I don't own any Characters except my own OC and any I might add later in this story.
"Hello" = Speaking
'Bimbledore' = Thoughts
[Status] = Status
$Hello$ = Beast Speech
Milkyway System: 2040 : Earth: London
"Come on, you filthy Cu*ts!" I scream down at my attackers.
"Girly, we just wanna play with you," The random jacka*s that run this party. Chasing me down.
All I was doing was going to University. I had just left the forces and was now going to study business, so I could either work in a company or join my own.
I quickly turn a corner and duck into a doorway, grabbing a random pipe and ripping it off the wall. The heat from the pipe burns my hands, but I don't let out a noise as steam starts to roll into the alleyway, making it harder to notice me.
I quickly bring the pipe down onto the neck of the first guy past the doorway, dropping him like a bag of bricks. Then I charge and knee the second guy in the balls, causing him to cry as I bring the pipe down onto his shoulder, dropping him with a cry.
"Fuckkk! The target is winning. Send backup!" I hear he has pulled out from one of the last two into a radio.
"Who sent you fuc*wits?" I ask with a snarl. No one should know where I was. I had gotten facial reconstruction, name changes, and all that so I wouldn't have anyone track me down.
"Well, love, It was your old boss. He wants you silenced after your last op. We got 100k each to take you out," He said calmly as my mind went into overdrive.
"Fuc*ing twits, I Hope it was worth it, as the police should be here soon!" I say snarkily
Sirens were heard not moments later as the police surrounded the area and pointed guns at the men. I had already dropped the pipe and kicked it over to one of the downed guys.
"HANDS IN THE AIR!" I heard the bobbies shout. I was already down on my knees and hands in the air. I knew the drill. Even if you were the victim, you followed the same rules as the attacker.
The police move in and quickly cuff the men when a gunshot, blood splatter, and a thud are heard.
I collapsed to the ground. Someone had shot me through the chest, a Lung puncture I automatically diagnosed to myself by collapsing my chest and having short breath.
Soon I heard tons of guns open fire between the police and the people attacking. Police officers were dropping, but SCO-19 wasn't far away. You could tell by the gunfire from the defending side (police) was constant, and the attackers dropped like flies.
"CASUALTIES!" I heard someone shout and someone trying to pack my gunshot wound. I knew I was way too far gone. I slowly brought my arm up to my neck and pulled my dog tags off with a USB stick attached. I slowly pushed it to the officer, trying to keep me alive.
"S... *Cough* share this with everyone *cough* they need to know *cough". The light faded from my eyes as I heard the person get dragged away by medics to work on me.
Serpent Nebula: Date Unknown: Citadel: Council Chamber
I slowly wake up to a bright white light, Blinking rapidly and trying to use my arms to wipe my eyes. I noticed I couldn't. I try to look down but see I don't have a body.
I genuinely tried to freak out, but I couldn't. I had no emotions. I slowly turn around and find myself in the council chambers of the Citadel...
"What the f*ck!" I spoke aloud. That's when the ringing happened.
It came from everywhere. I felt the pain inside me, inside my soul, when it suddenly stopped, and four figures appeared at the podium of the council chambers.
"WELCOME, MORTAL! YOU HAVE PERISHED DUE TO BETRAYAL! ALSO, YOU MANAGED TO PRANK THE WORLD WITH YOUR USB STICK WITH A LOVELY RICK ROLL! WE HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE YOU FOUR BOONS OF YOUR CHOOSING! BUT BE AWARE WE HAVE SELECTED THE FIRST, SECOND, AND THIRD WORLD YOU WILL GO TO AND WHAT SYSTEM YOU WILL HAVE! SOME BOONS MIGHT COST 2 BOONS IF THEY ARE OVERPOWERED AT ALL!"
This was said by the fourth figure. It was taller than all the others combined, but all their bodies were blurred.
But four boons to choose from, though. Depending on what world I go to could be the means between life and death! I could end up in Doom as a short blonde with no fighting experience. Or even as Issei's sister, and I would rather have Doom than be his sister.
First, Boon, I think I will go with my Sexy Nord/Breton Skyrim Character, who I named after myself. She has mastered all the skill trees thanks to a cheeky cheat spell that boosts XP by 1000 times that you can find in a barrel in Whiterun. I would want her in all she is as she has prestige all skill trees a 100 times each before we even got the dragon stone. She was my cheat character, and I used her to see how powerful I could be with cheats and all my mods, including the Ordinator mod. I also had about 500 dragon souls from spawning in so many dragons and fighting them.
She never had a Home, as I kept Everything in my Inventory. But I had completed the game with her and all DLC, One shotting Alduin with a wooden spoon because I was bored.
