Remnants of the last Dragonborn - Chapter 1, I've got a letter for you, it merely states it's from a friend.

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Pages…

Pages were the creation of Dimella the Goddess of the multiversal gateway, during a war before recorded history. These Pages fell into three categories;

Those created out of the Black Book of Chaos.

Those created from the Black Book of Dishonor.

And those created from the Black Book of Warped Minds.

They became the guardians of the multiverse, a job most would collapse from madness viewing the infinite nexus of universes. Originally after the completion of 10 billion years of servitude to the Goddess Dimella they asked for release from their task.

They thought she would deny this request, the only thing any of the Pages ever asked of her.

Surprisingly she agreed, no argument, no resentment, just simply a gentle smile and a final request. The task was simply to go to a universe dubbed 'The twin's regret'. This world that required their attention was called Remnant, a far cry from the many Earths or other planets visited on missions.

Once arriving they searched for the target, a tall, blonde, scraggly kid called Jaune Arc, a student of this world's finest warriors institutes. The kid was incredible to say the least, they observed his past, present and possible futures truly a once in a billion existence. Finally they made their move appearing at the lowest point the kid would face, after fighting a bunch of monsters local to Remnant the kid appeared at some ruins of the Academy- the one in which he attended- testing grounds at that moment they made themselves known.

After performing the Ritual of Multiversal scattering, they returned to Dimella's side informing her of the completion of the task. However unknown to the Goddess the Pages had an ulterior desire for this Blonde knight. They've been to many world's and sent the boy to said worlds, so with their new freedom they set forth, one world in particular which had a multitude of spin-off versions caught their gaze, "Nirn".

After observing countless versions of that one world's Blonde knight they found it so satisfying watching him defy the odds, create balance, bring forth news types of destruction alongside creation it was awe inspiring. A version became a great Vampire lord plunging the world into eternal darkness, one became a Necromancer that fought for the innocent, a baker of the most delicious treats from what most multiversal beings would say is a primitive world and versions that kept to the same storyline but always a key difference in each version.

After a steady enjoyment of observing different multiverses the Pages finally acted, they forcefully collided some world's together for the betterment of the world's people, they brought the falsely accused bastard son of an old house to glorious Skyrim, they brought a vengeful spirit to bring justice to the masses of another world. Eventually Dimella caught wind of the interference they were causing, yet she knew they were simply doing what was right so she did not question them but asked only to be careful and respectful to these worlds.

Now the Pages after not meeting Jaune Arc ever since they sacrificed him for the benefit of the multiverse they set their destination to the great land of Skyrim to begin this tale.

Multiverse code- 17893 version of Nirn.

Location- Nirn, North of Tamriel, Skyrim Lakeview Manor.

4E 214

Awakening to the new dawn, Jaune Arc, former resident of Remnant awoke to a harsh glare from the rising sun coming from a window of his self made home. It truly was the finest accomplishment he made during his time on Skyrim snowy tundras standing up from his large king size oak bed with the finest silk covers and pelts for the cold climate Skyrim provides.

With a large pop of his stiff joints from his rest, Jaune Arc once tall, scraggly and overall lacking in muscle, stood tall at 196cm, with short spiky blonde hair recently cut by a private hired servant to attend to his visage. Aside from his hair and height, Jaune was the pinnacle of health thanks to the constant dangers/wonders of Skyrim and other locations in Tamriel, Jaune's body was that of a mesomorph muscular build clearly showing his impressive training regiment over the years.

Decorating his body was a multitude of scars and tattoos truly telling of his multitude of adventures. Across his broad chest and shoulders were thin scars which came from very lucky shots- in his opinion- from either bandits, draugr or traps sprung by himself. The most important thin scar was the one decorating his left breast directly in the center of the location of his lung.

