Forewarning: This is my first fic, and is based on whatever knowledge I have about the two universes, which is, admittedly, not that much. Any misgivings I hope you can forgive me.

Narration

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Whisper"

"Dovahzul"

"Black sacrament has been performed. Go to Markarth and meet the client in the Silver Blood inn."

What is the greatest music of life? Some might say lute, some might say drums, some might singing, but to her... to her, it was silence. This she learnt in her long career, lurking in the shadows, lashing out when necessary, striking fear into her victims and bystanders, and silencing those she deemed unworthy. 'The Black Queen of Skyrim' they called her. The Empire thought that Skyrim was on their side, but it was on hers. Thalmor thought they could control Skyrim, yet she was the one controlling them. High Queen Elisif thought she ruled the people, yet she was the one who had woven that path for her. Maven Black-Briar thought she was hot shit. She. Was. Not. Nothing gets past the Black Queen's attention, and she has more going on behind the scenes than even High Rock with all their courtly intrigues.

Dagrun Red-Spear, guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, a Nightingale, listener and subsequent leader of the Dark Brotherhood, champion of Mehrunes Dagon, Mephala, Vaermina, Nocturnal, Boethiah and Hermaeus Mora, thane of Skyrim, one of the only two surviving members of the Volkihar clan, and of course... the Last Dragonborn.

"Nazir! Come over here."

"Yes, what is it? Not another contract, I hope? We haven't even finished a fifth of the ones we have already."

"Steady there, old friend. More work is always good. It will get done, sooner or later, either by us or by Akatosh, and until time kills them, we'll have plenty of opportunities to. Now, the contact is in Silver Blood inn in Markarth."

"Very well."

She spoke in a soft, sultry, almost whispering tone, her voice high and feminine. She wore her own, modified version of Shrouded armor, although it was more of a merge of her Nightingale armor, Ancient Shrouded armor and Dragonscale armor. She kept the Nightingale hood, thought she ditched the ridiculous little cape, and used Nightingale armor as base, before reinforcing it with dragonscale plating underneath and using studded red leather strips that the Brotherhood was so well-known for. She kept Shrouded boots and gloves, though she dulled the reds a bit by plastering maroon dragonscales over them.

As the redguard took his leave, she felt it appropriate to make a trip to the Throat of the World, visit the old lizard Paarthurnax, see if those annoyances of servitors, Blades, had gotten to him, and parade through half the country to keep up appearances.

In truth, she also wanted to seek his advice. Lately, more and more... irregularities kept happening around her. Unbound daedra just randomly stumbling upon her, Mephala whispering cryptic, more so than usual, messages to her through the Ebony Blade, according to Durnehviir - something going on in the Soul Cairn, seemingly prophetic dreams - or nightmares, even - induced by Vaermina. It was... unsettling, to say the least.

Exiting the sanctuary, she pondered a bit whether she should summon Arvak or ride on Shadowmere. Smirking, she decided to take her red-eyed, bloodthirsty, immortal steed for a ride. Shadowmere neighed in excitement, his demonic red eyes intensifying in their glow, illuminating his face in the darkness of night - as a vampire, Dagrun preferred to travel in the dark. She climbed onto Shadowmere's back and set off for the Throat.

After a few hours she noticed something strange. She should have crossed a border between The Pale and Whiterun a good few minutes ago, yet here she was, in the middle of tundra, sharp wind whipping all around her, kicking up snow and well on it's way to starting a blizzard. 'Great' she thought, 'first visions, then whispers and now I can't even leave tundra, just amazing.'

Suddenly, she felt something tug on her soul, very violently tug on her soul. It was as if something was trying to rip it out, but in its haste it also tore chunks out of her flesh. It was painful. Never before has she felt so much pain, not when Mercer stabbed her, not when she turned into a vampire, not when she was asphyxiating in Night Mother's coffin. Judging by his behavior, Shadowmere felt the same, and shared her sentiment on just how excruciating it was. She doubled over, falling from Shadowmere's back, now laying in the unnaturally cold snow - even with her nord heritage and her being a vampire she was freezing. All the while the blizzard around them intensified, until nothing could be seen. And then she felt her grip on conciousness slipping, yet retaining it long enough to hear her steed fall to the side either dead or unconscious. And then...

Darkness.

