Seven long weeks had passed since Zecora had visited Morrigan at the castle, and since then, Morrigan had undergone an intense training regimen under the Zebra. They had become close in that time, Zecora learning of Morrigan’s plight and how she came to this blighted world, and Morrigan in turn learning even more about the new world around her.

Morrigan was happy to have someone around to remind her she wasn’t alone, but at the same time, she still wished, nay, longed, to see another human again. She missed her family, her friends, but she knew there was no getting them back. Death was not something one could cheat. She had learned that years ago, and even if it meant getting them back, she did not want to see them put through that kind of pain.

These thoughts and more swirled in Morrigan’s head as she lay in her bed, the one she had found on her first day in this horrible world. She stared up at the ceiling, it’s night sky murals simply making her feel more lost and alone. She sighed deeply and turned over, resolving to get some sleep for another day of training.

*thunk* “Ow!” Morrigan exclaimed after something hard fell on her head. She saw a small rock skitter to a stop on the ground from the corner of her eye.

‘Even the damn rocks of this world are out to get me. Great,’ Morrigan thought angrily as she sat up on the bed.

She reached down to the rock and then got ready to fling it out the open window across from her bed before she was stopped by something she did not expect.

“I’m not really much for giving speeches.” Morrigan froze at the voice that suddenly spoke up. “I don’t like stating absolutes. Things can change, people can change, and those changes can make it so that anything I state now may be completely wrong in the future.” Morrigan looked around frantically for the voice. “So I’ll just say this.” She then looked down at the rock and saw it was pulsing a dull red, and her eyes widened. “I am the dragon known as Baelor. Should you need my help, ask, and I’ll hear it. Should you like to visit though, toss this stone into the air, gather your courage, and catch it. I look forward to seeing those that catch the stone.”

Morrigan stared down at the stone that rested in her palm for a few moments in dumbfounded stupor.

“Uhhh…” she droned out dumbly. “Am I going insane after all this bullshit or did I just hear a rock talk to me?” she wondered aloud.

The rock continued to sit there, for its message had been delivered, and it felt no inclination to do any more out of the ordinary for a rock. Morrigan turned it over in her palm a few times, before she jokingly asked the rock, “Hey, Baller-or-whatever, mind telling me why your rock just spoke to me? Maybe come here like a man and explain face to face?”

The rock pulsed red again with a sort of high pitched whine for a few seconds before something to Morrigan’s left appeared. Some sort of pulsing rift or something was glowing in the corner of her room.

Then, to Morrigan’s surprise, something came out of the portal… and then immediately tripped and skidded across the floor on its neck and chin.

“Urgh…” The creature groaned in slight pain. “Now I know why everyone jumps through. It’s got some kind of rim on it.” Morrigan thought she heard it mutter.

“What. The. Fuck?!” Morrigan screeched.

The dragon winced and lifted its head up and looked directly at her with its amber eyes. “You okay there?” It asked her.

“OHOHO FUCK NO!” Morrigan jumped out of her bed and immediately started throwing any object she could find at what she thought was a Beast.

“WHOA-! HEY-! NO-! HEY-! STOP-! EEEE-! SHIT-!” The beast yiped as it dodged each of the objects she threw at it.

Morrigan pulled herself out of her initial panic and grabbed her cane and slashed at the beast with it.

“Fuck!” It cussed as it managed to roll backwards and away from her first slash. It stood up and reared up on its hind legs, spreading them apart. Morrigan went to slash again but a flash of silver and a hard, painful impact with her hand knocked the cane out of her grip.

“Alright, that’s it. Knock that the fuck off!” The beast ordered, he pulled back on a chain of some sort and it wrapped itself back around his front claw and forearm.

“Fuck you! I’m not letting some overgrown lizard eat me!” Morrigan retorted, making a dash for the Split Axe.

She’d only taken one step before she jerked to a halt from having ice encompass her legs and lower torso.

“Okay, one, I’m not going to eat you. Two, I take offense that you think I would. Three, you’re not that skilled at fighting so you wouldn’t be able to stop me if I did want to eat you, which I don’t. And four, chill out, pun intended,” The dragon listed off as he settled back down onto four legs.

“And why should I trust you?” Morrigan growled.

The dragon deadpanned. “You’re encased up to your waist in ice and I haven’t done anything else to you yet. Is that enough proof that you can trust me to not kill you? Cause I’d like to be able to talk to you without having to hold you down and restrain you,” He asked her.

“Only if you let me go,” Morrigan told him.

“Okay, I can do that. But you have to also promise to not immediately try to kill me again.” The dragon compromised.

