EquineKiin

by Youcannoterasethepast

Rating: teen
Tags: Big Macintosh, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover
Length: 7095

When a legend is transported into a new world in the midst of his greatest moment, how does the dragonborn adapt to his new life? (2nd person. Gender, name, race, and fighting style are up to you)

The World Eater has tricked you. When you had supposedly killed him, and took his soul, he had teleported himself to a new world and took you with him. You, thinking the great evil dead, set off towards a small town on the horizon, hating the introduction I made you.
(I am awful at titles and descriptions. If your wondering, the name, race, and fighting style is never set in stone. Though, because there are some fighting scenes, [mage attacks are in brackets], {and warrior attacks in these things}. Unfortunately, I couldn't make a decent story without having a base alignment, so Dovahkiin is a middle-of-the-road kind of guy. On an unrelated note, please be constructive in your criticism)

Published 2013-05-09 00:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-14 19:11:57 UTC

It's Super Effective!

One more attack you think, as hit the demonic dragon with a [lightning bolt] {arrow}. You watch as the great dragon falls from the starry sky of Sovngarde. You step closer to Alduin's limp body. Your feelings of pride were interrupted, when the great dragon rose. You inhale deeply, getting ready to interrupt his Fire Breath with Unrelenting Force, when you notice a glow in the center of Alduin's chest.

You, and your fellow warriors, watch in great pride as the demonic dragon burned away. Alduin was saying something, but you don't really listen. Not that you could understand it, anyway. All that time in the Dark Brotherhood, The Thieves guild, [The Mage's College,] The Army, and The Companions has at last led up to this triumphant moment in history.

You collapse on the ground, feeling pride wash over you like a wave, almost drowning you. By the gods, I'm in the water! I really am drowning! As your head breaks the surface, you see that you had left Sovngarde and wound up in a medium-sized pond outside a small town. An orange and brown elder dragon bursts out of the water behind you, but it's thankfully not Alduin. Feeling exhausted from the fight, and not wanting more trouble or less potions of stamina, you go back under until the beating of wings is well beyond earshot.

You cautiously poke your eyes above the water and do a 360. The good news:the dragon is nowhere in sight. The bad news: The small town on the horizon is on fire, and the dragon is back in sight.

"Stendarr help them!" you shout as you scramble out of the water. As you fly out of the pond, you note that [you still have your robes and Morokei] {you still have your full daedric}. As you near the town, dripping wet and muddy, you ruefully drink a few stamina potions, and {Instinctively draw your weapon} [ready yourself with one hand ready to throw ice spears and the other waiting to summon a Daedra]. You at last reach the town. As you rush by the sign, it seems to say "Bomyville" Bomy is probably the surname of the mayor you think subconsciously.

You stop dead in your tracks and look up, searching the night sky for the giant reptile causing this trouble. You see him swoop down and land on a large, cylindrical building in the center of town.Wasting no time, you load him up with {arrows} [ice,waiting for a chance to summon your daedra]. The moment you see an indication he is about to take off, you hit the beast with dragonrend "Joor Zah Frul"  and Relentlessly fire {arrows} [ice] into his scaly hide. You land a perfect shot in the foot, causing the dragon to tumble down off the building and onto the cobblestone floor. You take this chance to [Summon your Daedra and] cut up the dragon's wings before it can get up.

It quickly gets up and swings its tail, knocking you into the building it just fell from. You slowly peel yourself from the wall, since it had caved in around you but you didn't go through it. Suddenly, you have a thought that could easily have come from Julianos himself: Play dead.

You go limp, playing it off like gravity had separated you from the wall. {Knowing only a daedra could see through the eternal shadows of the helmet, you keep your eyes open and on the dragon, waiting for his tail to face you.} [You have played dead under the dragon priest's mask on numerous occasions, so you know keeping your eyes open and on the dragon is a safe bet.]  After what seems like an eternity, the dragon spins quickly around to face a small purple horse with a single horn protruding from its head.

You spring up onto your feet and launch yourself on the dragon's scaly back, giving it all you got. From your vantage point atop the dragon, you see from the corner of your eye the dragon was facing 5 other brightly colored horses, some of which with horns and wings. One even had a rainbow atop its head. The brightly colored ponies watched in awe at the sudden newcomer, the likes of which they had never seen.