For longer than she cared to count, she was in darkness. And not Nocturnal or Sithis kind of darkness either. It was darkness so deafeningly silent she couldn't hear her own thoughts.

After what felt like eternity, she felt her grip on her body return. Slowly, without opening her eyes, she moved her fingers, her wrist, her arms, her legs, her head. After a brief check to confirm that her limbs were still on their rightful place she slowly opened her eyes. What greeted her was the night sky, obscured by foliage. Looking the night sky over her gaze stopped in the middle of it.

'What the fuck'

Instead of Masser and Secunda, she was greeted by only one moon, and a shattered one at that.

'What in every plane of Oblivion is going on here? Did one of the Daedric snobs finally decide to claim my soul? I mean, it doesn't look like Cold Haven, but then again, like I've seen it.'

As she was lying on the relatively warm ground, contemplating what had happened to her, her heightened vampire senses picked a sound of low growling, not unlike that of wolves. She turned to the source of the sound, looking through the darkness to see a black werewolf, with red glowing eyes like that of Shadowmere, set within bleached, white bone mask over its face like glowing gems. On its paws Dagrun saw elongated, brutal-looking claws, made out of seemingly same material as its mask. Looking past this one, she saw another five, starting to slowly circle her.

'Are those daedra werewolves!? Why are there daedra werewolves!? Not only that, I'M GODS DAMN SURROUNDED AND OUTNUMBERED! Brilliant Dag, now meet your end!'

As she wondered what kind of horrible death these beast would bring her, one of them lunged at her, its claws outstretched, trying to catch her before ripping her to shreds. But, something about these werewolves was off to Dagrun. They felt empty. As in, devoid of soul. She has slain enough creatures, trapped enough souls and visited Soul Cairn enough times in the past to be attuned to such things. Also, they were slow. None of the finesse of a fighter, none of the speed of a werewolf, none of the ferocity of a daedra. It was like... a wolf, but not a werewolf, a regular, if rabid, wolf. She easily sidestepped it, letting it land on the ground where she stood a second prior, before doing the same for another one who jumped her from behind.

'Huh. Guess I jumped to conclusions then. Might as well fight back while I'm at it.'

Dagrun was more used to stealth and subterfuge, sure, but it didn't mean she couldn't hold her own in a direct confrontation. Momentarily she pulled the Ebony Blade out of its sheath, and, using the momentum of the draw, brought it down on one of the creatures that tried to rush her. The blade slashed through its skull easily, splitting bone as it went, blackened brain matter being splattered on the ground as it spilled from the now halved head of the beast, some of it clinging to the blade itself, giving it a frightening, visceral feel. Not wasting a second, Dagrun then spun around, still using that same momentum to twist the blade into an upward slash, vertically bisecting the creature that lunged at her from behind. Dagrun was covered in black, viscous blood, as it rained on her from the two halves of the wolf. By the time the remains of her latest victim hit the ground, the other four beasts started rapidly running circles around her in an attempt to distract and confuse her. But instead of waiting for the creatures to make a move, Dagrun rushed them herself, merely holding out the blade and letting the creature that was unable to stop its movement in time get cut deep enough for its guts to spill out of a gash on its side and slowly bleed out. The others, not frightened by this, moved in on her, one of them jumping at her, only to get its front legs removed as she sidestepped it and let it faceplant into the ground. Another one, following right after, also jumped at her, only this one got impaled in the gut, Dagrun using the weight and momentum behind the creature to drag the blade down, effectively gutting the thing. The last one standing wolf ran at her, not jumping, only for her to sidestep it and unleash an upward slash aimed at its neck, decapitating the beast in one fell strike.

After finishing off the one without its front legs, Dagrun wiped the blood off of the blade before sheathing it, not a single drop of sweat visible on her.

Ozpin hummed in curiosity as he watched the security feed from the Emerald forest. He was alerted in the middle of the night that the cameras caught something, only for it to be a seemingly young woman, who, despite only just waking up, easily dispatched six beowolves on her own within seconds. He was intrigued.

Glynda, on the other hand, wasn't as amused. 'Who is this girl? What is she doing in the middle of a grimm-infested forest at night? Where did she come from? ' All these questions and many more were swirling around in her head, already trying to predict the answer and sorting through all the possibilities.