"I would like my first Boon to be my Skyrim Character in her entirety, please. That includes my" I go to say but was cut off quickly.
"GRANTED! NO NEED TO CONTINUE; WE READ YOUR MIND, BUT THIS BOON WILL COST 2 BOONS IF YOU WANT ALL HER INVENTORY. WE WILL ALSO BE REMOVING ALL AND ANY DAEDRIC AND ELDER SCROLLS. ALL YOUR SPARE DRAGON SOULS WILL ALSO BE ADDED TO YOUR OWN SOUL, WHICH WILL INCREASE YOUR MAGICKA BY 1000 MAJICKA FOR EACH DRAGON SOUL LEFT OVER AND INCREASE YOUR SOUL DEFENCE! YOU WILL HAVE THE SKYRIM SYSTEM, NO OTHER TYPE OF SYSTEM. THERE WILL BE NO QUESTS, JUST A BASIC SKYRIM SYSTEM!"
"I agree to that, please!" I quickly said. I had about 500 dragon souls left over, So that will be awesome. I chose it as my first Boon in case it took more than one. Glad I did now. Two boons left now. What to choose.
"For second, Boon, Can I get a Valryian vault full of Gold, Books on almost Everything in the world. From Runes to crafting and so on. Valryian Steel armour, weapons and more. Along with three Dragons that are soul bound to me to never betray me? The Dragons are to be Smaug (Female Version), Ukrainian Ironbelly (Female Version) and finally Deathwing (Male Version)."
"GRANTED! BUT THIS WILL TAKE YOUR LAST TWO BOONS, AND WE WILL REDUCE ALL THE DRAGONS' SIZES TO BE AROUND THE SAME SIZE AS BALERION THE BLACK DREAD. WE WILL ALSO REMOVE THEIR ABILITY TO TALK NORMALLY. YOU CAN SPEAK TO THEM IN HIGH VALERYIAN OR DRAGON TONGUE!. YOUR FIRST WORLD IS ASOIF, ALSO KNOWN AS GAME OF THRONES. YOU WILL WAKE UP IN OLD VALYRIA 300 OR SO YEARS AFTER ITS FALL OF IT IN 102 BC. YOU WILL AWAKEN IN 295AC. YOU AND YOUR DRAGONS WON'T BE AFFECTED BY THE AREA, SO YOU WON'T DIE THE INSTANT YOU LEAVE THE VAULT! YOU WILL BE AGE 11!"
(A/N Balerion had a wingspan of a whopping 453 feet (or one-and-a-half football fields). Balerion would have been 126 feet long and 453 feet wide with his wings spread. Ukrainian Ironbelly had a Wingspan of 100 feet (31 m, est) and a Length of 60 ft (15 m). Smaug has an overall length of 427 feet (130 m), a wingspan of 360 feet (110 m), and a height of 60 feet (18.3 m). So according to WOWpedia, Deathwing had a wingspan of 1197.51 feet. Due to his overall size, I had made them all the same size as Balerion the Black Dread. Because Deathwing size is just fuck you size! Also, Fuck you. This is my Fanfic! Love you all)
He shouts and throws his arm as a massive white and grey beam hits me, causing me to scream as I disintegrate painfully.
PLANETOS : YEAR: 295AC : Valyria: Council Chamber Vault 001
I awoke with a shout and a scream as I saw a massive face in front of me, huffing hot air and opening its enormous Jaw to roar at me. I immediately passed out.
My brain works overtime as it merges my memories and the new memories I have taken over from this body, my past body and my Skyrim memories.
My name was Raenera Belaerys, the last of the house of Belaerys. We were one of the stronger Dragonlord houses as our family had over 80 rideable dragons at any one time, more than a hundred hatchings, and hundreds of more eggs in the hatching towers. It was my 11th name day in one of the house vaults, where I would select new dragon armour from the Vault for my mischievous three dragons. They had outgrown them all and now reached the Black dreads' size. He was the largest of the dragons still alive currently.
My dragons were inside the Vault, and it was large enough that we could have gotten another 20 inside if we had removed all the gold, weapons, books, armour, and other stuff in here.
My family were known for their enchantments and Metalworking. That is why our Vault is one of the largest in Valyria. Anyway, I wasn't a stuck-up little uppity bitch like Weiss from RWBY.
No. I was known for my smithing and fighting skills also, as the only one to ever have a bond with three dragons simultaneously.
While the dragons and I were in the Vault. The earth beneath us shook madly, and the vault defences flared up and froze time for us but not the outside. While we were stuck in time in the Vault, We neither starved nor aged for over 397 years.
