Season 1: Dragonborn | Arc 1: Thrown into Chaos
Hey guys! I just started writing this a few hours after I actually finished the last chapter, so if it comes late, blame my lack of sleep in this Summer.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do not own The Elder Scrolls Five: Skyrim, that belongs to Bethesda and any other company affiliated in the making. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.
A/N: Thanks to Kyranol1, I am now interested with a new game, and depending how much I will like it, I will be adding Easter Eggs and different references from said game. And for ww1990ww for mentioning armor mods. I will think about this as Steam alone (I don't have Nexus) will not have very creative armor mods. Any suggestions will be helpful on this. Oh, and as someone else loved to say (I do not remember who they were, so I'm just disclaiming this...): "These chapters will be updating slower than an over-encumbered Dragonborn." Thanks to you. One more thing, I swear it: Last chapter, I spoke of Ralof and Vilod...I want to point out that at that time, I hadn't known that Vilod was a guy. In this Fanfiction, he is female. Deal with it, I'm too lazy to make the changes that would take too long. Happy reading and writing!
Owna, orfa heta ovela ofa Odga, etla hista Anfictionfa eginba! (translate it with the language, and I will give you a kudo :D)
-= *Defenseless Odds* =-
It was quiet. Almost too quiet. Then, Jaune remembered. He was in this little dreamspace of darkness someplace deep within the recesses of his own mind, someplace he couldn't contemplate well from the lack of memory. Then, a voice. Faint. Female. Heck, that was all he could tell.
Then the hair was all he could make out, white outlining the rest. What wasn't outlined, however, was her face. He would mention beauty had her face actually have anything on it. He was hoping he'd remember sometime. But...that invasion of feeling when he was graced on the back by that black dragon's talon...he couldn't tell...return of the memory, or the invasion of some kind of foreign object trying to reign supreme within him.
He couldn't tell. He would find out. But as he declared this, he lost focus on the girl and he went through memory, but not without strange ethereal words.
"Gold and Gleam, Light with Power..."
Jaune saw white outlines of two females, including their faces, that is. But only their hair showed color.
One with a golden mane of hair stretching back, not even bothering the comb it all that well. But it fit perfectly, whether or not color filled the other spaces.
The other with short orange hair, lightly curling at the end right above the shoulders.
Orange Hair seemed more familiar than Golden Hair, but that might be revealed later on.
The two disappeared and the same voice returned, more silky, perhaps?
"Crimson Red, Small and Tower."
The same one from before that was calling out to him, same without face, but the color in her hair the same. The other, however, was a little different.
The shorter of the two was a brunette, short still. Little highlights of red dotted and streamlined across her hair in short swirls in some areas. They didn't seem to go past shoulder, but unlike Orange Hair, they didn't seem to curl.
The taller than the two, the one he recognized the most as it was, still was devoid of face but the red crimson hair was still there, in a pony tail and flowing way past her hips, something he took in profusely. But, if you asked him that, he would completely deny having done so.
The two disappeared, and the voice came in once more.
"Black and Green, Bright in Book."
Two more outlines, one perhaps too bright and the other too dark.
The first was male, almost his height. He had his own pony tail, and perhaps an unusual magenta streak in the unbound hair.
The second was female, a little shorter than he, but he couldn't tell the hair quite well. Too black and dark for him, if not brunette. She held a book in one hand, and he was just about darker on his face than the red text on it that read Ninjas of Love. Something told him that was a little too much for his tastes.
And for the last time - he hoped - the two disappeared with two more and the voice came by, almost whispering in his ear.
"And Ivory, Allure over Glower."
One outline appeared and he recognized a small bit about her. The entire outline was white, but so was her hair. The off-set pony tail really set him off and then the memories that were repressed came.
"Ugh!" she groaned after his stupid attempt of flirting with her (that I will not iterate; you're free to make one up in your mind). "Why must you always flirt with me so?"
He facepalmed where he stood, sighing deeply at his own attempt.
"Uh...sorry, Wei-" he tried, only to be cut off once more.
"Pyrrha is obsessed with you."
"Huh?" he asked. He stuck the name deep within his mind, searching for what it fit so well with.
"Ugh, look," she said, exasperated and highly annoyed. "Tell me why you flirt with me so much!"
"Well...you seem like the only one who needs it..." Jaune tried.
"Enlighten me," she said sarcastically, but her words were taken seriously, something she actually wanted but was still angry at the fact as his blundering about with her.