"Professor, I suggest we send an extraction team to pick her up immediately. She could be surrounded by the grimm at any moment, and we do not know the extent of her abilities. And besides, we would need to question her on why in the world she was in the Emerald Forest at night."

At that Ozpin only smiled.

"I wouldn't be in such a rush if I were you, Glynda. We just saw her take care of six Grimm after just waking up, I wouldn't doubt her ability. And by observing her for the time being, we might learn something about her without having to ask any questions. Have an extraction team at the ready, but don't move out just yet. I say we see where she goes and what she does. If she is overwhelmed, go after her immediately."

"Sir, with all due respect..."

"Glynda."

"...*sigh*. Very well."

Frustration obvious in her tone, Glynda left Ozpin's office to prepare an extraction team. Meanwhile, Ozpin himself kept watching the feed, confident grin plastered across his face.

Still doubtful and unsure as to where she was, Dagrun strode through the forest, encountering more and more of those deadric-looking beings, each if them like a twisted form of an aninal. So far she encountered a wolf, a bear, a mole and a boar. The mole proved to be the most troublesome, as it's rather hard to hit something that's underground.

Even weirder to her then their appearances however, was the fact that they somehow always knew where she was. No matter how hard she tried to move stealthily, they just came right at her as if she were a meat-pie seller during the Burning of King Olaf. She was starting to get worried that stealth was no longer an option.

"The seed of doubt within your heart surely makes you splendid prey."

And the Ebony Blade wasn't. Helping. It was helping her slay the beasts, that's for sure, but other than that Dagrun was growing tired of its blabbering. So much so that she considered swapping it out for Blade of Woe and Mehrunes' Razor. Or perhaps Harkon's sword and a good old draining spell.

Swatting these thoughts aside, Dagrun focused on the main problem: she was Gods know where that certainly isn't Nirn, unable to sneak away from her enemies, constantly being hunted by said enemies en masse, and with more cursed weaponry than she'd liked in this situation. And her only reliable solution to at least one of said issues is to keep going straight until she leaves this accursed forest. And so she did.

'Well, at least they aren't that dangerous. Hell, I'm sure there animals that are more vicious than them. Though, how they keep finding me is really damn unsettling. Is everyone here like that? I sure as hell hope not.'

Ruminating about the creatures she faced in her head, she unknowingly wandered into a part of the Emerald forest that was the so-called territory of an evolved Grimm, though it moved rather often. And so, wandering through the trees, Dagrun was snapped out of her thoughts by a blood-curdling bestial roar that seemed to rattle the earth. She immediately stood at the ready, body lowered into a fighting stance, Ebony Blade drawn. As the ground shook at the creature's approach, she decided to try sneaking one more time. Who knows, maybe it'll be successful this time. Dagrun ran behind a large tree, crouching in the shadows created by the moonlight. She seemingly disappeared, blending into the shadow perfectly. Any human would undoubtedly say that she just up and vanished. But here's the thing. She's not fighting humans. What she's fighting is a massive, black bear, with its face covered by that same damnable bone mask that was covered by red, glowing markings. It was much bigger than any other black being she saw so far. Its body was in some places covered with bone plating, and on its back was a thick layer of bone, with large spikes sticking out of it and pointing upwards.

Dagrun has faced much, much fiercer looking opponents and came out on top, but she still really didn't want to fight this thing, and so she prayed to Nocturnal, Mephala and Sithis to conceal her.

And just as this thought passed through her mind, the bear rushed at her, at speed far exceeding what she had anticipated. It moved faster than even that boar when it turned into a ball! As it approached it swiped its menacing claws at the tree, throwing its weight behind the attack and toppling the tree just as Dagrun rolled to avoid getting hit.

With her stance low, left hand on the ground and Ebony Blade in the right, she pushed off the ground towards her opponents like a cannonball, hoping to impale the bear right through its head. But as she drew close, it raised its left paw to block and had that impaled instead. Blade went straight through its forearm before digging its tip into the bear's left shoulder. The monster roared in pain and agitation before wildly flailing its arms and sending Dagrun slamming into a nearby tree, grip still tightly around the handle of the Ebony Blade. She didn't take much damage - padded armor absorbed most of the impact - but she was still rattled: first time she had gotten hit in this new place! As she landed on her feet, she shook her head only to see the bear running right at her. She rolled, letting the bear smash into a tree head-first. The creature paid it no heed, turning to look a Dagrun with eyes full of hatred and contempt. It stood on its hind legs and let out a blood-curdling roar. Dagrun didn't let the opportunity go to waste, as she closed the distance between the two before ramming the blade into the middle of its chest where the heart would be. She then twisted the blade before pulling it out, letting a steady stream of black, viscous blood to pour out.

