Darkness. Pure, unfaltering, darkness. I looked around, trying to find any source of light, but it was in vain. I lifted my arms to my back, feeling the two blade handles on my back, and quickly took them off, seeing the faintly glowing auras as my only light source, only illuminating a few feet in front of me. A few things lay around me, the dispenser, sitting upright, a faint blue trail touching my chest and swirling, the Red Sniper’s hat that came flying off at the end, but another thing of the Sniper. His sniper rifle lay next to the hat. I picked up the hat and dusted it off, seeing the bandana with what looked like teeth tied to it, as well as the large stitches that held the thing together. The color was similar to the BLUs color, except a darker color, like it was faded.

I folded the hat the best I could and put it in my pack, then slung the sniper rifle onto my shoulder, picked up the dispenser and started walking in a random direction. I stuck my hand out and took a few steps forward, feeling my hand roughly brush against the rough rocks. My eyes were slowly adjusting, and I could make out what looked like a tomb. On the stone beds that lined the walls was rotting bodies, most around six feet tall, some with old looking weapons on their backs or sitting uncomfortably against their hips, others with no weapon at all, and some barren of their skin, leaving a skeletal carcass behind. Despite the amount of things I carried, I pulled one of the blades from my back and took another step forward.

One of the bodies made a scoffing noise or something, and the body to my left slowly shifted. It’s eyes opened, revealing glowing blue orbs, and it pulled the weapon from it’s back and charged. I raised my blade in defense and felt the blade connect. I swung at him, hitting the rusted and tarnished armor and cutting through. It coughed in pain and swung once more. The diagonal strike wasn’t enough to even touch me, and I drove my greatsword into his chest. It choked out some sort of word, then the blue glow from its eyes disappeared. I slid the body off of my blade and looked behind me. My heart sunk as I saw that the cave had actually collapsed onto itself, leaving me to find another way out, through the undead zombies.

“Great, dealing with more fucking undead...” I muttered, walking towards the now resting bodies. Once I past one of the bodies with no weapons, a few of the others shuffled and got out of the stone beds. I readied my blade, counting four undead. The first one to attack had a sort of one handed sword, similar to the greatsword that one of the other undead were carrying. I quickly blocked the blade and chopped off it’s arm. It coughed in pain, picking up the weapon with the other hand and attacking again. I blocked the slow strike and swung a quick strike at his chest. The blade cut through his armor and he dropped, a small jewel dropping from it’s pocket. I turned my attention to the rest, before I felt something hit my chest. I looked down and saw that there was an arrow lodged into the chestplate.

I pulled it, feeling a small knick of pain, and felt some blood leak from my chest as I pulled the arrow away from my chest. I swung my blade at one of the undead, decapitating one of them and the other stepping out of the way just in time. I quickly followed up the strike with a quick vertical strike, cutting through him and sending him flying. I quickly pulled out a throwing knife and through it at the undead man with the bow, hitting him in the neck and dropping him quickly. The dispenser healed my wound quickly, repairing the armor, and I looked at the corpses.

I put the dispenser down and looked at the bodies, seeing a few with gold coins, one side with the face of a man, with the words “The Empire is Law, The Law is Sacred” etched into the coin around the mans face, and on the other side had a strange symbol with the words “Praise be Akatosh and All the Divines” surrounding it. I pocketed the coins, as well as three garnets, as well as pulling the knife from the undead mans neck.

I continued into the tomb, meeting the undead and quickly slaying them, coming across chests that are full of the gold coins, different types of jewels such as diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, rubies, amethyst, but the garnets were the most common and would probably have little value to any type of merchant, strange bottles that were indicated as potions of different abilities, such as healing, stamina, curing diseases, and something called magicka, as well as poisons and bars of different metals, some I haven’t even seen before. I was slightly slowed down by the amount of coins, gems, bars of metal, potions, and poisons I had collected, so I started smashing the poison bottles, since I would never actually use the poisons. The only thing that worried me is that the tomb just kept going further and further into the ground.

I heard some sort of mumbling, some man that sounded like he’s gone insane or something, and slowly made my way down to the mumbling man. I noticed that there were a lot of cobwebs forming along the walls and floors, among the roots and rocks.

“Spiders...” I said irritably.

“Whos there?” The mumbling man called out. I continued walking, until I saw the roots and rocks covering up a large hole with spiderwebs sprayed over them. I saw a small man, dark ebony skin and red eyes, some sort of leather armor on him. He was stuck in the midst of the cobwebs, struggling every so often only for it to be in vain. I walked over to the doorway to get in, only to find it absolutely covered in cobwebs, blocking entrance to the room and moonlight. I lifted my blade and cut through the cobwebs, leaving a gaping hole in the midst of the doorway. I set the dispenser down and drew the sniper rifle, walking out slowly. The man looked to me then to the hole in the ceiling.

“Ah! Kill it! KILL IT!” He yelled. I looked up and saw the biggest fucking spider in the world.

