Disclaimer: How could I have owned Danny Phantom when I was just a child when it came on TV? I do not own the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim as well...
This is a bit of a crossover between DP and the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. You don't need to have a full knowledge of the game story line to understand this though. I have stuck to Danny's POV mostly so if you don't know anything about Skyrim, you're just like Danny :)
Summary: Danny was stuck in a video game with dragons after a fight with a new ghost. Hello Danny Phantom, meet Skyrim.
Day 23: Dragons
[Italic for emphasis and Danny's thoughts]
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BAM! Danny found himself lying face-down on the hard, unforgiving ground. There was a sized indentation on the ground which was unsurprising considering that his downward trajectory was in a speed of more than 120 mph. But Danny could not care less about the ground, really. There was a still floating, still gloating ghost above him whose hand was glowing a deep red color.
How did it come to this?
Danny, Sam and Tucker were just on their way to Tucker's house after school to check out Tucker's newly-bought video game. As usual in Amity Park, the town was never left ghost-free for long. Soon enough, Danny's ghost sense went off. Unfortunately, Danny had forgotten to empty out the Fenton Thermos last night. As the consequence, the Thermos was filled with the ghosts they caught last night, as well as the ghosts they caught throughout the school period. The accumulation of ghosts rendered the poor Thermos to its full capacity.
Therefore, Danny volunteered to keep the ghost busy while Sam and Tucker ran down to Fentonworks in order to empty out the Thermos. Usually, he would have hold the ghost down by now while waiting for his friends to arrive. However, Danny was not at his best due to a severe lack of sleep – his nap at the school desk unsurprisingly did not help. The ghost had taken him by surprise.
Thus this predicament came into being.
Danny shook himself awake from the cobwebs that were beginning to form in his head. "Note to self, next time I'm being thrown around, don't plunge into the ground head-first," he muttered to himself. He must have hit his head harder than he thought. A blast of red light was coming toward him. By the skin of his teeth, Danny managed to dodge at the blast by rolling his body to the right.
"Behold! My powers know no boundaries! I shall make you beholden to my might! You and soon the rest of the world!" The ghost let out an evil laugh.
Danny had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Powerful as it might be, it seemed to suffer from the same disease most ghosts he fought had. "Dear god, did Technus just get himself an apprentice? That is an even lamer 'I will take over the world' speech, dude, than the Box Ghost!"
The ghost became enraged, even more so than before. "YOU. DARE. TO. CALL. ME. LAME?! I, DESTRUCTO, THE GHOST OF DESTRUCTION, WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU HADN'T BEEN BORN BOY! I WILL—"
"Yeah yeah!" Danny interrupted, charging up a powerful ectoblast with both hands. "…end my already half-dead life? Hang my pelt above your bed? Oh wait, that's Skulker! You guys really need to be more original!" He shot at the ghost.
Unfortunately, the ghost was incredibly agile. Destructo was able to float backward and returned fire almost immediately in one quick motion. Danny did not expect that. He took the red blast fully to the chest, and closed his eyes waiting for the pain to come.
It didn't.
Instead when Danny opened his eyes he was in a completely different surrounding. What in the world? He was apparently sitting in a cart. I could swear I was standing before. The air was definitely several degrees colder than what he was used to. Not that it affects me or anything, but still…cold. The ghost was nowhere to be seen. What else can I expect? A blond guy in front of him was apparently trying to get his attention.
"Hey, you! Yes you! You with the unruly hair!"
Danny stopped short. "Unruly?" he said incredulously, seeing the state of the blond man's hair. His eyes drifted upward. Black. His hair was black. "Like you should talk. Did you run out of shampoo….uuh, dude in the—Holy freakin' mules! Is that chain mail?" Now that Danny was able to think more clearly, he was able to see that his companions were dressed like they were in a medieval play. It was very authentic, too. It reminded him of the time he was dressed up as a knight in Dora's realm.
"Syam—pooh?" The blonde frowned, a confused expression in his face. "Listen kid, the only thing we ran out here is our darned luck! And battle axes! Curse those darned imperial dogs," he said angrily.