"Well, first there's Ruby: she's cute, knows it...and uses it," he started, looking up to help jog his memory. "Then there's Blake: beauty is in her name. And Yang...well...I don't think I need to iterate that..."
She looked off to the side a little embarrassed and not without blush. "Yeah...don't need to say that..." she said awkwardly.
"Yeah..." he said instantly, looking for the last few for thought. "Nora is way too bubbly, and I don't think she needs help. And Pyrrha...she's too good for me both in power and looks..."
She then crossed her arms and leaned into a hip, waiting for his idea about her.
"And then...there's you..." he said slowly. She looked at him with a raised brow and an even heavier glower. "You try to make everything about you perfect. You eat perfect, walk perfect...heck even talk perfect! The point is, I'm just saying that when it comes to looks...you don't need to have any work done..." Throughout his opinion of her, he rose in voice and confidence, only slowing down and lowering his voice as he reached the end and finally trailed off.
Jaune closed his eyes and rose his arms to defend himself from the blow.
She covered her dark pink face in her hands waiting for the tease.
Both opened their eyes slowly until they saw the other trying to protect each other respectively. Crystal blue looked into ocean blue, and then...they knew-
"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelled as she rushed over.
"P-Pyrrha?!" he stuttered out, reeling back a little.
"There you are!" she yelled. "I still want my pay from Ozpin on that job we took. That was too much work, even for me..." she looked down a little before looking back to him. "And Ren thinks the same. He actually had to get up early...and recently I've felt the same about early..." He remembered in his mind that Pyrrha had recently been getting up later after that one, single job they took that stole every ounce of stamina out of them.
He couldn't figure out her name. He only remembered himself - obviously - and that girl in White - Weiss. But this girl in bronze armor with the addition of that circlet...he just couldn't figure it out.
"Right!" he yelled. "I'll get that pay, then!" He turned heel and ran off towards Ozpin's office, in that high tower of his.
"You do like him," Pyrrha said with a smile at Weiss.
"Perhaps..." Weiss smiled. It seemed like she'd never smiled before, and he took every ounce that he could savor of it. "But, I'm still not happy about it."
Pyrrha simply rose a hand, and the beckoned money fell into her hand. She counted it. "Ten, twenty...thirty Lien. Now..." she handed it back, surprising Weiss. "He's mine. Stay away from him."
"Right," she said. "Gladly. I hope it's just a crush that will blow away in the wind sometime...and hopefully it's vice versa..."
"Better be," she looked off in his direction, burning her eyes into his back. "Or I'll never let him hear the end of it."
From that day on, Weiss avoided Jaune - and especially Pyrrha - for the rest of the year.
Jaune awoke from his unconsciousness in a cold sweat. That amount of information had been too much for him. But for the love of his life, he could not remember any of what he acquired from his repressed memory. Maybe I just have to will it later on, he hypothesized. Or it'll just come later...
"Jaune!" was the last thing he heard before he was tackled into his bed by a boisterous girl that landed on him. She hugged him tightly.
"Nora..." he breathed out. "Can't...breathe..."
"Nora?" she pulled back at him, and the silver-eyed girl stared back at him.
He didn't see the hair. "Ruby?"
"Ruby?" she asked again. "It's Kila! The Imperial girl you didn't want to kill back at Helgen!" She grabbed a lock of hair from him and began rubbing her knuckles against his head.
"Gah-!"
"Hehe!" she giggled as he flailed around, trying to regain his dignity from the small sixteen year old.
"I'm sorry!" he yelled as Doragon removed she from he.
Doragon said, "Now that everything has been sorted, how are you feeling?"
"Good," Jaune said quickly. "I just got some memories back when I was unconscious, but I can't remember it back now."
"Hmm..." Doragon mused as he sat down on a cot. He was in some sort of L-shaped house now. He was on the bed at the moment, Ralof was on the right end of the house, a man and woman - he presumed were married - were on the other side preparing food. The second cot on the floor is where Kila probably came from. "Is that why you called Kila those two unusual names?"
"Ruby and Nora?" he asked. He looked up at the straw-like ceiling to jog his memory. "Perhaps she resembles them in ways, but I can't remember exactly. Her jumping into me reminded me of a Nora, and her eyes-" he looked directly at her eyes, "-reminded me of a Ruby. But rubies are red. I don't know what silver had to do with it..."
"Perhaps her eyes were silver," Doragon suggested.
"And maybe Nora is as fun as I!" Kila tried.
"True..." Jaune said, thinking hard with eyes shut.
"What's going on?" Ralof broke his line of thought.