‘No wonder there’s so many fucking cobwebs.' I thought, before taking aim. I had his small head in the sights and fired, the gun cracking to life and sending the large caliber bullet into the its head. I pulled the bolt back, seeing the spent cartridge fly out, and fired again, hitting the thing in the head again. It hissed and chattered in pain, backing away before lunging forward. I rolled out of the way and fired once more, this time hitting it in the main part of its body. The large spider chattered in agony and fell to the ground, trying to get back up. I pulled one of the blades from my back and cut its head off, the large body starting to spasm and kick, before dieing. I replaced the blade and sniper rifle on my back before leaving the room.

“Where are you going?!” The man yelled. I didn’t answer, walking over to the dispenser and picking it up, before walking back into the room. The man looked at the machine in confusion, seeing the faint blue trail hitting me.

“Can you cut me down?” He asked impatiently.

“You know, I could’ve let that spider make a meal of you.” I threatened. I set the dispenser down and pulled off one of the blades, hacking at the spiderwebs.

“I can feel it coming loose!” He said excitedly. I continued cutting and slashing at the cobwebs, until the man fell from the webs and the way behind him was open. He got up, with a stupid smile on his face.

“You fool! Now I’m going to find the secret to Bleak Falls Barrow and no one can stop me!” He said, turning around and running off. I pulled the sniper from my back and took aim, putting his head into sights, and fired. The bullet flew true and struck the man in the back of the head, blowing his head clean off, letting the leather helmet fly off and down the stairs. I pulled the bolt back and put it on my back, before making my way to the body carefully. Once I reached the still bleeding body, I dug into his pockets, feeling a small book and some sort of claw in his pocket.

I pulled both out, seeing that it was a leather bound journal, and tossed it away. The claw was solid gold, with three small engravings on the palm of the claw. I shrugged and put into my bag, before going back into the room and searching it of any treasures. Sure enough, I found a potion of healing and a diamond, pocketing the diamond and putting the potion of healing in my bag, which was quickly filling up. I stopped and decided to sort all of my stuff. I put all of the food and water I had into the navy blue bag while the army green bag was filled with the bars of unknown metal, gold, and potions. I had small pouches tied to my side that had assorted gems in them, as well as my throwing knives.

After assorting all of the items, making note to properly sort my bags, I swung them all onto my back or shoulders, before pushing through a small layer of spiderwebs. I continued down the musty hallway, meeting more of these undead creatures, until I heard faint whishing sounds. I turned the corner, and saw swinging axes in a narrow hallway.

“Cliche much?” I said, before charging through. The first one swung harmlessly behind me, the second swinging in front of me. I was about to pass through the hallway when I felt something catch the hood on my back. A loud ripping sound was heard as the third axe swung by, barely missing me and all of my stuff, and I nearly tripped over my own feet to get out of the way of the deadly axe. I rubbed the back of my neck, which was now barren of a hood, and felt where the fabric was brutally ripped from the armor.

“Nothing to cover my face...” I said, stopping as I thought of something. Digging in my bags once more, I pulled out Snipers Hat. I looked at it, seeing it was simple enough to put on, as well as it protects me from the sun pretty well. I put the thing on, immediately smelling something like coffee and toast, but dismissed it. The brown bandana covered most of my face, and the hood itself drooped slightly. I shrugged and put everything else onto my shoulders again, before continuing through the barrow. Passing through a few rooms filled with urns, I came across a room. Well, it was more like a hallway, but the walls were adorned with pictures of past prophets and leaders, as well as great knights and other things.

Walking slowly through the hall, I saw a large, strange looking door at the end of the hall. I walked to the end of the hallway quickly, seeing the familiar symbols from that claw on the door also. I pulled out the claw, and touched the first symbol to the outer ring. When I touched it, it sunk into the wall, and started moving, the sound of stone scraping stone filled the air. I touched the middle ring and it did the same thing, as well as the outer ring. The symbols on the claw wasn’t matched with the door and I touched them all once more.

The symbols, a bear, moth, and owl, was put in the correct way and I put the claw into the door. I twisted it right, but it stopped after I twisted slightly, before I twisted back to the left, then to the right again, then pulled the claw out. The rings all shifted to the owl at a blazing speed, leaving me dizzy, and started slowly sinking into the ground. After my vision cleared and I wasn’t stumbling around, I walked forward into the room, seeing more worn pictures before it opens up to a cave. I walked slowly, seeing lush plants covering the floor. The light shining through a hole in the ceiling revealed a wall with strange runes in them.

Except... I heard voices... calling me to the wall. One of the runes on the wall was glowing, as well as a chest set in front of the stairs leading up to it. I saw the tomb and warily circled it, expecting one of those undead to pop out and try and cut me down. I walked up to the wall, to the glowing room, and saw a... swirling energy reaching for me. Curiosity got the better of me and I got right next to the wall and touched runes. A word was echoed throughout my head.

“Fus.” The voices said. The power behind the mans voice caused me to nearly black out, but I somehow managed to stay awake. I set the dispenser down and sat against the rock, catching my breath and letting my vision clear of the hazy darkness. Once my vision cleared and my breath returned to me, I picked the dispenser up and was heading to the chest when the tomb popped open and an undead crawled out. He looked different then all of the others, the helmet and sword pulsating energy just like the wall did. I set the dispenser and packs down, as well as the sniper rifle, and pulled the two greatswords out, both humming with energy.