Danny could only gape at him, trying to once again, figure out what sort of predicament he had found himself in. Ever since he became half-ghost, this kind of things was getting more and more frequent.
"You were trying to cross the border, eh kid? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there," the man's eyes flickered toward the smaller man next to him.
"Damn you Stormcloaks!" The thief, apparently, exclaimed. "Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell."
The thief turned to Danny, addressing him, "You there. You and me – more you actually – how old are you anyway, kid? We shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
Wait a minute… Skyrim. Now where did I hear of that before? Skyrim. Skyrim. Hmm. Danny's eyes became very wide. "Tucker's new video game!" he exclaimed suddenly, drawing odd looks from those around him – even from the gagged man who sat next to Danny. "Ow crud ow crud ow crud ow crud…," Danny groaned, feeling the urge to bang his head to a hard surface.
"Kid, are you fine?"
"….uuuuh, why me why me why me?"
Ralof watched the kid worriedly. When he was the first person to wake up after the ambush, he was at first surprised seeing the person next to his leader Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. The person obviously had not reached adulthood yet. Ralof had never seen this kid before, not even during his travelling days among the major cities of Skyrim and Cyrodill. He would have remembered the kid, for his appearance was very strange. Light blue eyes in a different shade than the typical blue eyes of the Nords peeked out from a mop of raven hair styled in a way Ralof had never seen before. His whole appearance was marginally cleaner – with the exception of several bumps and scrapes around his face and neck – than the usual citizen, even when he was wearing a ragged prisoner robe.
"Is he having a breakdown?" The thief nudged Ralof, staring at the kid in astonishment.
Ralof took pity at the kid. "Calm down, boy. We're all brothers and sisters now," he said, glaring at the thief for his earlier statement.
"Shut up back there!" the Imperial soldier piloting their wooden cart shouted.
"Right! Blame me for having a psychological crisis after finding out me living out a video game, you typical Roman soldier," Danny snapped at the soldier. "I do want to play that game, but not like this!" he threw his bound hands up in the air.
Danny looked at his companions in binds only to find they were all staring wordlessly at him.
"I see you're eager to meet your death, prisoner!" he snapped his head back at the soldier at the front, who was now looking very incensed. "I will ensure you be the first beheaded!"
Unfortunately for the soldier, Danny – who was used to receive threats of beheading, body parts dismemberment, and ectoenergy-induced incineration daily – just gave him a flat look.
"…And, what's wrong with him?" the thief suddenly broke the silence between them, nodding to the gagged man on Danny's right.
Danny tuned off the conversation, choosing instead to find out whether he still had his powers or not. He concentrated to find the cold core deep within his beating human heart – it was there! He was confident he could go ghost now if it was triggered. At least that's a relief, he thought happily, usually ghosts aren't that considerate giving me my powers after whisking me off somewhere.
He could just charge a spark of energy in his hands to burn the rope binding it, then he would promptly whack the soldier on the head, escape, and find Destructo in this video game realm.
"…the leader of the rebellion," Danny heard the thief squeaked. "But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us? Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me."
"Look at him," the blonde's rough voice interrupted the frantic rambling. "General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this—"
"—wait, what have they done?" Danny's curiosity hindered him from enacting his impromptu escape plan. "Elves are cool," he said, remembering the book assignment on Lord of the Rings Lancer gave a few months ago. He ended up liking what he read. "Oh wait," Danny said, after taking a really good look at the elves near the man dressed in the most elaborate Roman garb Danny had ever seen. General Tullius I suppose. "I have to agree with you. Those elves are definitely in the 'ew' category."
Yellow skin, slanted eyes, and scowling expressions – yep, they were definitely not Legolas.
The blonde chuckled with mirth. "Now that is what I like to see from Skyrim's youths. We may die today, but if the children of Skyrim have the same spirit as you, kid, our cause will hold true!" His expression turned suspicious, "—but you do not know of what they have done? They? The Thalmor? I hope that's a rhetorical question, kid."
Danny shrugged. "Well…I really don't. No offense," he said sheepishly. "I'm…new here. So why are we criminals again?" I know Tucker mentioned something about the game being a continuation of another game.