That one was his first scar from an arrow of any kind, that came from a guard when fighting his first dragon, truthfully it was an accident sure and it healed very quickly after using a simple healing spell, yet he holds that scar in great respect as a reminder of his first step towards meeting the destiny that would be unbelievable if he did not live it.

A large jagged scar was present on the inside of his left forearm, a scar he refused to heal only until he knew it would leave a permanent reminder of that battle, it was one of the few gifts left to him by Ulfric Stormcloak.

Their battle shook Windhelm to its limit building reduced to rubble, to much property damage for a lifetime. It was truly an honourable battle for the ages, when siding with the Imperials Jaune would never have realised he would be tasked with Ulfric's elimination. Before they fought Jaune requested they evacuate before the prem ultimate battle, Ulfric agreed saying whoever comes out of this battle will hold power over Windhelm and the fate of the Stormcloaks, at least what remained at the time.

During the battle's climax Ulfric managed to swing a bound axe underneath his left arm in a sweeping motion managing to leave a deep gash and knock away Jaune's enchanted ebony shield away unfortunately that left Ulfric open as well in that moment, Jaune then slashed diagonally across his chest so deep only a master healer would have been able to save him.

That battle was sung in bards songs all across Tamriel called "The battle of Thu'um". In Jaune's opinion it was a marvelous tune but saddening to him knowing a man of great renown such as him died at his blade.

Jaune had also a few small burn flower patterns on his calves, chest and back from destruction magic with some patterns including some damage caused by conjuration spells of different atronachs.

Aside from the burn marks on his chest were stab and slash wounds not from mere blades but rather from the multitude of magical creatures littered across Tamriel in his later adventures but the most proud scars came from his brethren, the dragons. The greatest of the scars being two very large scars from Alduin The World Eater from right shoulder down to left hip. 'Lucky bastard~' Jaune mused tracing his hands across the old wound as a smile graced his visage remembering the grand stage of their battle in Sovngarde.

The next noticeable scar came from his ancestor, Miraak. On his neck was a slightly ugly acidic scar from the acid like tentacle blade he wielded which now decorated his armoury. A tough battle which was even more gracious and difficult than Ulfric. The sky hallowed in Apocrypha laid bare by the voice of dragonborn. Jaune shivered at the memory remembering his toughest battle facing a more human like opponent in comparison to either dragon or other beast.

On his back was littered with thin white lines of scars from an arrow, thin slashes of daggers from a multitude of assassins, his most annoying circular scar was the one where his left kidney was located, a foolish mistake he will never speak of again. 'Damn you to every hell in existence Sanguine, you and that stupid drinking contest on my birthday resulting in wrestling a fucking sabre cat' He inwardly grumbled remembering the antics of a certain Daedric prince.

The face of the legendary dragonborn only had a singular scar which wasn't of malicious intent over his forehead, a gift from his daughter when he forged her first steel blade, just thinking of his oldest adopted daughter Grace, a white furred Khajiit so adorable in her youth. Truly unfortunate to be sold away at only 5 but now she was a beautiful warrior of 14 training under Jarl Balgruuf, his closest ally in his early years of adventuring.

Onto the elaborate artwork of tattoos that Jaune Arc wore, firstly he had a Skyrim tamriel brand of a dragon on his left arm in black, on his left shoulder was a menacing black skeletal hand with the words of his title inside the Dark Brotherhood 'Listener'. The skeletal hand was a rare brand given only to the true listener of the night mother.

The right side of the Dragonborns neck had the symbol of the Thieves guild a simple tattoo of a Rhombus with a circle at the centre. Another tattoo on the back of his neck was the Nightingales mark of a raven with outstretched wings encompassing a full moon.

The left cath of his left leg bore the symbol of the Dawnguard, originally Isran leader of the vampire hunters despised the fact Jaune wished for the pride of his enrollment in the Dawnguard to be plastered on an area regularly covered. The dragonborn simply chuckled saying he didn't wish it anywhere else at the time, whilst rather not mentioning the fact he was drunk off his ass.

