My name is Jo-Riir. I am sixteen years old, and I am the youngest in my family, the Kennens of the town Snowridge. I come from a long line of Khajiit mages, known in town for our healing spells and elemental summoning in a town mostly made up of human farmers. Today started as a normal day, like many others. I woke up early this morning, got dressed in our traditional mages' robes, and headed downstairs to get an early start on spellcasting practice. I walked outside into the forest to practice my illumination spells, and got started right away.
As a sorcerer in-training, I still have trouble summoning elements, but am very proud of where I am so far. Khajiit are not well known for being mages, and though our catlike appearance may suggest a strong skill in magic, it takes a long time, as well as a lot of training, to get even as good as I am now, though that may not be quite as advanced as that of other mages. I was just managing to get a perfect ball of light to form between my paws when I heard a loud rumble in the distance, followed by a roar. Oh Gods… We all knew what that was.
Sure enough, when I got back to town, I was greeted by the bustle of villagers in the streets, frantically packing up their belongings and trying to get as far away into the forest as they could. I watched, terrified, as my mother ran past me, screaming. Soon, the dragon we all knew was coming swooped into view and descended upon our village, laying waste upon the outermost buildings whilst standing amongst the larger ones. As I was staring, my mother ran back up to me from behind. "I packed up your things," she said, handing me a leather bag. "Tell your brothers to keep an eye on the villagers while your father and I fight the beast off."
"What should I do?" I asked. Stooping down, she placed her paws on my shoulders and told me one word. "Run." With that she darted into the streets, paws blazing as shards of ice formed around her. "Guards! To me!" she shouted. Four heavily armed soldiers sprinted to her side. Obedient as I had always been taught, I ran off to find my older brothers standing in the crowd. "Do'Niss! Arfulln! Mother says to keep watch over the townsfolk while she, Father, and the guards fight the dragon. Keep them safe!" And that being said, I took off, clutching the bag as firmly as I could.
Eventually, as my arms grew tired, I slung the bag over my shoulder as an archer would carry a quiver, and with my remaining strength, used my claws to pull myself onto the lowest branch of a tall tree. Slinging the bag off of my shoulder, I carefully untied the drawstring and pulled the pouch open. Inside it I found my clothes, a small tin of moon sugar, an assortment of crystals (Mother believes they can aid you in spellcasting) and a miniature suede pouch of smoked fish. Just my belongings, nothing much, although I could have sworn there was something heavier in there. As I pulled out my robes, a metallic glimmer caught my eye.
Holding the bag up to the light, I soon discovered that the source of the shine was the bronze, leather-wrapped hilt of a beautiful dagger. As I pulled it out of its sheath, the gleam of the metal reflected the sunlight and onto the leaves of the tree. Now this I could put to some good use.
As the Tardis door slowly opened, the Doctor checked a few screens on the console to make sure this planet had oxygen, and cautiously stuck his head outside. His eyes scrolled across a beautiful mountainous landscape, before a loud roar broke the peaceful silence. He frantically looked around to find the sound's source until he spotted a small Nordic village under attack by a massive reptilian beast. His face immediately lit up. "Donna!" he called into the blue box. "There's a dragon out here!"
"What?!" a voice resounded from within the Tardis. "A dragon? Doctor, are you sure you didn't hurt your head?"
"Oh come on." he replied. "You've seen baby aliens made out of human fat float into space! How hard is it to believe there's a dragon out here?"
"Fine, I'm coming." The Doctor could hear several loud clangs, a splash, and the sound of a rolling object hitting wall before his companion finally made her way into the main room and to the door. "Okay. Where's the dragon?" the Doctor pointed at the massive creature, and simultaneously, Donna's jaw dropped. "But-wha-how does—"
"We're in a whole nother universe now! You've got to come to expect this sort of thing when this happens."
"Yeah, about that. How exactly did we even get into this other universe? You said we were going to Mesoamerica, not wherever this place is!"
"Yeah… timey-wimey misstep, you could say. New tunnel opened up in the Time Vortex, happens sometimes. Usually serves a shortcut through time, but I guess this time it just sort of… Glitched."
"Oh well. Guess we'll just have to explore this universe now."
"Yep! Just think: a whole new all of time and space!"
"Oh yeah, Doctor? Shouldn't we, you know, step in and stop the dragon from destroying the town?"
The alarmed look on Ten's face was almost comical as he let it sink in, and then started running towards the village. As he was sprinting through the forest, he heard a voice say, "Don't step in. They know what they're doing. Unless you're a mage, stay out here." The Doctor started poking around in the forest with "Hello?"s and "Who are you?"s until he heard something heavy drop to the ground behind him.
"Who are you," said the cat-girl, "And why are you here?"