"They're the Stormcloaks!" the thief blurted out. "Traitors of the Empire! The High King of Skyrim was just fine allowing Talos-worship in secret, but no! Stormcloak here murdered him!" Danny realized that the person gagged next to him was the aforementioned Stormcloak. "And now war's coming to Skyrim. We have enough of that in the Great War—"
"—the Great War was the reason we fight!" the blonde, a Stormcloak supporter, Danny realized, countered harshly. "The Empire is too much of a coward, licking the boots of those elves! And again, watch your dirty mouth, thief! Jarl Ulfric challenged Toryyg in an honor duel!"
"Honor!" The thief cried out. "By Dibella! You are too blinded—"
"QUIET!" suddenly a stern voice sounded. It was not the soldier from before. No, it was General Tullius himself, who was standing before them, one hand over his sword. Danny realized the cart had stopped and the elves, Roman soldiers, and other prisoners were watching them with interest.
"As interesting as this conversation is, prisoners," the General started wryly, "your time's already up. Carry on, soldier!"
They were ordered to get off the cart and made a line while their names were listed. Danny, realizing that he could escape anytime now, was silently thinking that really, is this the game that Tucker's so hyped up about? There's no action so far! And I'm about to be beheaded. The thief whispered to him on the way down. Danny could smell the distinct smell of alcohol on the thief. "You and I should not be in this, kid. We'll be escaping – on my mark."
The names of the prisoners were read one by one. Danny learned that the blonde who was speaking to him earlier was Ralof of Riverwood. The man with the gag next to him was none other than Ulfric Stormcloak himself, although why he was gagged Danny did not get the reason previously. There were only two left: him and the thief.
"Lokir of Rorikstead?" the man holding a list called.
The thief, Lokir, trembled. He walked forward hesitantly, and then panic seemed to overtake his being.
"Look! Me and the kid over there – we're innocents! I'm just a simple thief, please!" he pleaded pitifully. "The kid doesn't even know anything! You heard us in the cart! We're loyal to your Empire!"
The man with the list seemed to take pity on Lokir. "What should we do, Captain?" he addressed the woman solider next to him, "They're not on the known rebel lists. Lokir of Rorikstead was only added from the 100 septims bounty in Eastmarch."
"Forget the list. They go to the block."
Lokir's face crumpled. "You can't do this! You're not going to kill me!"
Then all hell seemed to break loose. Lokir started to run. Danny felt like he was watching it all in a slow motion.
"Archers!" shouted the woman captain.
Danny acted instinctively. Instinct born during his years as Danny Phantom kicked in. A single thought triggered his transformation. Ragged prisoner robes and bound hands were replaced with a black and white jumpsuit, a "D" symbol on his chest, hands surprisingly unbound and gloved – looking very much out of place in the medieval setting. Raven hair was changed into snow white, and his sky blue eyes became green glowing with supernatural energy.
The arrows were simply no match to the 112 mph speed as Danny launched himself to Lokir's retreating back. The incoming arrows were laughably slow compared to bullets and ecto-energy discharges. Danny wasted no time covering Lokir's body with his, as his other hand formed a shield against the projectiles. Then, everything was silent.
"Talos almighty," someone whispered. There was a weird sound as Ulfric, whose mouth was gagged, looked wide-eyed at General Tullius who had his hands covering his mouth.
Danny lowered his shield down, not meeting anyone's eyes. Lokir started to move under him. "By divines, I'm alive!" Then he looked at Danny, "—what—"
"—WHAT ARE YOU?" Suddenly one of the elves shouted. Uh oh, here they come, thought Danny. "By the authority of the Thalmor, I hereby order this…entity to be exterminated!" she said as her hands started to produce sparks of electricity. Danny could not help but be reminded of Vlad. "Attack!"
"WHOA WHOA!" Danny shouted, raising his hands in a placating gesture. He floated closer to them, making the few brave soldiers who had drawn their swords to raise their swords higher.