The undead pulled his blade from his hip, ice blue runes glowing along its surface. I charged the undead man, but he pulled the blade up and blocked the two blades. I hopped backwards and used one blade to swipe at him. He blocked that, but I used the other blade to quickly cut his stomach. If he had any organs inside of his stomach anymore, they would be all over the ground. I swiped at him once more with the blade, only for it to get blocked. Using the other blade, I striked at his throat, cutting it open. He hissed in pain and pushed me away with surprising strength, then readied himself.

“FUS RO DAH!” He yelled at me. The first word was the one I got off of the wall, while the last two were unknown to me. A clearish blue wall of energy shot towards me, and I readied myself as it slammed into me, nearly launching me from my feet. I saw the undead charge at me and raised the blades, crossing them as I caught his blade in between. I crossed the blades and disarmed him, before driving the two blades into his chest. His eyes glowed brightly for a second, before diminishing quickly. I put the two swords onto my back once more and went over to the chest.

I opened the chest and pulled out a sack of the gold coins, a sack full of diamonds, which excited me, and another sack full of assorted gems. I also pulled out a stone tablet with some sort of map on it. I shrugged and put in my bag, before walking to the stairs that wasn’t illuminated by the moonlight. I made my way up the stairs to a small room with another chest, which had two sacks of gold and a sack of garnets. I walked down a hallway, but it ended in a dead end. I felt my heart sink as I came to the end of the hallway, until I noticed something about the wall.

The rock at the end of the hallway wasn’t normal. I looked around for a switch, lever, something to activate the wall. I saw a handle sticking out of the wall and pulled it. The rock shifted and settled, before raising into the ceiling. After the rock stopped moving, I walked through the hallway, before coming across a room with another chest and a pedestal with a skull on it, surrounded by flowers. I opened the chest and found four more sacks of gold, a helmet which I left in there, and I composite bow with some steel arrows. I took the bow and arrows, taking everything off of my back, strapping the quiver to my back, before putting the swords, sniper rifle, and two packs onto my pack. After adjusting some things so that it all sat comfortably onto my back, I walked out of the cave, finally seeing the night sky, and that I was on the side of the mountain, and it was snowing.

“I remember it being spring...” I said, looking for a way down the mountain safely, seeing a few drops that wouldn’t break my bones on impact. I saw a strange looking bottle on the side of the mountain, only to toss it off the side of the mountain and watch it shatter against one of the trees before making my way down the mountain. The dispenser on my shoulder clanked and hummed as I dropped, making me stop a moment. After the dispenser went back to its normal humming, I made my way through the forest quickly. After a minute or two of walking, I came across a river, and saw a small town a mile or so away. I made my way to the town, hearing cracks and cranks coming from it.

Seeing a sawmill, my suspicions were put to rest, and I made my way into the town. Some of the townspeople were giving me strange looks, but I ignored them and made my way to a shop, called “Riverwood Trader” I opened the door and stepped in, seeing various pieces of armor, weapons, foods, and a few pieces of the gold coins which I had already guessed was currency. Two of the townspeople were arguing with each other.

“Well one of us has to do something!" The female yelled.

"We are done talking about this." The guy said with finality.

"Well what are you going to do then, huh? Let's hear it!" She said to him.

"I said no! No adventures, no theatrics, no thief-chasing!” He yelled at her, before finally noticing me and the amount of things I’ve collected in my ‘travels’. “Oh, a customer. Sorry you had to hear that.” He said with a smile.

“It’s alright?” I said, before shaking my head. “So what were you talking about? I asked, setting the dispenser on the ground.

“We had... sort of a... break in.. but we still have plenty to sell! Bandits were only after one thing. An ornament, solid gold. In the shape of a dragon's claw.” He was about to continue.

“Hold on, I found a golden claw when I woke up in some ruins.” I said, pulling the claw out of my bag.

“You found it?! Heh, strange. It seems smaller than what I remember.” He said. I gave him the claw and he pulled out a large sack of gold, handing me the sack.

“How much is this?” I asked, lifting the hefty bag into one arm.

“Eight hundred septims.” He said.

“Alright... Anyway, do you have any steel arrows?” I asked, pulling out one of the steel arrows from the quiver. “Like this?” I continued, showing him the arrow.

“Ah yes! We got some steel arrows from a recent shipment!” He said, pulling out a large quiver full of the arrows.

“How many is that and how much?” I asked.

“A hundred and fifty steel arrows, and all of it together would be three hundred septims.” He said. I dug into the bag, counting and pulling out three hundred septims. He counted behind me then handed me the arrows. I picked up the quiver and slung it over my back, as well as picking up the dispenser.

“Thanks.” I said as I walked out of the room. I walked to the blacksmith, seeing the man pulling a rope that was raising the heat of the smith itself. I walked to him, waited for him to finish with the piece of metal he was shaping, until I noticed he finally stopped.