At last, the dragon falls limp, as you did when playing dead. Only, you know this time its not a trick for you to drop your guard, when you see the very essence of the dragon burning away and floating gracefully into the air. You hop off and stand among the horses, preparing to receive the soul.

As the last of the dragon's essence burned away from the skeleton and floated in the air, a power fills you, making you feel all the grief, rage, happiness, and pride this dragon had ever felt in its entire life, quickly followed by being uncomfortably warm for a few moments. You take a deep breath, wondering what knowledge of what word will come to you. Nir rushes through your mind. Hunt, Aura whisper. You remember finding it in Volunruud, both as you, and the dragon. You remember as the dragon all your times using it: hiding from dragon hunters, finding your commander, soaring above skyrim in search of your next victim. It takes every scrap of your conscious knowledge to remember these aren't your memories

You turn to the purple horse, who seemed to be the smartest and the leader. You clear your throat, take off your {helmet} [mask],  and say slowly "I am lost, need to find home. Skyrim home. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly" It replied irritably.

Skyrim Glossary:

Sovngarde: Nordic heaven

Stendarr: God of mercy and justice

Julianos: God of wisdom and logic

Volunruud: A dragon priest burial chamber, where you find a word in aura whisper.

Just a reminder: [mage specialties], {warrior specialties}

From Strange to... Jail.

You are slightly taken aback by the talking horse. You had assumed they were sentient by their modern-style buildings, but nothing could have prepared you to hear one talk!

"Am I dead? Have I died in the battle with alduin and now i am amongst the land of legends?" You ask.

The horse seems to be suppressing a laugh as she answers, confusing you even more "No, you're in equestria. The most peaceful country in all of Equus"

"...You mean Nirn, or is Equus the name of the continent?"

"No, I... mean Equus" The mare was at least confused, which made you feel like less of a mudcrab-brain.

A pink mare with a curled mane gasped loudly, "Are you a space alien!? I've always wanted to meet another space alien! Do you have any cool alien gadgets? I love cool Alien gadgets!"

You and the purple mare stared at the pink mare as she rambled on about aliens and gadgets, breaking the fourth wall from time to time.

At last you interrupt her "May I ask your names?"

They list off their names. Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity.

Twilight is the next one to ask questions "Before you go on your way to... skyrim, can I ask you a few questions, starting off with your name... and what exactly you are?"

"I am (name), As for what i am, I am a (race)." You decide to try to sound as impressive as possible "And I am a legend. I am Dovahkiin, the last one seen in over 500 years, savior of Sovngarde and all of Nirn. I am a master of the way of the voice, and Great {warrior} [mage] under the endless wisdom and teaching of experience"

Or at least, that's what you were about to say, before being slammed into by what could at the time only be described as a moving red and yellow mountain. Whatever it was, it sent you tumbling far enough to feel almost impressed. When you at last stop rolling away like a discarded cabbage, you stand and face your opponent. It was another miniature horse, only this one was sturdy, like a skyrim horse.

Again, you take another potion of stamina. With only one left after that, it almost brings a tear to your eye. You wing it on the old health issue, this pony was no match now that you were at full stamina. You inhale deeply. By now everyone behind the fourth wall probably knows what's about to happen.

"...Fus Ro Dah!"

You almost burst out laughing at the very look on the horse's face as the blue wave in the air nears him. You do burst out laughing as he tumbles back 10 times as far as you did.

What you assumed would be an easy surrender, just pissed it off. Your bitter respect for the yellow-maned stallion was steadily growing. Before it can recover from being launched back a good 100 feet, you make a break for your [Morokei] {helmet} which had flown from your grasp when you were launched.

You quickly put on your head before the stallion could reach you. You notice something in its eyes. This horse was almost certainly related to Applejack. Unless you want a whole country after your head, it would be best to go easy.

A moment before it's head rams into your gut, you sidestep and stick a foot out, causing the stallion to do even more tumbling. Once again, it just pissed him off. You decide to risk it. {You pull a small dagger from its sheath} [You conjure a sword] and hold it to the horse's throat.

"I come in peace. I am not the cause of any of the burned buildings you see, i am the solution. Surrender; I am dovahkiin"

After a few moments of holding a weapon to his throat, you let go. "Please, don't interrupt negotiations" You put away the weapon and turn to the six other horses, who weren't there.