"He said while he was unconscious he remembered a few things, but he can't muster up the memories when conscious," Doragon said.
"And he called me two different random names from two different people!" Kila yelled.
"It was an accident," Doragon fixed for her.
For some reason, this sort of situation was oddly familiar to him. Two childhood friends, one trying to correct the other's useless banter. And a third who was a renowned fighter with good build.
Not that he was looking or anything...
And there was him. He could give good commands, figure things out - when the right thing calls for it - and...well...of course there were a few aspects out of place. Certainly liking someone, but he wasn't about to go that far.
"This situation is also reminded me of people I remember..." he uttered out, but the three stopped talking to hear him.
"What kind of things?" Doragon asked.
"Well..." he pointed at Doragon and Kila. "You two remind me of childhood friends. One would correct the other's stories..."
"Sounds like us!" Kila said.
"You remind me of a pretty good fighter...just that..."
"What?" Ralof asked.
"That was a girl..."
The woman on the other side dropped a spoon and it clattered across the floor.
The room was silent as they all looked to him.
"N-nothings perfect!" Ralof yelled, only having Doragon sputtering out insults that made him laugh louder.
Kila had no idea what was going on, but her giggling caused the man and woman on the left side to start laughing as well.
Jaune chuckled a little. "The good thing is, is that Ralof is really good at fighting."
"And what's the funny part?" he seethed.
"The good fighter you remind me of was a girl. Very good..."
Ralof's eyes went big at that. "By Shor's balls, don't tell me-"
"NO!" Jaune yelled. "If anything,I'm completely straight!"
Doragon, Kila and the man and woman were too busy laughing to know just exactly what was just said.
"Good," Ralof said quickly. "Let's have a sit down so I can actually introduce you to my sister and her husband."
"Ah," Jaune said. "I was worried."
Silence.
The meal was eaten silently, though Kila's antics went as far as eating - and hopefully nothing else.
Jaune sat in the middle of one side of the table, Doragon on his left, Ralof on his right. Kila sat across from them, thinking it was some sort of feign of superiority. Hod sat on one end of the table to the right, and Gerdur, the other.
"Done!" she piped up, causing a sputter of laughter from Jaune as he finished the last of pheasant breast from the table.
"I'm sorry," Jaune said.
"No problem," Hod and Gerdur said at the same time. They smiled to each other. "What's your name lad?" Hod asked finally.
"Jaune Arc," he said as if he'd been saying it for a while. A memory resurfaced, and this did not go over their heads. "Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."
Kila and Gerdur simply giggled at that. "I'm sure they do," Gerdur said. "It does have a nice ring to it. What about...Captain Arc?" she looked at Hod.
Jaune blushed as Hod went, "Ah, now that sounds nice."
"I'm not thinking about joining the war..." Jaune said.
"Why not?" Ralof asked as he bit into his meal, showing no malice. And it was no feign, it was honest. He certainly wasn't about to judge people, he was nice like that.
"I've seen the true faces of both sides," Jaune said. "If I'm saying anything, if my past is saying anything, I simply have no information about either side whatsoever."
"What will you do?" Hod asked.
"I'm not sure..." Jaune said. "I'm a killer at heart, but I have no idea what. Maybe a huntsman'll do, but I'm still not sure."
"Huntsman?" Ralof asked.
"Huh?" Jaune went. "Oh, another memory, perhaps. Hunter, whatever."
"There are the Companions, and you have fighting instinct. Fighting with them usually consists of being a hunter for gold," Hod informed.
"Sellswords, then?" Jaune asked. A nod from Gerdur was the reaction.
"What will get you to join the war?" Doragon asked. All eyes fell on Jaune.
"Maybe if I saw their artifice..." they looked at him warily from the word. "Fake face, whatever you call it. Maybe, just maybe, I'll pick a side."
"We're pro-Stormcloak," Hod said. "You won't be getting anything from us."
"Opinions may help," Jaune said. He immediately regretted it.
"And that's why you should join the Empire," Kila finished. Doragon facepalmed.
"When she was talking about the Ninth Divine having something to do with the Empire, she was talking about Talos. Tiber Septim. He was once man, transcended into godhood," he started, before completely setting up many lines and different sentences on how he fixed every last detail Kila said. He surprisingly listened to every last thing.
"And that's why you should join the Stormcloaks," Ralof finished. Jaune put his face in his hands.
"Opinions are too much..." he whimpered out.
Doragon put a hand on his back, completely agreeing with him.