“Uh, hey. I wanted to run some metal ingots I found while I was in some ruins.” I said, pulling out the assorted metal ingots.

“Aye... That’s corundum, used to make steel plate and banded iron armor. That’s dwarven metal, rare stuff, used to create dwarven armor and weapons. That there is ebony, create ebony armor and weapon and is rumored to be able to create daedric armor. That there is gold. That is Orichalcum, used to make orcish armor and weapon. That’s quicksilver, used to make Elven armor. Fancy stuff. That’s refined malachite, used to make glass armor and weapons. There’s refined moonstone, also used for elven armor.” He said, pointing out the less obvious ones. I already knew the iron, steel, silver, and gold, but the rest is unique.

“Thanks.” I said, packing up the ingots. I walked out of the blacksmith, only to hear some crazy old woman rambling.

“I saw a dragon!” She kept repeating. I shrugged and walked towards the bridge heading out of town. I read one of the signs, “Whiterun” with the arrow pointing off down the street. I followed the street towards the town, eventually seeing farms circling a fortified city. I saw a farm that had a giant man running around, swinging his club and attacking some brave and stupid people, and decided to not interfere. Eventually the giant fell, and as I was walking by, some girl stopped me.

“A true warrior would’ve joined the battle.” She said to me as I was walking by.

“I’m not looking for trouble. I’m just trying to get home.” I said, trying to walk away.

“You should come join The Companions. You would probably be able to see your home as we travel all over Skyrim.” She said.

“Unless The Companions have a way to get off this planet and cross dimensions, then I don’t see much use in me joining them when I ultimately do end up leaving forever.” I said, walking away again. The girl looked confused, a bit offended, and angry. I walked through the arcs and over the drawbridge, eventually reaching the gate. The guard drew his sword and walked up to me.

“Halt! the city is closed with the talk of dragons about.” He said.

“Riverwood needs help, or otherwise they’re all going to die.” I said, shifting the dispenser on my shoulder. He sheathed the sword and unlocked the gate.

“You better get to Dragonsreach and tell the Jarl about this.” He told me. I opened gates with one hand and walked through, the guard closing them behind me. I started forward, intending to get to the building at the top of the mountain, and made it to the market before people started shouting at me.

“Fresh meat for sale! Cut this morning!” A man said.

“Jewelry for loved ones!” An old woman's voice called out.

“You should come to Belethor’s shop if you need anything.” Another man said.

“Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.” A guard said to me.

“You should go to the Bannered Mare. Hulda will keep you swimming in mead!”

“No lollygagging.”

“I used to be an adventurer like you, but then I took an arrow in the knee.”

I shook my head and quickly walked up the stairs leading to the next district. This one fit with a screaming man yelling about Altos or something like that. I continued to the palace on top of the mountain, walking into the building, ignoring the guards. Once inside, I shifted the dispenser onto my shoulder, before walking towards the large throne. I saw a small bonfire of sorts, and three people. One was a girl, who immediately turned to me and drew her sword before stalking to me. The other two were men, one sitting on the throne, indicating his place of power, and the other looking like an advisor or something. The girl looked at me and said.

“Halt! The Jarl isn’t supposed to be receiving visitors.” I rolled my eyes.

“Riverwood is in danger of the dragon attacking, since it has no guards.” I said to her. She walked over to the Jarl and whispered in his ear while eyeing me distrustfully. I rolled my eyes again and stood there, waiting for a response. She walked back over and sheathed her sword.

“The Jarl wishes to see you.” She ordered. I walked forward until I was at the steps in front of him, the bonfire directly behind me.

“Irileth told me that you came from Riverwood?” He said.

“Yes. Riverwood is in the most immediate danger from the dragon attack. Without guards, the people there would just be a quick meal for it.” I said. He turned to his advisor, and said.

“What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?” Irileth stepped forward and said.

“My lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. It’s in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains...” She was about to continue before being interrupted by the advisor.

“The Jarl of Falkreath will view that as a provocation! He’ll assume we’re preparing to join Ulfric’s side and attack him. We should not...” The Jarl interrupted him.

“I’ll not sit idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!” He looked at Irileth.

“Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once.” She saluted and said.

”Yes, my Jarl.” Proventus looked irritated, and said.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll return to my duties.”

“That would be best.” The Jarl said, watching as the mumbling man walked away from the throne. He looked at me and said.

“Well done. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You’ve done Whiterun a great service, and I won’t forget this.” One of the guards walked forward and the Jarl said.

“Here, take this as a small token of my esteem.” The guard handed me a necklace, which glowed an eerie red with runes glowing on it.

“It’s enchanted to protect the wearer from fire.” He explained. I put the necklace into my bags.

“There is another thing you could do for me. Suitable for someone of your particular talents, perhaps.” He got out of his chair. “Come, let’s go find my Farengar, my court wizard. He’s been looking into a matter related to these dragons and... rumors of dragons.” He said slowly. He walked off into one of the side rooms, with me following him a few feet behind.