"Oh... I know what that means" you say fearfully

"In the name of the princess, stop right there!"

You slowly turn, as was the proper procedure when guards sneak up on you. Behind you were 15-20 more horses, only they were properly armed with spears and crossbows.

"You have committed crimes against equestra and her ponies. What say you in your defense?"

"The dragon destroyed the town. I killed the dragon. This guy attacked me, and i defended myself. He wouldn't stop attacking me after I launched him 100 feet with my voice, so I had to threaten him"

The guards spoke amongst themselves for a moment, then one wearing purple armor instead of gold approaches you "You are being charged with dragonslaughter, arson, and aggravated battery. You will be brought to canterlot for questioning and containment should you be found guilty"

Gods help me

Déjà vu

You look over the side of the flying carriage with great interest. It was terrifying to be arrested in a completely new world in which no one could vouch for you in prison. Hopefully, your arrest goes better this time. Last time you were arrested at this scale, dragons returned and threatened the very existence of Nirn.

You look back up, there was a grand city on the horizon, hanging off the side of a mountain. Not even solitude could compare, with this city's great white and gold spires. If only you weren't being put to death by decapitation.

Back in the courthouse, not a single lawyer had come to represent you, so doing it by yourself was a bit of a struggle. Only a few days in the Bard's College kept you talking for about... three minutes. At least you were in a familiar setting, among three other criminals, one being bound and gagged.

A "fillynaper", a thief, and your everyday psychopath (who was trying to eat his arm off through his gag) were the only company you had 300 feet above the ground. Oh... the psychopath just became the ground. You look back up, you've always hated what a splattered corpse looked like. You could [burn people alive] {stab people in the face} without a problem, but never death by fall.

The carriage at last landed in a remote part of Canterlot that was blocked by a large tower. The jury had said something about canterlot upon conviction, so the fact that this was Canterlot was only an assumption for you. You look up at the tower that was just blocking your view. You realise that it was a guard tower.

The carriage comes to a halt outside a cobblestoned area with a decapitation block and basket. The fillynaper was up first, and he didn't like that. Of course, he flew, got tackled by faster and stronger pegasi, and died. Next was the thief. You look away, the thief was a good pony, according to him he was trying to feed his family. The death of a good man and death by falling were the only two you couldn't stand.

"Next!"

You were the only one left, this time there were no dragons to save you. You lay down and rest your head on the decapitation block, which was designed for ponies who are much shorter than you.

ROOOAAAAWRR

You know that sound. It was a sound that has destroyed Skyrim and all of Sovngarde.

ROOOAAAAWRR

Alduin came into sight, never in your life had you been happier to see a dragon. Well, except Odahviing after spending hours trying to find out where to go (No? Just me?) The dragon landed atop the guard tower, and immediately did the shout you so desperately wanted to learn, where the sky rains fire. The unicorn bearing the axe that was about to chop off your head ran, as did most of the guards.

"Alduin! i shall not let you destroy yet another great city! Fus ro dah!" Being the first shout you learned, you had plenty of time to practice it. By now it could be the equivalent of a tornado to the face if you wanted. Alduin too tumbled from the tower, be he wasn't some stupid elder dragon. He spread his wings and caught the air to soften his fall. He wasted no time in getting in the air once more, wreaking havoc from a safe height whilst you launch [lightning] {arrows} at him.

You feel a burning in your stomach. You are at last ready to shout again. "Joor zah frul!' you shout, and a blue aura surrounds Alduin's torso, causing his wings to go stiff nd for him to fall head first into the tower. Once again, this isn't your everyday dragon. He got up and shook it off "Dovahkiin, while your battle on this day has been triumphant, I will return" Well, that was the rough translation. You made a point of learning the non-powered dragon language, so you could better communicate with Paarthurnax.

With that, Alduin flew away from canterlot,and hopefully wouldn't come back.

Skyrim glossary:

Odahviing: Right hand dragon of Alduin.

Paarthurnax: (spoilers!) Leader of the greybeards and ally of Dovahkiin.