Morrigan grunted, but the dragon took that as a sign of cooperation, and then the ice just dissipated into air, allowing her to stand upright on her own. She shivered as the ice left her body, but crossed her arms all the same.

“So, who are you? And what are you doing here?” she asked him guardedly.

The dragon sighed in relief. “My name is Baelor, and I’m a dragon… probably not too hard to figure that out for yourself though. And as for what I’m doing here; you summoned me with my token.” He stated simply.

“I did?” Morrigan blinked at this.

“Yeah, you did. My token is a kind of plain looking rock, and it should have given you a kind of quick speech about who I am and how you can summon me for help, etcetera-etcetera,” Baelor explained.

“Huh.” Morrigan said simply, remembering the talking rock again.

“Not to mention I heard you on my own world right before you summoned me. I’m not sure whether to be flattered you thought my name was “Baller”, or offended that you screwed it up that bad,” Baelor added while he gave a smirk.

“Yeah, well… I’m a douche,” Morrigan pointed out as she relaxed her stance more. “Anyway, what was that about me not being trained to fight?”

“I was trying to get you to stop attacking me. Although, in hindsight, telling someone “hey, I could have killed you already if I wanted to” in order to calm them down is a pretty bad way to go about it,” He answered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with a claw.

“Yeah… that definitely didn’t help things, even if you didn’t say it that bluntly the first time,” Morrigan conceded. Baelor’s willingness to converse started to get her to calm down somewhat. Then something he said registered to her. “Wait… you heard me on “your world?” You mean that there’s more out there besides just Earth and wherever we are now?” She asked him in surprise.

He tilted his head to one side in thought. “... I’m guessing that you’re not familiar with the Multiverse Theory?” He asked her.

“Multiverse? Well, yeah, I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really remember the specifics,” Morrigan admitted.

“It’s an idea someone came up with that every choice or possibility exists in parallel or alternate timelines. And that most ideas and stories that people come up with are just feedback from those alternate worlds leaking into our own world and into our minds. So things like comic books, movies, cartoons, they all exist at some place or some time all across the multiverse,” Baelor explained.

Morrigan took a moment to file this info away for later. “So how do you fit into this? You said I summoned you with your token. How did you manage to do that?” Morrigan asked him.

Baelor shrugged, or what looked like one from his quadrupedal stance. “Overall, I didn’t have much control over that. I used one of my abilities to make the message for my token, but someone else sent it out into the void. And then it just gets duplicated and dropped into other people’s worlds at random. If someone invokes the summon, like you did, a rift opens up near me, and I just step through… or at least that’s how it happened with you. Whatever higher power is in charge of the summons might decide to do something different every time for the lulz for all I know.” He added with an unsure frown.

Morrigan shook her head in puzzlement. “But why is this stuff happening? What’s the point? Why did this happen to me?” She asked him, clenching her fist in frustration.

His face morphed into one of sympathy. “I know. I’ve asked myself those questions hundreds of times already. The best idea I can come up with is that we were just unlucky enough to be picked out by Void Dwellers and tossed into these worlds to become Displaced.” Baelor empathized.

“Void Dwellers? Displaced? What?” Morrigan was becoming more confused by the second.

“Void Dwellers are… things, that exist in the space between the timelines and worlds: The Void. Stronger ones are able to pluck people or objects from different worlds and move them to other ones. And that’s what we are. People that have been moved from our own world and dropped into another. Displaced to another world,” He explained patiently.

“Wait, so does that mean that you’re… used to be-?”

“Human? Yes. And I got turned into a dragon when I got displaced,” Baelor said, guessing at what she was asking.

Morrigan put a gloved hand to her forehead before needing to sit on her bed. This was a lot of information, and none of it was encouraging. “Is there any chance of me getting home?” She murmured.

“It’s possible.” Morrigan looked up at Baelor. “I’ve heard of some Displaced that managed to get back to their own world. But they also had a lot of things working in their favor as well. Usually they have large amounts of magic or are just turned into something that can traverse between timelines when they’re Displaced. But most Displaced don’t manage to get back to their own world.” He told her.

Morrigan drooped down in disappointment.

“Hey, don’t give up hope on it just yet. From how you’re reacting to everything, I’d take a guess that you only just recently got Displaced. Am I right?” Baelor asked her. She nodded. “Then that means you’re better off compared to most other Displaced. A lot of us end up getting stuck in stone or imprisoned for a thousand years, so we just kind of give up on going back after that because we just have nothing to go back to at the point we’re freed.” He said in an attempt to keep her thinking positive.

Morrigan sighed. “Okay.” She said in response. “Then… What was your story? Did you play with a bad dragon dildo or some shit?” Morrigan asked with a small grin.