The remaining tattoos situated on his chest area was the college of Winterholds brand located above his right kidney, a simple depiction of the college nothing extravagant for apparently the great magic institute. Then finally was the brand of the Companions, the insignia decorated his right peck of a black wolf with emerald eyes howling at the moon in the background. The companions always brought a smile to his face, plus the perk of being a Werewolf was always fun.

Some may ask why no insignias or tattoo's decorated his back, well due to being the Dragonborn of legend you gain the attention of many mortals and immortals, on his back invisible to the world was the insignias of each Daedric prince the good in which he sided with and those he did not.

Tearing himself away of the memories he walked over to his bathroom mirror looking at his bed head and his incredible blue eyes, looking at himself he changed his eye colour to green with a black slit of the pupil going diagonally, this was a little trick he learned thanks to lycanthropy or werewolf transformation power. Once again he changed his eyes back to the regular blue but before retreating to get dressed he made his pupils into slits perfectly centered; this however was thanks to his dragonborn heritage. Smiling at himself he retreated out of the bathroom after relieving himself.

Walking down the stairs of his home he sat at the main dining table for himself, his family and companions who regularly visited. Grabbing a succulent green apple from a bowl on the table he took a bite, as he took out a map of Skyrim, he noticed a distinct lack of noise coming from his home. Only to remember Serana was busy visiting her mother on one of her monthly *Ahem* mother, daughter bonding sessions. That got a chuckle to escape his lips, just imagining them having a conversation that did involve no arguing was hilarious, yet he still wished for them to reconnect.

Lydia was busy tending to some business in Whiterun whilst checking up on Breezehome and it's stash of emergency funds and equipment in case of an emergency. Aela was out hunting as usual, during his time with the Companions Aela grew a very large attachment to Jaune, but the oblivious fool had no tact so to speak. Farkas was recently here for a visit only but left to return to the Companions. J'zargo was currently out with his daughter Grace traveling to the college teaching her this time on the use of Alteration class spells. Those two had an Uncle niece sort of relationship due to their race and that J'zargo was a brother to him in all but blood… and look, what could Jaune say he was handsome.

Cicero was attending to the Dark brotherhood.

Brynjolf was out on a job for thieves guild.

And…

Walking over to the room of his children, he quietly opened the door to show a set of three Argonian triplets, the tallest was a green and yellow scaled girl called Echo, the smallest was red and black scale boy named Razor, then finally was a blue and black scaled girl called Nix.

Those three were now 12 years of age, with Jaune raising them since they were 4, on a trip back to Skyrim from Solstheim on a business trip of mining a certain rare mineral, he found the three huddling the corpse of their dead mother in the hold, clearly runaways, the bleeding heart of a saint took the little ones in. Jaune loved every moment spent with them and it warmed his heart immensely.

Closing the door softly then proceeded to head outside, taking in the warm air of his homestead he headed for 'the pit' to meet his dear pet. Reaching a large hole at the edge of the property Jaune gave a gentle whistle before he heard scurrying at the bottom of the hole.

"So how is my favourite gal doing today?" He said with a gentle smile crossing his visage, as blue eyes looked into 4 sets of pure black orbs.

"Click, cliiiiick, click!" Came the response of his large beasty.

"Glad to hear it, Arachne." Ah yes at the moment Jaune was currently conversing with a rare breed of a giant Frostbite Spider called Arachne, just like a regular of the species Arachne still had the body structure and features, the only difference was its black body/limbs with the head being of dark blue colour. With a hidden feature only her victims knew was when about to feast she glowed blue in repetition similar to a beating heart.

"It's hard to believe I found you only roughly 4 years ago, look at how beautiful you've gotten" He outstretched his right palm as Arachne nuzzled into his touch, getting a laugh from the dragonborn. "I can still remember all their faces when I brought you home, the kids tried to shoot you with Ice shards if I remember correctly~" That got the spider to raise it's head and give a deadpan stare to the Dovahkiin. "Sorry," He said nervously rubbing his neck.