Good to be back

After the fiasco at the guard tower, you were brought back to court, where lawyers were lining up to represent you for saving relatives and friends in the royal guard. You chose a stallion by the name of Terrence E. Sekt (initials!). He had represented you better than the headmaster of the Bard's College could, and the Jury ruled you free of all charges.

You've travelled all around Canterlot (It was, in fact, called Canterlot) and couldn't find anything to do. It had never occurred to you how much you rely on fighting throughout the day. You even tried bungee jumping off the side of canterlot. The enchantments that must be on that stretch of rope baffled you.

And the epic story continues

You've gotten a job as a librarian, which certainly isn't your strong suit. You just sat behind the counter reviewing your shouts and dragon tongue when a chestnut colored mare comes to you.

"Mail for... eh... Doe-vay-keen"

"Yes, thank you"

As you take the the small envelope, you feel a slight tingling in your hand. This was written with magic, so it wasn't from a pegasus or earth pony. The only unicorn you knew was your boss. Probably got fired... you think. You rip off the top and take out the contents. Why wait, it's not like you have customers lining up to read on a monday. What comes out is another envelope, only this one has a oddly familiar seal. Whoever sent you this must hate you. You rip the top off once again and what comes out is a tightly folded piece of paper. You unfold the paper and read it.

Dear Dovakeen,

you are invited to Canterlot Palace for a party in your honor. You are allowed a plus one, and any relics from your world that you would like to bring. It will be tomorrow, Hay 25th, from 3:45-7:00, Refreshments and dinner will be served. The award ceremony will be at 6:15. For any further questions, talk to Colonel J'zargo in front of the guard tower.

Yours truly,

Princess Celestia.

You break into a massive grin. If you were an honored citizen of canterlot, there wouldn't be a single employer who wouldn't hire you! You stuff the note into the pocket of your fine clothes (because the librarian wouldn't let you wear your usual equipment) and head to your boss's office. Your boss was an old green and yellow mare.

"Yes, (name)?"

"Ms. Battleborn, I am officially an honored citizen of canterlot, and I can go anywhere with my new life. I don';t need to be surrounded by these stupid books anymore!"

"Erm...what?"

"I quit!!" You take a deep breath and prepare to shout "Wuld nah kest!" You are immediately out of the office and out the door, with the power of a mighty gale pushing you all the way. As you stop, thanks to years of practice, the air pressure behind you drops drastically, allowing you to come to a more sudden and stable stop.

You felt as if a mammoth had been sitting on you since you started working in that dull old place. Now, you feel the invisible mammoth leaving you. Wait... you look around at the fresh layer of snow on the ground I left my coat at the front desk! You know you have to walk by Ms. Battleborn's office to get it back.

"What an adrenaline killer..."

You walk slowly back into the library, trying to be as unnoticed as possible. As you walk by the open doorway of Ms. Battleborn's , you see your coat on her desk, and Ms. Battleborn with a look of utmost amusement.

"I... ah... left my coat"

"Yes, I know"

You take your coat and walk quickly out of the door. You hear her laughing behind you as you put your coat on and leave the library for what is hopefully the last time.

As you open your eyes, you are almost blinded by the light overhead. You were so tired after after a night of drinking and celebration, you didn't even turn it off. You count to ten, recall the events of last night, remember your quest, and after a few more memory and comprehension exercises, you are fully awake. You feel only a dull, dull headache. Thank the (nine/eight) you aren't going to be too terribly hungover for the party in your honor.

You roll out of bed and hit your apartment floor. As you stand, you look around for your {armor} [robes and mask]. You see them hung on a hook by the door. You grab your dragonborn apparel, and quickly throw them on. You check the mirror, looking for any dents or in your {armor} [morokei] that needed fixing. You see the one you got when the chicken you're not allowed to kill attacked you in Riverwood. You grab a dagger you always kept on you and ran over it a few times to make the scratch look like it could be from something more menacing, like a horde of skeevers.

You walk out of the apartment building like you own the place, and head to work. No, wait, I quit work you forgot to cover the major events of yesterday in your morning exercises. You look at Big Bill in the center of town. It was 3:00. By the time you got to the palace, it would be about 3:15. You set off toward the guard tower, to practice archery and such.