“Farengar, I think I found someone that could help you with your... dragon project. Go ahead and fill him in with all the details.” He said, before walking back to his throne. I stepped forward, seeing the court wizard, robes covering his entire body.

“So, the Jarl thinks that you could be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research into the dragons. Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me.” He sounded bored and irritated. “Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not be there.” He said as if he was joking.

“Hold on, you don’t mean this thing?” I said, pulling out the stone tablet in question.

“Ah! It seems you’ve already retrieved the stone tablet from Bleak Falls Barrow! This will certainly speed up my research into the dragons.” He said.

“Alright.” I said, shrugging.I was about to go see the Jarl when Irileth came running by.

“Farengar, you need to come at once. A dragon has been sighted nearby.” She looked at me still distrustfully.

“You should come, too.” I seemed to roll my eyes a lot today.

“A dragon! How exciting! Where was it seen? What was it doing?” Farengar said, running up to Irileth.

“I’d take this a bit more seriously if I were you. If a dragon decides to attack Whiterun I don’t know if we could stop it.” She said, before turning around and walking towards some stairs leading up to another room. We made it up the stairs, where the Jarl was standing with some breathless guard.

“So, Irileth tells me you came from the Western Watchtower?” The Jarl said.

“Yes, my lord.” The guard said breathlessly.

“Tell him what you told me. About the dragon.” Irileth said.

“Uh, that’s right. We saw it coming from the south. It was fast... faster than anything I’ve ever seen.” The guard said, his accent making him sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“What did it do? Is it attacking the watchtower?” The Jarl asked.

“No, my lord. It was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life... I thought it would come after me for sure.” The guard said.

“Good work, son. We’ll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest. You’ve earned it.” The Jarl said, before turning to Irileth.

“Irileth, you’d better gather some guardsmen and get down there.” He ordered.

“I’ve already ordered my men to muster near the main gate.” She informed.

“Good. Don’t fail me.” He told her. He turned to me and said.

“There’s no time to stand on ceremony, my friend. I need your help again.” Friend? I never thought I would be friends with this guy.

“I want you to go with Irileth and help her fight this dragon.” What. Well, I’m fucked...

“I haven’t forgotten the service you did for me in retrieving the dragonstone for Farengar. As a token of my esteem, I have instructed Avenicci that you are now permitted to purchase property in the city. And please accept this gift from my personal armoury.” He said, pulling out a ring and pushing it into my hands.

“The ring is enchanted so that it increases resistances to poisons and diseases.” He informed me. I put that into my pack as well, next to the necklace. I turned to Irileth, who was already running down the stairs, and rolled my eyes once more. I picked up my things and followed her, easily outrunning her even with all of my gear. We reached the main gate, where a small group of guards were positioned. “Here’s the situation.” Irileth started. She walked in front of all of the guards and started her speech.

“A dragon is attacking the Western Watchtower.” She paused as the group of guards shouted out random phrases.

“A dragon?”

“Now we’re in for it...”

“Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll...” Wait what?

“You heard right! I said a dragon! I don’t much care where it came from or who sent it. What I do know is that it’s made the mistake of attacking Whiterun.” She said.

“But housecarl, how can we fight a dragon?” A guard asked.

“That’s a fair question. None of you have ever seen a dragon before, or expected to face one in combat.” I coughed, catching her attention.

“Sorry, but I’ve fought seen and fought dragons before.” I said.

“Then how do you suppose we take down this dragon?” She asked. I pulled the rifle from my back.

“This weapon here has enough firepower to take down a mammoth, and I’ve managed to kill one of the dragons with just a blade. All I need is to get this dragon within my sights and I can take him down quickly. After disabling him from flying around and blasting us with fire or ice, I can get him with my blades or continue to shoot him with this.” I said, lifting the rifle into view.

“What is something that small going to be able to take down a mammoth, let alone a dragon?” One of the guards asked. I pulled one of the bullets out of the rifle.

“Imagine one of these,” I put the bullet back into the gun. “coming at you at the speed that outmatches arrows, and without fall off. You don’t have to worry about the angle you shoot it or pulling it back. All you have to do is use this scope, aim for key spots on the target, and pull this trigger. The bullet comes out and could blow your head clean off.” I said.

“And this thing,” I said, pointing to the dispenser on my shoulder. “can keep me supplied, even with my arrows.” I said, showing the full quiver that had around three hundred arrows inside of it.

“And my blades are enchanted so that I can cut through even the toughest of skins, armor, and walls like butter.” I said, pointing to the two glowing blades on my back.

“The armor I wear is essentially invincibility. Arrows can’t penetrate the armor, flames don’t catch me on fire, and blades just bounce off when swung at me.” I said, tapping the armor with my fist. I replaced the rifle on my back and waited for Irileth to continue her speech. I saw her roll her eyes and shook my head.

“But we are honor bound to fight it, even if we fail. This dragon is threatening our homes... our families. Could you call yourselves nords if you ran from this monster? Are you going to let me face this thing alone? So what do you say? Shall we go kill us a dragon?” She finished.

“Yeah!”