After giving a last goodbye to Arachne he proceeded back inside whilst the spider went into the woods to hunt for breakfast.

Arachne truly was one of his most exotic pets to own, like Arachne he also adopted a rare breed of a pure jet black saber tooth running around as a kitten for months causing havoc on trade routes, after using a simple calming spell and a lot of cooked horker meat the aggressive beast became domesticated to the lifestyle of being a house pet. She is called Princess due to the amount of bloody pampering she gains from his family and companions.

Alongside the spider and oversized cat, Jaune also has a pack of ice wolves traveling about in the colder locations of Skyrim. The story behind the pack was when he slayed a different pack picking on the runts near Winterhold after taking them in for about 5 years, oh the children weep for days at their departure such a sad sight for the so called 'fearless warrior'.

Inside the manor he strolled back to his seat at the dining table taking up a book called 'Dark Desire' written by Cicero, who knew the crazy bastard was an exceptional author? The book was of a character searching out a purpose in a foreign land littered with blood, eventually the character meets a woman assassin on job, they fight only to lock destinies with one another.

A comfortable silence took him into the world of fiction…

Crrreeeckk!

Jaune calmly & slowly lowered his book, giving a over the shoulder narrowing his gaze at the second floor.

"Laas Yah Nir!" Using aura whisper the Dragonborn scanned for the regular red hue of colour showing the life force of the living or dead, not noticing any signs of an intruder he keeps his sights set behind him for five long seconds, sighing in frustration he turns around only to lay his eyes on the men in which haunt his nightmares.

"Sup Jaune how's life been to you?" Dark Page asked twirling his slim longsword around, his appearance has neither changed or clothing since he last saw him. (For a description check out Arc's Alike) His friendly attitude made the Dragonborn warrior get a sub zero chill run down his spine, in fear of his children who slept soundlessly in the other room.

"Truly it has been far too long dear Jaune, I hope our visit is not of inconvenience to yourself." Said Aqua Page, not as a question but a statement clearly trying to get a reaction out of the Skyrim legend. Whilst Crimson Page stood in the doorway observing the interaction.

Grabbing his fears and tossing them asunder Jaune spoke. "It has been a long time 13 years if I'm not wrong?" He smiled friendly, causing him to laugh too loudly causing his three unwanted guests to do the same.

When Jaune finally stopped his false facade of humour he activated a telekinesis spell bringing 'Dragonbane' a long Akaviri katana, the hilt was wrapped in black leather with a brass guard in the shape of a coiling serpent.

When the blade flew into his right arm out of its sheath on a wall mount decoration, it cackled with lightning along its length. With a weapon in hand he threateningly pointed it towards Dark.

"I have no idea why you three decided to make a house call after 13 years, but out of gratitude for the life I gained due to your unique way of transporting me to a new realm," He got a hardy laugh from Dark at the statement. "You will leave my home immediately or suffer the consequences!" He raised his voice in hostility.

"Okay, I shall be the first to admit that the ritual we performed on you which brought you to Nirn was rather brutal, to say the least" Aqua said trying to find the right wording for himself and his brothers actions. "However we cannot leave, for we have business to take care of with the Legendary Dragonborn, the last of his kind." The way in which he spoke was a threat, after spending countless months with the brotherhood and guild he picked up on hidden threats, as easily as taking coins from a Draugr.

"I don't give a fuck about you or whatever shit you've got for me to do, once more I give you the option to leave with your body parts still clung to you!" Furthur giving into his rage as these three come after 13 years of being on Skyrim to request him to help them.

"Stop beating around the bush Aqua, we have places to be." The first bit of input Crimson has spoken since arriving, warning Aqua if he continues on like this it will become messy.