You were about half way there, when you hear a piercing scream from an alleyway. You sprint toward the alleyway, to see see a white and purple, oddly familiar, unicorn being mugged by two stallions. You start running toward the first stallion. When the mare gasps, they turn around, but too late. {You pick one up and slam him into a wall} [You spray him with a non-lethal but painful dose of frost]. The second stallion, trembling in fear, attempts to run. Why not help him?

"Fus ro dah!" the wave of voice quickly gains and launches him out of the alleyway, and into a building on the other side of the street. Curious bystanders poke their head around the corner to see what caused it. You pick up the first stallion, who is far too {beaten} [frostbitten] to complain, and head over to the other one.

"Thank you (something that sounds similar to your name but isn't your name)!" You didn't look, but it was certainly the unicorn getting mugged. Her voice sounded familiar too.

You sling the second, unconscious stallion over your shoulder, and head to the guard tower to have them both arrested, wondering how the mare knew your name.

Party Time, Indeed!

You watch the guards escort the criminals to their small cells.

With pride you step out of the tower that nearly killed you, so long ago, and head toward the training ground. You whip out {your bow and start firing arrows at one of the targets} [your hands and launch ice spikes at one of the targets], hitting them dead center almost every time. An idea formulates, so you trudge through the thickening layer of snow toward the edge of Canterlot. You ready a [spike] {arrow} and aim it towards the far target, that wasn't supposed to be there. The architects made it 1000 yards farther than intended.

You wait for the burning in your chest, indicating another shout is ready. Almost immediately, you feel it. "Fus ro..." You let the [spike] {arrow} fly, "dah!"

The projectile flies at impossible speeds, so fast it produced a loud crack at its fastest. It flew straight through the target, and into the mountain behind it. The commotion of training soldiers and guards stops behind you, as they look at the hole in the far target. Well, it seems like you won over the guards twice today. That will certainly keep your record clean for a few months.

Dong... Dong... Dong... Ding... Ding...

3:30, time to roll.

You start toward the Canterlot palace. A good deal of the guards that were just training follow, as they were going to be guarding the guests. It felt like you were back in the civil war, surrounded by (soldiers/revolutionaries).

"Sorry for... ah... arresting you..."  You look down at the white stallion.

"No worries, it's certainly not the first time I was arrested by mistake..."

A terribly awkward silence follows you until you reach the palace. Two guards that seemed lower in ranking than the ones behind you opened the heavy mahogany doors (mahogany doors, mahogany doors) at the entrance to the palace with their magic. Before you, was a massive chamber full of classy-looking guests, and assorted cheeses.

Immediately upon walking into the room, all activity stops, and everypony stares at you. "...Eh, hello!" You say awkwardly. To your relief, the talk slowly but surely comes back, but quieter. It wouldn't take a genius to know they were talking about you. You take a seat towards the edge of the crowd, feeling more out of place than ever before. From time to time a bus pony would offer you some weird cheese you never heard of, or a small thing of caviar, or something with avocado on it.

"Attention everypony!"

You look over at the princess in front of the big window overlooking the outside of canterlot, who was flanked by Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, ... and the six ponies you saw fighting the dragon? They certainly didn't seem like the rich or important last time you met. Then again, they were the only ones fighting the dragon out of a town full of ponies.

ROOOAAAAWRR

You fly out of your seat, seeing the unmistakable shape of alduin heading for the window "Princess! Get out of there!" Too late. Alduin burst through the window, one of his horns purposely hitting the princess in the head.

"Dovahkiin!"

"Alduin!"

"I told you I was to return, but you were a fool. You didn't heed my warning, and so today you perish!"

"I beat you twice! why should you win now!?"

KEROOOOWR

A peek out the window next to you said it all, the palace was surrounded by the dragons of this world, at least three... no, four..., no, five!? "Laas Yah nir" To your horror, all of canterlot is surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of dragons. "Alduin!"

You feel rage burning through your body. You sprint towards alduin, drawing your {weapon(s)} [hands]  and grabbing onto his horns before he could react. His head immediately thrashed around, trying to throw you off.

In front of you, a lasso, wraps around the dragon's neck. You follow it down to see the six ponies from bomyville trying to bring down the dragon. Alduin swings his tail around, knocking away the pink and white mares, allowing alduin to be able to jerk his head and launch the other four away. You start {stabbing} [shocking] the dragons head, but none of the strikes got past the skull. Alduin jerk's his head up, hitting you against the ceiling and causing you to fall to the ground with a thud.