I had learned Everything in the Vault, All Valaryian magics and other magics that the Valaryians had taken from other nations over time. I had perfected them all and also perfected rituals. I made specific equipment that was always on me that disappeared into my soul, and the same with my Dragons.
They were enhanced using petrified dragon eggs and bones from millennium-old dragons stored in the Vault.
The first Dragon (Female version of Smaug) was called Deayouine, which meant Lady of the Dead. This was because of her black night scales and the black and purple flames she poured out of her Jaw.
The second Dragon (Female version of a Ukrainian Ironbelly) was called Ligbeaette, which meant Queen Of The Light. This was from her pure white flames that burnt so hot the stone turned white.
Finally, the third dragon was called Skikinak (Deathwing male version), which meant Lord Of The Skies. This was due to his overall size as his wings blocked out the sky from everyone underneath him before he roasted you with his red flames that mixed with yellow.
My three dragons had hatched when I was one and were the strongest, fasted and most loyal of Valyria. They were all placed in my crib as a baby.
My dragons were all from different parents, so there would be no inbreeding effects for a few centuries on them. They had all been ritualised to hide in my soul and appear at a moment's notice. While they were in my soul, I would basically be immortal. Only another dragon could kill me if its teeth were made of enchanted Valryian metal.
My mother, Jaenara Balaerys, was the one who sealed me in here with my dragons, not before she threw her enchanted bag of holding through the door.
Over the years, the number of rituals I put myself through put me on the level of a Grand Arch-Mage in the Valyrian world. With enough power to level a mountain, these vaults were made by the power of 40 of them at once with sacrifices.
They were never meant to activate, but once they do, they last around 300 or so years before they can finally be unlocked.
"Pretty sure I pissed myself," I state bluntly after all those memories finally came into my head and sorted themselves.
I open my eyes to see Deayouine curled around me with Ligbeaette and Skikinak cuddling together near the Vault entrance.
I unconsciously flex my magic, clean myself, and neaten my armour and clothes to not stink. Also, the floor as well gotta keep this place clean.
I look around and grab my mother's bag of holding. Apart from all the magical books, it was mostly empty as she was one of the Grand Arch-Mages. I had already read it a thousand times, but it was finally time to leave.
I could feel the magic weaning off the entrance. But I want Everything in Valyria in this bag.
I conjure hundreds of wooden chests from my Inventory from the Skyrim character.
I instantly start enchanting them to be one thousand times expanded internally and then link them to the bag so I only have to think of what I want from the bag for it to arrive.
After that, I start to clear the Vault of Everything, which means Everything. I even pulled up the luxurious carpets that were hanging on the walls.
After that, I pulled both cuddling dragons into my soul and left Deayouine out to mount. Once the magic finally dissipates, I open the vault door to see all the surprisingly small destruction. It was all the fumes from the volcanoes that had killed Everything.
I instantly see my mother's corpse in her all-Valyrian metal dress that she wore with her staff made of the same material. I quickly summoned it to myself and buried her bones at the vault entrance, not before conjuring a new entrance with unbreakable runes and enchantments all over it.
"First things first! Deayouine, take some cover. I will summon all Valyrian metal, gold, armour, weapons, books and more at once to this location only from Valyria, though!" I shout out loud, only to hear a grunt from Deayouine herself...
I gathered all the magic I could, and using my mother's staff, which made magic cost less by about 80%, I still emptied 90% of all my reserves into this spell to summon from across the whole of Valyria, including all the waterways and more.
I was surprised by the massive amount of stuff that appeared simultaneously.
As a loud bang, there must have been billions of gold coins and ingots of all kinds with dragon bones, etcetera!
"Oh hey! That's Brightroar right there! Along with that guy that lost it! What was his name again? Meh, forget about it!" I shout out to myself in childish glee.
That wasn't before 40-plus massive Valyrian vault doors reared their ugly heads and almost smashed into me.
But a quick blast of telekinesis stops them before they can kill or injure me.
I wait several more minutes before I get to work. I start splitting them all up to go into separate chests. Several are dedicated to Valyrian ingots and dragon eggs long since petrified.
Finally, they were all sorted par the Vault doors. I get my lovely cuddle partner, Deayouine, to breathe some badass flames on them so they can melt down. At the same time, I use telekinesis to mould them down into ingots.
"God, these memories are fucking with me madly. Sometimes I feel like an 11-year-old, other times a century-old badass Viking from Skyrim since they never age or my old 40-year-old self!" I shout to myself while my lovely Deayouine stares at me with mirth.
After they were finally melted down. I finally jumped on top of Deayouine on her luxurious saddle I had made while trapped in that hell. It was so soft, and I could sleep on it if needed.
I quickly fly off into the sky to track down the one person I want to meet this early in time! Daenerys Targaryen!