the creature charged, screaming the zebra watched his killer rush after him, but before it could reach him everything went white followed by feminine voice whispering in his, 'the prophecy has been foretold, and Skyrim shall soon be free'.
-End dream-
What a dream Marty was almost killed if it wasn't for a mysterious figure, but more questions arose than answers, what is this prophecy, and who is this figure. The first chapter of a major series, please i like to hear your reviews on what you think, constructive criticism only, no flames. If you have any questions you can ask and i'll answer as best i could.