Your eyes snap open, Alduin has his mouth open in front of you, and a red glow is emanating from his throat. You do a roll, barely managing to escaped the stream of fire. A second stream narrowly misses your cheek, but still burning it. You look up to see two dragon heads in the window, the second about to roast you. This is a battle you just can't win.

You may as well take a few down with you.

"Wuld nah kest!

You fly onto one of the dragons heads with such force it peels away from the side of the wall and launches into a spinning freefall. As you turn, you see Cadance trying to get a wounded luna and celestia out of the palace. It eventually straightens out into a nosedive, straight for the ground. You see a pond.

"Goodbye, dragon!" You kick off of its back, entering a freefall of your very own. You can't do anything about it now, time to hope you got it right.

Splash

You crawl out of the pool, grateful for your life. A loud crack is heard. You look up, the entire overhanging part of canterlot is falling. Several small black dots follow it down. All those innocent ponies are about to die, because you were too much of a coward to stand and fight. You feel the sting of tears behind your {armor} [mask], and let them fall. Nobody would be alive to see you cry.

False victory

You start toward the fallen part of Canterlot, with the sole hope of helping any survivors. You start to run toward the pile of rubble, seeing some ponies still moving. To your relief, many of the pegasi of Canterlot are helping. Among them is a Rainbow-maned pegasus, helping up the white unicorn from the alley.

The two headed dragon flies straight over your head and toward the falling ponies. You watch in horror as it closes in on the black dots, but to your surprise it makes an effort to catch them on its back. As it sets about 100 ponies on the ground, it immediately begins helping the ones that it didn't catch from the rubble.

If I get these dragons away from alduin, perhaps whatever spell he's using will shatter you think as you near the ponies. "Hey, dragon!" it swivels one of its heads around and the other keeps tearing through rubble "I need you to throw me back up there" It looks confused for a moment, then remembers the workings of the spell "Best of luck" it said before picking you up off the ground with a single claw, and tossing you to canterlot like a child does with a toy.

A brown-red dragon that was terrorising canterlot spotted you, and was soaring toward you with its fanged mouth wide open. The moment it reaches you, but before it could shut its mouth, you push down on its upper jaw, launching you out of the way of it's monstrous bite, and just above the barbs of the dragon's tail. It feels the pressure on its tail, and swivels its head. It doesn't change direction as it tries to shake you off, just as planned. Its pupils dilate and it's eyes turn from black to a deep green.

"Oh, god, how on Equus did I get here?" the newly freed dragon rested it's eyes on you, still clinging to its tail "And who in the bloody tartarus are you?"

"Canterlot is being attacked, help the survivors... I need to get back there" You say between breaths

It looked up from your relatively small body and toward what's left of Canterlot

"I think I can help you here, mate. I was a military sharpshooter for a few years before I retired to equestria"

"Okay... Thank you... Great. Just throw me over there"

"Sure thing" He said before hurling you back to canterlot. As you soar, you see some of the pegasi have started to fight  the dragons as well "get them away from alduin, it will break the spell!" You shout just before you hit a previously pristine white and gold tower. With the impact, you get an idea. Or I can get Alduin away from them You look around for alduin, but there were many black dragons among the mob.

The world goes dark, and you look toward the sun.

A pair of black wings had blocked the sunlight from canterlot. Not just any black wings, Alduin's.

"Alduin!" You shout in the powered dragon-tongue, causing the world to seem to shake "Face me by yourself, coward!" the very ground you were standing on seemed to shake at that entire sentence of power.

The world eater looks down on you, seeming surprised at your sudden skill with the voice. But he get's over it pretty quickly as he, and the hundreds of dragons still attacking swoop down,  about to pulverise you into dust.

"Ven Gar Nos!"

Your voice sows chaos among your enemies, causing them to spiral out of control, and many off the side of canterlot of into buildings. All except alduin. You wanted to battle him yourself.

[Both of your hands are empowered with the power of lightning storms]

ROOOAAAAWRR

As he opens his deadly maw to roar, you release a pillar of lightning straight down his throat.] The world eater lost control at the immense pain and crashed into the the spire behind you, causing it to fall over. Alduin's aura of control over the world seemed to have vanished upon impact. You hear many dragons shouting, "What in the world?" "Mother of Celestia, how did I get here" and you realised what this meant.