Baelor glanced away. “... Let’s just say I wasn’t bored while I was trapped, and leave it at that.” He answered cryptically, his body language seeming to say that he doesn’t want to talk about it. Then he seemed to shake it off and focused back on her. “So, does this mean you’re willing to trust me now?” He asked her. She tilted her head back and forth in thought.

“Well, kinda. A bit hard since you’ve been staring at me like a perv the whole time we’ve talked,” she said, gesturing to the fact he was staring right at her chest. “Seriously, I know dragons have big libidos, but control it, please. I have standards.” She said with a small smirk.

Baelor deadpanned at her. “I’ve been a dragon for probably fifty times longer than I’ve been a human. I’m not even sure whether things like that on a human even stir things like that in me anymore.” He replied. She stared right back at him. After a short while, she pointed to her face.

“Eyes are up here. Seriously, you’re still staring at my chest. Whether you feel like that or not, you’re still staring. It’s uncomfortable, dude. I may be hot as hell and wearing night clothes, but seriously,” she told him.

Baelor shook his head a bit. “Sorry. Old habit from fighting. I’m not used to making eye contact with others.” He told her, finally looking up into her eyes.

Morrigan quirked a brow up. “Why’s that?” She asked.

“Because the eyes are the gateway into the soul,” He answered. “Staring into another person’s eyes may end up making you get lost in them while they take the time to take advantage of your distraction.” He explained.

Morrigan blinked. “I’m not sure if you’re going all Souls fan on me or are complimenting my eyes and hitting on me.” She chuckled. “Either way it’s kinda cute.”

Baelor frowned. “I’m not doing either of those. And that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Staring into another’s eyes is dangerous, for various reasons that are just hard to explain.” Baelor warned her.

She stared right back at him for a bit, before bursting out laughing, holding her sides. “Oh, oh my God, you’re serious! Fuck, man, that whole spiel was a joke! I was playing you the whole time! My God you’re priceless!” she laughed harder, falling to her back.

Baelor blinked, then lightly facepalmed with a sigh. “Well I’m so very glad me trying to give you advice is so amusing to you.” He said sarcastically.

Morrigan continued to laugh for a bit longer before calming down.

“Got that out of your system?” Baelor asked with a wry grin.

“Hehe, yeah. Thanks. I really needed that after everything I’ve been through,” Morrigan thanked him.

“Laughter is a great stress reliever,” Baelor responded with a nod.

“So, what do you plan to do now that you’re here?” Morrigan asked him.

“Well, if you’d let me, I’d be perfectly fine with helping you out with whatever you need for now. Then, when you’re ready, I’ll just head home. Or to be more specific, you’ll send me home with the sentence “Baelor, our contract is complete” and whatever force drives the use of tokens and summons will pull me through a rift back to my own world.” He instructed.

“Huh. Well, I could use a bit of help with a lot of things, really. For one, my fighting style and stuff, of course. For the others… Mostly how the hell to use the tools that Zecora gave me. Ya know, Hunters tools and all that, for making stuff. From Bloodborne,” Morrigan told him. “Any ideas on how to get a Blood Gem to not slip all the time or break when you try to infuse it into a weapon? Or how the hell I’m supposed to etch runes into my damn mind?”

Baelor shrugged. “Best way I know on how to learn to use things you’re given as a Displaced is to just experiment until something works. It eventually starts working for us one way or another.” Baelor answered.

“Dude,” Morrigan said, giving him a dead stare. “This is fucking Bloodborne, the shit that was inspired by H.P. Lovecraftian horror. Me making a mistake could almost definitely mean I go insane, or I get ripped between the Nightmare dimensions and reality. I am not going to just fiddle with it until I know what I’m doing. If I have to force you to do it yourself so I don’t die, I will, because, to be fair, I just met you.”

Baelor sighed patiently. “I don’t really know what to tell you. I may have played the game a long time ago, but I don’t recall all the details about it. I’m not even sure if the “respawn” system when you die works here. This is real life after all, not a game. If you die here, you could die for good for all we know. But,there is one thing I do know for certain.”He paused in thought. She quirked a brow.

“Wassat?” she asked.

“Every world one of the Displaced is sent to is always a version of Equestria. A world from the TV show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and-oh come on! It’s not that funny!” Baelor tells her as she bursts out into laughter again.

“Bitch it’s hilarious!” she said, before noticing that his tail was moving around a bit, like he was irritated. She idly stared at it in silent curiosity before seeing him looking at her with a bit of annoyance. “What? You stared at my boobs, so I’m staring at your ass. Fair game, dude.”

“Alright. I suppose that’s fair. I didn’t expect you to actually be interested in something that walks on four legs though. My mistake.” He said to her with half-lidded eyes, a small smirk grew on his face.