But it didn't end the monster, instead only agitating it further. It brought its paw down onto Dagrun, only for her to block with her arm. The maroon scales held out, the claws only digging grooves and leaving minor scratches on them. But Dagrun herself didn't have enough raw strength to resist, her arm buckling before giving out. She skidded across the ground before righting herself and stopping. Once again, the bear charged her, only for her to dodge with a roll before throwing a riposte, shaving the creature of its back spikes, all of them cluttering to the ground. Monster gave seemingly no heed to that, just turning around and starting its mindless charge all over. Dagrun ran toward it, before dropping and sliding along the ground at the last second, slicing at its gut and opening it up. The creature landed and stopped, stunned, giving Dagrun an opportunity to attack. She ran towards it, jumping onto the monster's back before driving the point of the Ebony Blade through the bear's head, finally killing it.

Dagrun sighed in relief, finally felling the toughest foe so far. But that relief was quickly replaced with worry, as she picked up innumerable footsteps and roars behind her, quickly moving in her direction. She turned around to see what looked like a wave of the black creatures, rushing toward her like a tidal wave.

'How the fuck are there so many of them!?'

But there was no time to contemplate, she had to act, lest she get consumed by the horde.

"Oh to hell with it! YOL TOOR SHUUUUUL!"

A torrent of flames burst forward from her mouth as she shouted, holding the last word to turn it from a singular burst into a continual downpour, a technique she picked up from the dragons she fought. As she held it, thick black smoke rose from the mass of the creatures, some of them being instantly incinerated, while others were so badly burnt they couldn't keep moving, while other still were simply set ablaze, flailing and roaring while trying to put themselves out. By the time Dagrun ran out of breath, a tidal wave of monsters was reduced to a few stragglers which she easily cut down with Harkon's sword, not wanting to draw the Ebony Blade.

"Alright, time to keep moving." She muttered to herself. Sheathing her vampiric sword, she kept on moving forward, Ebony Blade echoing in her ears.

"You are being watched. Something is wrong." It whispered. Dagrun paid it no mind, but she had to admit, the feeling of being watched was certainly there. She looked around, not noticing anything. Casting Detect Life spell didn't reveal anything, neither did Detect Dead.

"LAAS YAH NIR" whisper-shouting, Aura Whisper didn't reveal anything beside the charred, fading corpses of the black beings.

However, looking up at the sky, she saw... something. It was similar to dwemer animunculi, but it was... flying. Hovering just above her. As her eyes widened, she immediately threw a firebolt at it, causing it to explode and crash. With newfound urgency, she hurriedly sped through the forest.

He watched in stunned silence. He had expected her to be competent, but like this? Taking down an Ursa Major before incinerating at least 30 grimm with what was most likely her semblance? That's something not even Ozpin could anticipate. And then she went ahead and shot down their surveillance drone with a burst of fire, so now they couldn't even observe her. He was growing more and more concerned.

"Glynda, I believe we have seen enough. Take the extraction team, pick her up and bring her to my office. I would like to talk."

"Are you sure about that, sir? She could be dangerous to bring here."

"If she is, then the two of us combined should be able to subjugate her, no?"

"Very well, I'll be heading out immediately."

"I wish you luck."

Glynda made her way to the bullhead, with a pilot and two guards as a support. As they took off and headed toward the Emerald Forest, they could see a pillar of smoke from where that girl had incinerated more than two dozen grimm at once. 'This is ridiculous. What is such a powerful individual doing in the Emerald Forest without our knowledge? And we know she isn't there on any sort of job, seeing as she just recently woke up. We'll have to thoroughly question her. But first, let's hope she is willing to cooperate.'

Dagrun, meanwhile, was moving through the forest at a steady pace, trying to escape. 'Is this damn thing fucking endless!? It's been at least an hour and I still can't see the end! ' As she quickly walked, she was suddenly blinded by a bright light shining down on her from above. As she looked up, she was confused, unsettled and even somewhat scared. 'What is that damn effigy of a dragon? And how in the world is it flying!? It doesn't even have wings for Akatosh's sake!' Just as suddenly, its side opened up, revealing a woman inside. The woman wore a strange attire, not entire unlike that of High Rock nobility. And in her hand she held... 'Is that a gods damn riding crop!?' The strange woman stepped forward and started speaking.