"Alduin, you are outnumbered and outmatched. Surrender now, and I will find reason to let you live you say, again in the powered tongue of dragons. This time, Alduin's pride was the only thing that shook. He looked around at the massive number of dragons that surrounded him, until his rage-filled eyes landed on you.

"Very well, I surrender." he said shamefully, bowing his head. "I'm no fool. I know when I'm beaten"

"That was the right answer, Alduin. A shame it was so easy, both times"

"Allow me to finish: I know when I'm beaten... But I am far from beaten" He takes you by surprise, knocking you back with a headbut.  You get up as quickly as you can, but you are far too late. Aluin is surrounded by a black and purple orb orb, which quickly dissipates, leaving behind nothing but a false taste of victory.

Big Comebacks

Previously, on Equinekiin...

The moment it reaches you, but before it could shit its mouth...

And the epic story continues...

Pissed. That is the best word for how you feel. How dare Alduin appear from nowhere with an army of enslaved dragons, kill a few hundred people, then flee when he is beaten!? "Far from beaten," he says. Hah! If he was still able to fight, why did he flee like some goat-hearted coward?

The crowd of survivors that formed seemed to share your rage, with ponies and dragons shouting things like, "How dare you!?" and various curses towards the heavens. Turning your head upwards, you join them. "Krii Lun Aus!"

Your voice heralds doom, but to nothing in particular. The purple shockwave generated by your thu'um dissipated in the air. The shout meant nothing to the crowd of onlookers, but to you, you just marked Alduin for death.

Soon after the last traces of purple vanished from sight, you become too disgusted to stand where Alduin once stood. You walk away from the circle of ash Alduin created when he teleported, and to your home. When you finally reach it, you notice just how lucky you got. The right side of the inn was hanging three feet off the edge. You try not to think about the fact that the library was to the left of your house as you flop onto your bed.

Turning away from the door, you see a list you made out of boredom:

1: Enter house

2: Find table with most crap

3: FUS RO DAH!

4:???

5: profit

If it wasn't for the fact you were responsible for the deaths of hundreds, you would have smiled. As you contemplate sleeping, you hear a knock on the door.

"Go away!"

"Can I come in?"

"What part of 'go away' do you not understand!?"

"I only asked to be polite. I'm coming in"

"Gol Hah! Go away!"

The voice pauses for a moment, then, sounding strained, says, "No"

You sit up on the bed, and see the purple unicorn from the ceremony enter. Sighing, you say, "Hello, Twilight shine"

Seeming annoyed, she said, "Hello (Something that sounds similar to your name, but is purposely messed up)"

"What do you want?"

"I came to give you your award"

"No! No, no, no, no, no. There is no way I can accept that award. There are hundreds of funerals planned because I couldn't stand and fight."

"If you stood and fought, you would die. If you died, there would be thousands of funerals"

"That's occurred to me already, but I could've killed Alduin before that happened"

"And I knew you would say that. You could have killed Alduin if you fought, but you wouldn't be able to, because he would teleport the way he did just now"

You and Twilight glare at each other, and the argument seems to continue telepathically. Finally, after a solid minute-and-a-half of glaring, you say, "Fine, I'll accept the award"

Twilight steps outside the door and out of sight, then returns with a golden statue of your [mask] {helmet} on a mahogany trapezoid. Taking the award, you examine the golden [Morokei] [Daedric helmet]. It was nearly flawless, barely a single discrepancy. They must have interviewed every single pony to have laid eyes on it to get it so accurate. The Equestrian government went through a lot of trouble for you.

"Thank you," was all you could say in return.

While the chariot ride to Canterlot had been a whirlwind of emotions, the train ride to Manehattan was dull, to say the least. For 27 hours, you sat around, ate a few pastries, felt bad for all the refugees on the way to Manehattan, and slept. Again, your dependence on violence became blatantly obvious. Not to mention how dumb you felt with such advanced technology carrying you across nearly half a country in just over a day.

A few weeks later, you managed to get a job as a "cashier," an "apartment" with one bedroom, and a great deal of insanity. The ponies on the train lied when they said how exiting life in the city was. Just because there's dozens a chariots running around on the road? Because your in a hurry from time-to-time?