She blinked then blushed, and suddenly kicked him in the side. “Sh-Shut up, pervert, I don’t roll that way.”

He just burst out laughing. “I know. But turnabout’s fair play.” He told her while chuckling. She blushed more, grumbling to herself.

“Fucking stupid semi-sexy dragon…” she grumbled, crossing her arms.

Baelor didn’t look like he heard her. “Anyway, getting back on topic. All Displaced get sent to a version of Equestria, whether it mirrors how the show goes, or is drastically changed to fit into another genre, like Bloodborne,” He said with a nod at her threaded cane off to the side. “So that means that you’re going to encounter elements from both of them, be they enemies, friends, or events that occur. And that means that everything you think you might know about Bloodborne, may not actually apply here. Things might have developed differently over the course of this world’s history.” He explained to her, getting back to his neutral/serious face. She hummed in thought.

“Well, that explains the beasts that Zecora told me about that I’d never heard of. Like the Bloodstalker Shriek. It’s like a Shriek from Dragon Age, but it flings poisonous blood at you with it’s claws, and can smell a living animal or biped or what have you from apparently miles away. And they move quickly and quietly,” Morrigan shivered. “The images were not pretty.”

Baelor nodded. “Equestria is usually filled with creatures from both myth and fantasy, so this world is sure to have a lot more monsters that will come at you in the wilderness.” He looked down in thought. “Come to think of it… it might be really bad if guys like Tirek turn into beasts.” He added.

“Tirek? He honestly sounds like a hunk with that name,” she noted idly, then promptly spared a glance to Baelor’s ass and back to his face.

Baelor rolled his eyes at her comment. “I’d suggest you avoid him. He was sealed in Tartarus in the original show for a reason, and almost managed to take over Equestria too. The only reason he lost was because of the fact that the show was geared towards little girls, so the writers had to write in another deus ex machina to beat him.”

Morrigan blinked. “Huh. Sounds neat. Bloodborne did something similar, though it wasn’t a deus ex. Basically, you eat three umbilical cords, you become immune to a Great One’s mind control, and then you fight it and kill it, then become one yourself.”

Baelor nodded. “Yeah. I remember that. Moon Presence is what it was called, I think. But Tirek, when he was beaten, topped anything I saw in Bloodborne in terms of raw power. The largest thing I remember fighting in Bloodborne was Amygdalla. And Tirek was easily twice or even thrice as big as it, and also had magic blasts that made an Amygdalla’s beam attack look like a laser pointer. The only upside to Tirek is the fact that he’s only able to become that strong by absorbing all the magic from every living thing in Equestria, including the five beings that can be considered gods. Four alicorns and a draconnequs.” Baelor described.

“Well… Shit, scaly-fo-drooly,” she said. She noted then that she was still in her nightgown, which was borrowed from Zecora and thus, covered little and left little to the imagination. She blushed at this. “IIIn the meantime, I’mma change.” As she left, he smelt a flowery yet sweaty aroma in the air.

Morrigan heard Baelor sniff the air and turned her head to see him staring at the wet spot on her bed. Then he looked up at her with widened eyes, back to her bed, and then back up at her. Then he silently stood up, and walked out of the room.

Morrigan gave a small giggle at this. ‘Awww. He didn’t point it out. He’s such a gentleman… gentledragon.’ She thought to herself.

She changed into her gear quickly, then walked out into the room outside to see him standing outside. He turned to look at her when she stepped out. “So… what else do you need help with?” He asked her, no sign of his previous flustered state showing.

“You mentioned something about me not being able to take you on in a fight. If you’re so confident, why don’t you try teaching me what you know?” Morrigan asked.

Baelor looked upwards in thought, then nodded. “Alright. I’m going to need to take a few days to go over the basics of using free-swinging weapons like my whips or your threaded cane, but after that, I’m going to need to leave. I’m worried how the others back in my world are reacting with me gone. I kind of left with no warning.” He told her.

“Great! Thanks for this Baelor,” Morrigan thanked him with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it… uh… huh. I… never actually got your name. Sorry about that,” He noted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with one of his wing talons.

Morrigan laughed. “Yeah, hard to get my name when I’m screwing with your head!” She said. “It’s Morrigan.” She introduced.

Baelor smiled thankfully. “It’s nice to meet you Morrigan.” He held out his claw. “And for future reference, feel free to just call me Bael.” He told her.

Morrigan shook his claw. “Alright, Bael, let’s get to work then.” She said with a smirk.

Author's Notes:

Bit of a short two-part crossover with Falx_of_Lume. Give 'im a look, he's pretty cool.

I tried my best to make sure this didn't mess up the flow of the story, hopefully it's good enough.