"Your Thalmor—"Danny spat, dodging a few blasts of purple electricity from the elf, "—is such an idiot—" He slammed a hand to the cobbled ground, freezing the feet of the soldiers who were coming toward him via the ground, "—you really are shoot first ask later kind of people, are you!?" Danny flew higher, making several acrobatic loops to avoid blasts from all three elves on the ground. The prisoners, including Lokir, were staring at the unusual battle before them.
Danny erected a shield for the second time, "Look! You're going to kill Lokir senselessly if I haven't interfered! Now you want to kill me without knowing the situation! Again!" The shield thankfully withstood the combined magical attacks from the Thalmor. Danny did not want to use his powers to hurt humans, but he was really not sure whether the elves could be included in that category.
"Let's start over shall we?" Danny shouted over the sounds of magical discharge. "Hi! I'm Danny Phantom of…um Amity Park. Let me familiarize you with Skyrim's cold climate!" He lifted both hands, shot two beams from deep within his ice core – his beams overwhelmed the elves' attacks and slammed to their hands, freezing their palms upward to their upper arms. Danny floated toward them and froze their legs as well for a good measure.
He absently changed his wispy tail to legs back and landed on the ground. "I'm a ghost?" he said seeing their shocked expressions. "Have you ever met one? If not, then you…uh… have today. Ta da!" he added nervously.
It was Ralof, the blond guy who spoke to him in the cart, who found his voice first. "See elves! Imperials! Talos himself has sent the Stormcloaks help from above! Today is a marvelous day!"
The female captain who had sentenced Lokir and Danny struggled with her frozen legs. "Soldiers! What are you waiting for! The prisoners are out! Kill them!"
Danny saw that this was turning into another political debacle between them. He crossed his arms and stated crossly, "Ugh, you know what? I'm done with this place! You guys are supposed to be video game characters in my world – which I'm now not sure I want to play. I swear when I saw the trailer there was a dragon fight or something fun here!" Danny shook his head in disappointment.
"I don' understand what you're saying, kid," said a voice unexpectedly from behind him. It was Lokir. "But I know dragons are supposed to be legend here. But heh! I saw you today! And the Thalmors' getting their asses kicked! Must've drank too much," he said with a silly smile on his face.
"That's fine," Danny assured the poor thief on the ground. "Hey, any of you knows where to look for something involving destruction? I have a score to settle with someone named Destructo. Perhaps someone here was named that or is there any deity—" Danny trailed off, as a roar was heard in the distance.
Everyone was looking around anxiously. Another roar was heard. Then, amazingly, a real-life dragon landed on the tower to Danny's right.
Danny then decided that his experience with Dora's and Aragon's dragon ghost forms could not compare seeing a living, breathing dragon first hand.
A pandemonium reigned among the soldiers, prisoners, and the citizens of the city. The dragon roared again, and meteor fire started to rain down from the sky.
"That is one great big overgrown lizard," Danny whispered in amazement.
"I AM ALDUIN, THE DRAGON GOD OF DESTRUCTION. I HAVE RETURNED. HIN SIL FEN NAHKIP BAHLOKI(1)"
Danny rolled his eyes. Duh. Wanna bet that's what I need to defeat to get to Destructo?
Now according to common sense, the rational thing to do is to seek cover from the recently proclaimed god of destruction, as well as the dangerous fiery rain. However, Danny had stopped using that kind of logic ever since he shed away his fear of ghosts. Alduin, while bigger and blacker than many ghosts, was no more scary than the likes of the most dangerous ghosts Danny had fought. So he did the one thing that would cement the legend of Danny Phantom of Amity Park in the cold harsh land of Skyrim – until he got home that is.
"HEY YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE DESTRUCTO! YES YOU BIG, UGLY OVERGROWN LIZARD! COME AND FACE ME! YOU'RE SO TOAST FOR SENDING ME HERE!
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-Fin-
(1) meaning "YOUR SOUL WILL FEED MY HUNGER". It is in Dovahzul (Dragon Language). The dragons in the game speak like that.
Author's Note: Now this is an interesting story idea, don't you think? I could perhaps continue this into a separate crossover. :) I made Lokir alive! The game has him dead much too soon. And I'm afraid I would make Danny out of character for letting someone die when he can help. Somebody's got to tell him it's only a video game. :)
Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy this installment.