"I hope the next chapter isn't filler, too" you say to no one in particular, hoping for some interesting things, maybe an action sequence, in the next chapter.

The Battle of Manehattan (Part 1)

Three years. Three years you spent walking around aimlessly. Annoyingly, very few recognized you as Dovahkiin, but they will easily see that you’re the chief of police, or a good friend of a local baker. Very odd, really, there’s only a handful of bipeds in this entire plane of reality, and only one of them runs around bending the world around (him/her) with (his/her) voice, yet you’ve only got about 3 people here who know who you am. And you had to tell them.

Nothing too terribly memorable about the world’s savior, apparently.

You flop out of bed. It took a while to roll all the way off the edge; the bed was pretty big. Getting up, you don my police uniform. It was mostly black, vaguely resembled a tuxedo in its design, and had some golden trim along some seams in the fabric. It was heavily modified to fit a (race) like yourself. You grab your golden badge from my nightstand, and place it above your left breast pocket. {Your armor is stored at the station, so} you paid a magician to place knife-repellent wards around the suit for extra protection. Of course, it won’t completely stop the knives, but it could save your life in a pinch. Finally, you take your police sword that you were required to carry, strap it to your hip, and left the apartment.

The sky was completely grey, it has been covered with a sheath of clouds for three days now. You were okay with it; it protected you and your men from the summer’s harsh sun. It didn’t matter though, you hadn’t left your office in hours. It seemed today was a paperwork day.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was rare the calls were forwarded to you personally, but usually that means something big happened. That, or it happened again. You answer, worried, “This is the MHPD, what is your emergency?”

The voice that answered was one you knew all too well. It was the owner of the bakery a few blocks away from here, “It happened again”

You sigh. It happened again. “I’ll take care of him” you say, suddenly exhausted.

Standing up, you open the door to your office, go down 6 flights of stairs, past numerous carriages in the parking garage, unlocked an employee only door in the darkest corner of the garage, and saw what you always saw.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“Yes it is”

“Nuh-uh!”

“You’re coming with me. Again”

Anon ruefully looked down at his new chest of sweet twists, already half empty. Taking him by the mane, you drag him up two flights of stairs, past several policeponies, down another flight of stairs into the prison, up 3 flights of stairs to the top floor of the prison, put him in the grimiest cell, and left. The experience left you winded; Anon wasn’t a small pony, but at least he wasn’t obese. How can you command the respect of the ponies of Manehattan when one of the best in the force keeps robbing a bakery?

The chestnut colored pony had robbed the business four times this month. No matter how many guards you station there, and no matter where the bakery owner hides the sweet twists, Anon still manages to sneak away an entire chest of the pastry.

As you make your way back to the office, you hear a shout, crash, and hysterical laughter coming from the kitchen. What was it with skilled police officers and annoying quirks? You walk inside the kitchen to see…

You forgot what his name was today. Olaf, maybe?

You walk inside the kitchen to see Olaf clutching a legally purchased sweet twist laughing hysterically at a kitchen worker whom he had presumably scared into falling over.

You start the interrogation simple, “What is your name today?”

He looks at you, his dark eyes gleaming humorously, “Ornolf”

“What did you do, Ornolf?”

“I got bored, so I yelled at this kitchen hand… and she fell over…” His face contorted as he tried to suppress more laughter. He failed.

As you wait for his laughter to die down, you look over at the kitchen hand, who had gotten up and was picking up pieces of shattered ceramic. You help her with the task, trying to set an example for the policeponies behind the counter where food was served. Even as the last shard of splintered teacups was thrown away, Ornolf continued laughing.

You did what you promised you would do, “come with me to the training yard”

Ornolf’s laughter died down instantly, realizing that this was the third time that month. It’s always the third time of the month when he gets punished when he gets punished. He tried to lie his way out of the situation, “Ah… well, um, this is only the s-second time… so I shouldn’t be p-punished for it this time… heh heh…” As he spoke, his eyes darted around the room, looking for a means of escape, which were two doors, one by the serving counter and the one I entered through. J’zarr and Buttsnare were blocking them both, and everyone knew better than to cross either of them.

Defeated, the gray unicorn lowered his head in submission.