“Damn right!”

“Let’s move out.” She said, running towards the door and pushing it open. I jogged after her and followed her down to the stables, where the horses were going insane, the caretakers trying to calm them. We ran past the stables and down a dirt path, eventually we saw smoke rising above the hills. We reached the watchtower and saw that it was burning watchtower.

“No signs of any dragons right now, but it sure looks like he’s been here.” Irileth said. No shit Sherlock.

“I know it looks bad, but we’ve got to figure out what happened. And if that dragon is still skulking around somewhere. Spread out and look for survivors. We need to know what we’re up against.” She said, and all the guards pulled their weapons out and ran towards the tower. I set the dispenser down and took aim for the sky, the laser sight creating a thin red beam that cut through the sky. A guard came running out of the burning watchtower, his helmet gone and revealing his face.

“No! Get back! It’s still here somewhere! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!” the guard rambled.

“Guardsman! What happened here? Where’s this dragon? Quickly now!” Irileth said to the guard.

“I don’t know!” He said, before a large shadow passed over the watchtower. I looked to the sky and saw that the dragon was circling overhead. I took aim at the dragon, hearing the guard say. “Kynareth save us, here he comes again...” The rifle was fully charged as he finished talking and I fired at the dragon, hitting it under it’s chin. The dragon roared out in pain, blood leaking from it’s head. The dragon opened his mouth and breathed out fire, burning one of the guards alive. His screams of pain echoed around the Western Watchtower. I had already pulled the bolt back and took aim again by the time the guard was lit ablaze, the rifle fully charged as the man's screams of pain finally ended.

I took aim at one of it’s wings and fired, hitting it right now the joint and blowing it’s wing clean off. The dragon fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, leaving a large trail of upturned dirt as it plunged itself into the ground. I pulled back the bolt once more and took aim, but had to take cover as the dragon wildly shot flames in front of it, lighting the ground and foliage on fire. I took aim at the beast, in three seconds the rifle fully charged, and fired, hitting it right in the neck. It choked out a cry of pain and blasted more fire, hitting two guards that were charging forward at it, before the dragon started coughing blood up. I pulled the bolt back and fired again, hitting it in the side of the head.

The creature roared in pain once more and started swinging his tail around, hitting Irileth and sending her flying, as well as snapping a guard in half as it closed it’s jaws around the guard. I took aim and fired once more, this one hitting it right in the eye, blinding it. It roared out in pain once more and tried breathing fire once more, only to breath out a large amount of blood, coating the ground in the crimson water. I pulled the bolt back once more and took aim, waiting three seconds. The dragon turned to me and looked me straight in the eyes, before I took the shot, the bullet hitting him right between the eyes. It let out a choked cry of pain and death as it crumpled to the ground, ultimately dead. The body stayed prone for a while, and I finally came out of my cover and walked up to it, kicking it to make sure it was dead. All of the sudden, the dragons skin started burning, and a large torrent of energy blasted into me. It continued to blast into me, nearly lifting me off of my feet, until I felt myself black out from the amount of power it had. I felt myself crumple to the ground, and the rifle fall from my hands. The last thing I heard consciously was that one of the guards said “Dragonborn” and that Irileth said “Pick him and his stuff up, and get him to the castle.” before my brain shut down and I fell into unconsciousness.

I heard the crackling of fire, the unmistakable voice of the Jarl, Irileth, and Farengar. I opened my eyes and found myself in a bed. I shot out of the bed, seeing that I still had my armor on, but my weapons, packs, and dispenser was sitting next to the bed. I kicked the blanket off of me and got out of the bed.

“Ah, you’re awake. Irileth told me everything.” The Jarl’s voice said. I looked up and saw that he was standing in the doorway of the room.

“Where am I?” I asked him.

“After you absorbed the dragons soul and knowledge, you blacked out from the power given to you by this dragon. The rest of the guards and Irileth carried you into the castle and I gave you a room to stay in until you awoke.” He explained. I grabbed all of my stuff and followed him out.

“I didn’t know what happened. I defeated the dragon and was checking to make sure it was dead when it’s skin started burning and I was hit with some sort of energy. After I absorbed it, I just blacked out.” I said, scratching my head.

“You defeated the dragon and absorbed his soul.” He said simply, before I noticed that we were in the throne room again.

“You’re... Dragonborn...” One of the guards said.

“Dragonborn? What’s that?” I asked.

“The Dragonborn is said to be the ultimate dragon slayer. It is said that the Dragonborn can defeat a dragon and steal it’s soul.” The guard said.

“ Interesting.” I said, scratching my chin.

“You should be able to channel your essence into a Thu’um, or Shout.” The Jarl informed me. I searched my head for a Thu’um and thought of the word I heard in Bleak Falls Barrow. I readied myself and yelled

“FUS!” A wall of clearish blue energy erupted from me, striking the wall and cracking it. I staggered slightly, and saw that everyone was staring at me.

“That’s awesome.” I said. The Jarl sat on his throne, looking at the now cracked wall from my power of the Shout.