"Miss, I would like you to come with us. We will take you out of the forest and give you a ride to the Beacon Academy. Please do not be alarmed!"

Strangely enough, Dagrun understood her perfectly, despite this being an entirely different world.

"And what if I don't?"

"Miss, please do not resist! There are more grimm coming, and we are worried for your wellbeing!"

"Beside the point. What if I do resist?"

'She is insistent on making this difficult, isn't she?' "You'll be leaving us with no choice but to use force, so please, come with us peacefully!"

'As if you can catch me!' "Hmmm... Sorry, but I'll have to refuse."

As Dagrun said that, she immediately took a potion of invisibility out of her pouch and downed it, vanishing from Glynda's sight in an instant.

'Wha... How... Where did she go!?' Visibly distressed, Glynda looked at the surroundings below, scanning them for any sign of her presence, but try as she might, she didn't see anything. Suddenly, the bullhead tilted to the right, almost causing her to fall out of the open door, grabbing onto a railing to stabilize herself. "Pilot, what was that!?"

"I don't know ma'am! The bullhead just... tilted, I don't know why!"

Unbeknownst to them, Dagrun was already aboard, cloaked in the shadows and under the effects of invisibility. Bullhead tilting was her jumping aboard from the treetops after climbing up a tree.

After spending at least another five minutes searching, the guards on the ground and Glynda on the bullhead, the extraction crew came up with nothing. 'That is impossible. She can't have just vanished. Unless... no, we've already seen her semblance, it was that fire burst. So how did she disappear?' She held up the empty bottle where the potion used to be. 'She vanished after drinking from this bottle. There's still some liquid in there, we'll have to thoroughly analyze whatever remains there are.' Begrudgingly, she admitted to herself that this was going nowhere. "Pilot, pull out. We're getting nowhere, return to Beacon."

"Roger."

After picking up the two guards, the doors to bullhead closed and they took off toward Beacon. All the while, Dagrun was crouching in the corner, invisible to the naked eye, a shit-eating grin on her face. Oh how she was pleased with herself! Now, she gets a free ride out of this accursed forest, gets to learn more about this world without anyone even knowing she was there, listen in on some secrets and maybe even swipe a few items that pick her interest. Mephala and Nucturnal are surely sharing her excitement. After all, so many secrets to learn, so many items to steal, so many new things to explore!

After about 20 minutes of flying, a feeling not wholly unfamiliar to Dagrun - she rode on dragons a few times -, she overheard the occupants of the vehicle mention 'Grimm' - those beings she encountered.

'Explains a few things actually. I'm just glad those aren't daedra.'

She also heard them speak about 'semblance', 'aura', and reporting to someone named professor Ozpin. She was very curious about all those. But just when she started pondering, they arrived at their destination. As everyone left, she followed, hidden in shadows and further concealed by invisibility. And as she left the vehicle, she saw...

'...What in everloving Oblivion is that?'

Well, here we are! My first fic ever! Now, I know that I am absolutely abysmal at writing dialogue, so I hope you can forgive that. Instead, I try making up for it with (somewhat) rich narrations. But for now, let me clarify some things about the characters and timeline.

Dagrun Red-Spear is a nord, born in High Rock (specifically, The Reach). All her titles I already listed in this chapter. She was turned into a vampire by Serana before entering Soul Cairn and liked the feel of it. She was 19 at the time, but looks young enough to be mistaken for a 17 year old. As for her skills, they are as follows:

Sneak 100

Lockpicking 100

Pickpocket 100

One-handed 100

Light armor 100

Two-handed 90

Illusion 90

Alteration 90

Speech 70

Alchemy 60

Destruction 60

Everything else is of little significance. As for the RWBY timeline, she is somewhere between Adam being put in charge of the Vale branch of the White Fang and Cinder recruiting Emerald and Mercury. So, Emerald and Mercury are on their own for now, and, well, let's see how that turns out. For now though, that's it. Fair warning: I will not be consistent in updates. But rest assured: the fic is not dead unless I say that it is.

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