He, Doragon, Hod and Gerdur watched the two Nords deck it out against the other over which side was right. At every turn, Kila would compliment Ulfric to tell him she still wanted to join but still was pro-Empire in a few ways.
"Talos created the Empire!" Kila yelled. "The one you worship!"
"The Empire has changed since then!" Ralof spat back. "The Thalmor control them! They're using them, you! Can't you see it?!"
"I still want to join Ulfric, I just don't agree with this train of thought of how every last non-Nord is to be kicked out of Skyrim!"
"Enough!" Jaune yelled, standing and slamming the tabletop. He uttered an apology to the owners before steeling his eyes into Ralof, then Kila. "I agree and disagree with the both of you..." he said slowly. "I agree with the fact that the Empire is being used, and I agree that Ulfric is racist. But if we're going to fight each other by words over table, then what good are we to either side? You both agreed with yourselves but failed to see it and continued fighting like some old married couple." Ralof and Kila blushed a little at that, but it went unnoticed by the angry blonde. "We're going to Ulfric, and if he fails to get the right sense of mind, I'm marching to Solitude." He got wisps of information from Kila during her rant on how the Empire should be chosen.
"Got it..." the two muttered.
"Good," Jaune said. "Let's finish here. Now, is there anything you would have me do, Ma'am?" he asked Gerdur.
"You can call me Gerdur," she said. "I'll provide you with items - since any friend of Ralof is a friend of mine - and I would ask that you would do something for us."
"Anything," Jaune said with a smile as Ralof begrudgingly ate his food and Kila didn't smile (which was rare to Doragon, as he had never gotten that effect from her).
"We need you to head to Whiterun and tell the Jarl, Balgruuf the Greater, about the dragons and that we need more guards. We have no walls, so we're at odds here."
"I'll do it," Jaune said. "What about you guys?" he asked the other three.
"I'll go with you!" Kila said, regaining her mood.
"I'll go as well," Doragon said quickly, as he vowed never to leave her (more for her actions than her looks).
"I'll stay here and rest up," Ralof said. "Even the greatest of hunters need their rest," he looked at Jaune with a tint of anger. It reminded him of the girl, as he had regained the memory from the dream he encountered of himself, that Weiss girl, and the crimson haired one. Jaune smiled before walking away and found himself out of the house in the nice little hamlet.
Yeah, he should hurry to Whiterun, wherever it is.
"Where is Whiterun?" asked Jaune.
Doragon sighed. "We've been on the road for five minutes, and now you ask?"
"I thought we were following you," Jaune sweat dropped.
"Yeah," Kila dropped in.
"It's actually just up the road," said Doragon. They walked up a few paces and he stood up in front of him and turned, facing them. "If you'll look there," he pointed behind him. "That's Whiterun."
Across the large grassy plane, there was a short, but strong wall that surrounded a city. Farms of plant and livestock with their utter houses surrounded the city so. The stables, a few camps of refuge around the strong fort of a city. Three layers, like a wedding cake, sat the town. The first layer held the most houses that gleamed the most despite their low money. The middle district held that of slightly large houses, a beautiful - dead - tree somewhere Jaune couldn't see too well, some smoke from what he guessed was from a good forge and other such things. At the top, like the tip of an arrow, the blade of a halberd, or even the end of the edge of a spear sat what was obviously where the Jarl would sit in. Dragonsreach, as the people of Riverwood put it. Dragonsreach was his destination, and oh, how he was glad it wasn't a dungeon he had to fight through, as to him, three layered dungeons were quite cliche.
"Cool," Jaune said simply and walked further down the path, leaving Doragon and Kila confused.
"I just showed you the most beautiful city in all of Skyrim, and all you say is 'cool?'"
"Something tells me..." Jaune said slowly as he whipped around, looking back at them. "I've seen a lot better, even if it's a lot smaller..."
Doragon facepalmed and Kila giggled at their antics before taking lead to the beautiful city of Whiterun.
Something told Jaune that he wasn't the only one contemplating sides in this...Civil War...
-= *End of Chapter 3* =-
A bit shorter, but at least I had written something down.
Next chapter, you get some real fighting (not like that short descriptions in Helgen! No, real!).
A/N: Now, before any of you go crazy: NO, I AM NOT SHIPPING JAUNE AND RALOF! THAT WAS A STUPID THOUGHT, AND IT TOOK ME A REALLY LONG TIME TO REALIZE THAT IN A WAY, DORAGON AND KILA REMINDED ME OF REN AND NORA, RESPECTIVELY. Now that my raving is over, we can continue on.
Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!