“You’ve done a great service for me and my city, Dragonborn. By my right as Jarl, I name you Thane of Whiterun. It’s the greatest honor that’s within my power to grant. I give you this from my armory to serve as a badge of office.” He said. A guard stepped forward and gave me a ring.

“This ring will allow you to absorb an opponents health, stamina, and magicka, as well as deal fire, ice, and shock damage to them.” (It has two enchantments. One for absorbing health, stamina, and magicka, and one for chaos damage. Very useful.) The Jarl said. As I touched the ring, a swirling purple vortex appeared above the throne, just like in the RED spawn room. The portal started sucking everything in, causing people to grab onto tables, pillars, and chairs. I sighed and felt myself get sucked into the vortex, the portal closing immediately behind me and sending me to another universe or something.

I felt my feet touch ground and looked around, seeing me in the middle of some city street that’s abandoned. Well, mostly abandoned. I saw two guys fighting in the middle of the street, wearing ridiculous costumes. Both looked very buff, one wearing yellow and black, while the other wore blue and black. Masks covered both of their faces, revealing their eyes. They both were staring at each other, both in ninja like poses, before the yellow and black one threw something at the blue one. It was some sort of rope with a spearhead on the end of it.

“GET OVER HERE!” He yelled as he pulled the blue guy towards him. As he pulled the rope from the blue guys chest, he punched him three times then roundhouse kicked him. The guy went flying across the street before getting up. The blue guy started running at the yellow guy, before uppercutting him into the air, sending him flying back ten feet and slamming into the ground. The blue guy growled as he charged, before punching the yellow guy three times then kicking him four times, sending him flying away down the street. The yellow guy landed about five feet in front of me, and I just moved to the side as the blue guy shot a bolt of ice out of his hands and freezing the yellow guy. He then ran up to the yellow guy and punched him six times in the face and kicked him four times, sending the yellow guy flying past me.

“Danger!” A deep voice said. The yellow guy got up and saw the blue guy running towards him again, and somehow summoned a black void and jumped through it, only to appear behind the blue guy and kicking him in the back, flipping in the air five times then landing on his feet. He shot the rope from his hands again, catching the blue guy once more, before punching him ten times in the face and roundhouse kicking the blue guy. The blue guy got up and started running towards the yellow guy, but the yellow guy did a sweeping kick and caught the blue guy off guard. He got up quickly and uppercutted the blue guy, sending him flying up. He then started sprinting and roundhouse kicked the blue guy as he came back down, sending him flying.

“Danger!” The deep voice said again. The yellow guy ignored the voice and used the harpoon again, catching the guy and pulling him towards him. He uppercutted him once more.

“Scorpion wins!” The deep voice said, before the yellow guy, presumably Scorpion, clapped his hands together and bowed.

“Bunch of fucking nutjobs. There’s nobody there.” I muttered. The blue guy got up and the two men stared at each other once more.

“Round two. Fight!” The deep voice said. The blue guy started running immediately, punching Scorpion four times before kicking him away. He shot another bolt of ice towards Scorpion, freezing him. He started running towards him and did the same combo, sending him flying down to the end of the street. He shot a block of ice into the air, before the ice came down immediately on Scorpion, freezing him again. The man started running again before jumping over the frozen man, which somehow is staying in mid air, and uppercutting him, sending him back down the street. Scorpion got up and used his harpoon rope thing, but the blue man jumped over it, before charging into him and roundhouse kicking him down the street.

“Danger!” The deep voiced man said. Scorpion got up quickly and started charging at the blue guy, and the blue guy jumped backwards, only to freeze in mid air.

“The fuck?” I said. The yellow guy continued running and tried uppercutting the frozen man, only to freeze himself, the blue man appearing right in front of Scorpion. He roundhouse kicked Scorpion, sending him to the ground quickly.

“Flawless victory! Sub-Zero wins!” The voice said. Sub-Zero raised an arm into the air, before turning back to Scorpion, who jumped up like nothing happened to him.

“Round three. Fight!” The voice said. They both started running at each other, and Scorpion lashed out at Sub-Zero. Sub-Zero jumped over the punch and uppercut him from behind, sending him into the air. He shot a ball of ice forward again, catching Scorpion as he was falling, freezing him in mid air once more. He ran forward and punched the ice, freeing Scorpion, before punching him ten times in the face and sweeping his legs from under him. He then uppercutted Scorpion, sending him flying away once more. Scorpion summoned the black void once more, before jumping through and kicking Sub-Zero in the back, flipping four times in the air, landing on his feet, then roundhouse kicking Sub-Zero, sending him flying. Sub-Zero got up once more and shot a ball of ice at Scorpion, but Scorpion jumped over it and did a flying kick to Sub-Zero, hitting him in the chest and sending him sprawling across the ground. Scorpion lashed out with the harpoon rope thing, catching Sub-Zero as he got up, pulling him towards him, before uppercutting him.

“Danger!” The voice said. Sub-Zero got up and shot a block of ice into the sky, and Scorpion took that opportunity to run forward and end Sub-Zero. Sub-Zero looked at Scorpion then froze, and Scorpion realized that too late as he ran into the ice doppelganger, freezing him. Sub-Zero then punched him five times then kicked him three times, sending him flying away.