Letting out a long sigh Aqua continued. "Dragonborn, 13 years ago we performed the 'ritual of multiversal scattering'- in which had no intention of killing you I might add- was under orders of our previous boss, Dimella. If you would please sit we can give you what you've secretly desired all this time… answers. The choice is yours?"

In honesty, by the Nine did Jaune want answers, for who, what, and why was he given this opportunity, who caused this, at his last moments on Remnant he did overhear them speaking of a Dimella before fading into oblivion. Then above all what was the point of him being dragged to Nirn of all places, not that he was complaining.

Grunting in dissatisfaction at how his curiosity was getting the better of him, Jaune sat back in his seat with sword still in his right hand as he used his left to motion Aqua to continue.

"Thank you, now we were once working under the Goddess for 10 billion years of servitude in order to pay for the gift of our creation, we were not born out of nothing just one day we simply existed." That got Jaune's eyes to widen only slightly at the statement of them being over 10 billion years old. "Now our final mission was to retrieve the soul of Jaune Arc and send fragments of his soul across the infinite multiverse, however before you ask yes that was why you felt that shattering feeling as if you were once glass then broken into an uncountable amount of shards." He raised his hand, stopping the Arc before speaking.

"So wait there's other versions of myself running about?" He asked incredulously.

"Indeed but that is information better given at a later date, we are here to inform you of this… Remnant is ending, the big F, finished, over and done with," That did warrant any action from the Dragonborn he knew, even reluctantly that Remnant was doomed from the beginning for his leave the Grimm were too stubborn to die. However the way he trailed off Jaune was sensing a but coming along.

"But, Dimella then took twenty versions of yourself who had naturally passed in their individual worlds and brought them back to Remnant. In hopes of atonement for the order she gave for taking you away." It was nice to know a Goddess somewhat cared but it was clearly not the reason for them to travel between literal worlds to inform him of this.

"So realising that Dimella was committed to this idea we figured why that version of Remnant when any other would have been ideal for the task, but alas we were no longer under her employment so we didn't speak up." Then Aqua's glowing eyes underneath his hood stared directly at the Dovahkiin.

"In light of these developments of hers we began our own journey to merge worlds such as herself, so were here to speak of a deal, the main premise is this, we send you back to Remnant, you 'do your thing' as Dark would put it, cause a massive change to Remnant one it's never seen before and make an actual difference."

"Enough, I know you have the capabilities to do all your proclaiming and junk, yet why would I return to Remnant or a different version of it, I have kids, loyal friends, multiple home's, respect, wealth even the Emperor is envious of, so tell me why I should leave." He countered the Pages offer.

"I can't lie to you, I guess the truth would be preferable," That caught him off guard. Why would he lie about this deal? "Your dying Jaune, Miraak cursed you in his final moments before his defeat, he shouted Vonun Liiv Lein, a powerful shout which can only be used once by a Dragonborn it stands for-"

"Disappear, Wither, World I remember those words during the fight they didn't do anything at the time" Jaune muttered. Dread slowly building.

"Yes the shout takes a few years to fully integrate into a soul, it is a clever trick to use against opponents which seem invulnerable normally it would take a 1 year to kill anything but your Dragonborn a unique existence."

"How…" Jaune started. "How long do I have left until the world swallows me whole?"

"Judging by the calculations and the time frame in which Miraak used the shout almost 10 years ago in Apocrypha we roughly guess you have until the end of the year, so 4 months at best."

"Fuck! How long did you know!?"

"Roughly a month ago." Checking for any lies, he could not find any but he still wasn't fond of trusting demi-god like beings no matter the situation.

"Your here for a reason to do with my condition I take it," Receiving a nod from all three. "So I'm assuming you can save me, let's just skip all the run around and tell me what it costs my undying loyalty, my soul cause if you're looking for those the Princes currently have them I begrudgingly admit."

The room was then filled with laughter from his former attackers.

"The Princes have no sway over us, in actuality they fear us more than death, we've killed beings like them by the millions, well killed isn't the right word slaughtered would be more appropriate." Dark divulged to Jaune about their past exploits.

"The price of you surviving this ordeal, is taking you from the very world itself, if the curse only managed to be two words of the shout we could have simply sent you to the soul cairn or Sovngarde for a period of time, yet your ancestor got to the third word unfortunately."

"In simplest terms my only options are to stay close to Skyrim, Nirn. Was thrown out the window leaving only realm travel between here and Remnant. Why not just tell me this instead of giving me that opportunity to return?" He summarised the conversation.

"This was a choice I thought would be preferable to instead of the ugly truth of yourself having to leave home unwillingly once again." Aqua spoke somberly, true he was the cold calculating being, yet emotions were still a weakness he happily accepted.

"So either return to a world littered with hassles or stay and have my soul swallowed by the world not even giving me a chance at Sovngarde." He spoke to himself laying down the only options present at the time.

"If I return to Remnant what sort of time frame am I looking at for staying?" He asked the Pages. Tabbing the table in irritation for the choice he was going to make.

"Ten years." Crimson answered.

"I'm guessing the duration is based on how long I've had the curse, spectacular." He growled with sarcasm.

"Very astute of you Archmage Arc, so we must hear your answer before we take our leave, do you accept this offer to save your livelihood?" Aqua extended the rope to pull Jaune out of the fire.

"I have 4 kids, numerous organisations I run and friends ready to die for me as I will for them, I can't let that all go. If I accept what are the perks of this, I assume you're not merely going to take me now and leave Tamriel in a panic?" Jaune asked, concerned about what his choice will bring.

Unknown to Jaune, Aqua and Dark wore massive smiles underneath their attire knowing what is going to happen in the future.

"We will give you 3 months to get your affairs in order, then directly we will appear at this very home once more to bring you across to the other side. Details about Remnant will be provided to you on the day of extraction." Aqua spoke in a tone similar to cunning merchants littered across Tamriel.

"I accept this deal of yours Pages but 10 years exactly, not a single second more, understand."

"Why of course Dovahkiiin. We wouldn't have it any other way, a good day to you and the littles ones as well, goodbye." Aqua gave an elaborate bow, before a green portal opened behind him and the Pages as it engulfed them.

"DAMN IT!" Jaune yelled with veracity of a Dragon. Slamming his fists into the table causing spider web like cracks to appear.

"F-father are you okay?" Came the voice of Echo clearly terrified due to his outburst.

"Sorry little one, I just received some stressful news is all," Calming his emotions to look at his daughter he walked over and picked her up. "Anyway how'd you sleep, no nightmares I hope?" He playfully said nuzzling his face against her snout.

Noticing her father was more cheerful now she became happily oblivious to what just transpired. "No, I'm big and tough like you. I don't get nightmares!" She pouted trying to push his face away from hers.

'I'm not losing them, not ever. Ugh I'm really not looking forward to explaining this to them am I.'

To be continued in: Chapter 2- Farewells and surprise visits

Hello dear readers I am introducing new stories to you the loyal fanbase so here goes:

Arc's Alike- Rwby x Multiple world versions of Jaune Arc (Out now)

Remnants of the last Dragonborn- Rwby x Elder scrolls Skyrim (Out now)

A returning sons tale of Westeros- Elder Scrolls Skyrim x Game of thrones (In the making)

Snow storm- Game of thrones x Multiple versions of Jon Snow (Only a simple idea so far)

Necromancy: A champion resurrection- Rwby x Magic Jaune Arc, original idea (Only a simple idea so far)

New Servant class: Wielder- Rwby x Fate series Jaune class card user (In the making)

Rider, why do you have such sad eyes?- Ghost Rider x Game of thrones (An idea only)

So far I am working on these projects. This is a big task so I plan to put in all the elbow grease into each fic so please look out for these stories in the distant months.