“Danger!” the voice called out again. The two looked at eachother, then charged, except it ended just as it began. Scorpion lashed out too early and Sub-Zero leaped over it, then uppercutted him. Scorpion hit the ground and got up, only to become dizzy and start hobbling. Sub-Zero walked towards him, before grabbing his head... and ripping it clean from his body, his spine still attached to the skull, then held it up for everyone to see.

“Fatality! Sub-Zero wins!” The voice said, then started cackling. Sub-Zero dropped the head and looked to the sky, then the ground beneath him disappeared, revealing a cobbled bottomless pit with bloody spikes at the end. Sub-Zero started spinning in mid air, trying to stop his descent, but was in vain as he finally slammed into the spikes, ultimately ending his life because of the spike protruding from the middle of his chest.

“This is fucking weird...” I said, before the swirling vortex appeared, sucking me up and spitting me out somewhere else. I felt my feet touch the ground once more and looked around, finding myself in a dirty back alley. I heard something that sounded like a zombie and sighed.

“Great... More fucking zombies...” I said, walking out of the alley. That is, until I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned around and saw a man kneeling down in the middle of a crater. He got up and I got a look at him. He was wearing a black jacket over a white shirt, a hood covering his head, a pair of jeans and a pair of gray tennis shoes. His skin was pale and his eyes had a sickly gray tinting around them and he had light blue eyes.

“I see your potential...” He said, before quickly running up to me. To me, it looked like he almost teleported, and he picked me up, using only one hand. I dropped the dispenser and tried prying the guys hand from my throat, but his grip was iron and I couldn’t pull him off. I quickly unsheathed one of my blades and cut his arm off. He dropped me and I lay on the ground, coughing as I swallowed precious air. I picked up the dispenser once more before setting it down and pulling off the second blade, both glowing brightly. I looked at the guy, expecting to see him recoiling from me or something, but he had a smirk on his face, and his arm was completely fine. I looked at the arm on the ground, only to see it disappear in a mass of black and red tendrils.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked aloud, backing up. The man walked forward, and I lashed out with my blades, cutting his arm down the middle, splitting his arm in two. The arm just rebuilt itself, and he reached out again. I ran towards him and stabbed him with both of the blades, expecting him to die from the two blades plunged into his stomach, only for him to grab both blades and rip him out of his own stomach, with me still attached to both blades.

“Yes... You’ll do nicely...” He said, before his left arm was encircled in the red and black tendrils. When they disappeared, his arm was turned into a giant clawed hand, the claws being literal blades. He grabbed me once more and stabbed me through the stomach. I coughed in pain as the claw tore into my torso, thankfully not hitting anything vital, and felt him pull out of my stomach. Blood quickly dripped from my stomach, but I lashed out once more, catching him in the side of the face. I dropped to my knees and started crawling towards the dispenser, seeing the faint blue trail hit me and start trying to repair the damage done.

“Interesting machine you have there...” He said in mild surprise. I tried saying something, only to start coughing up blood.

“The fuck did you do to me?” I coughed out, leaning against the dispenser.

“Oh, you’ll see when you wake up. I don’t like spoiling surprises.” He said smugly.

“How about I cut that stupid grin off of your face once I’m up?” I growled at him, finally able to stand and look him in the face.

“That’s not very nice...” He said in a mocking shocked tone.

“Neither is stabbing a man in his stomach and leaving him to die.” I spat at him. I pulled out a throwing knife and threw it at him with as much strength as I could muster at the moment. I watched as the knife plunged into his chest.

“How many weapons do you have?” He asked, pulling the blade from his chest and tossing it at me. The blade bounced off of the ground and slid to my knees. I picked up the blade and just pocketed it, seeing how it wouldn’t do much good. I could feel myself blacking out.

“MERCER! WHERE ARE YOU?!” A loud voice called out angrily.

“Well, I have to go. It’s been fun...” The man said, before I heard his footsteps trailing away. The swirling vortex opened up underneath me and I heard his footsteps stop.

“Strange... What’s happening?” He asked.

“I’m leaving. I’m... leaving...” I said, gripping the two blades tightly as me and the dispenser as I sunk into the ground. I felt myself slowly drifting to unconsciousness, and I felt my knees hit the floor. I looked around, seeing myself in the Canterlot throne room, with Celestia, Luna, and someone that looked similar to Luna, all looking at me. I chuckled, before sliding off of the dispenser and hitting the ground, the blades and armor clattering onto the ground as I fell.

“Well sister. It seems that we have some...” Celestia’s voice said, except it was a higher pitch than what I remembered. The rest of the words were garbled as my breathing slowed. The hum of the dispenser was all I heard as I drifted into unconsciousness.

AN: Four teleportations in this chapter, as well as him getting home? NOPE! Stay tuned for the next chapter to see what universe he’s been dragged into, and yes, next chapter he will be returning to the Equestria that knows him.