Miraak slowly rose from the pool of green and Black bile in the tower of Apocrypha, in the realm of Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of Knowledge and fate. From the pool, a black tentacle impaled Miraak, breaking through his chest. In front of him, the vile mass of eyes and tentacles of Hermaeus Mora appeared.

“Did you think to escape me Miraak!?” Hermaeus said to him. “You can hide nothing from me here!” A inhuman growl and mutter came from Mora's wretched maw. “No matter, I have another Dragonborn to serve me... ” Through the intense pain Miraak looked at the last Dragonborn, a Nord of a large build, auburn hair and thin stubble, wearing Dragonbone armor clothed by an archmage's robe, wielding a Dragonbone sword. His name was Tyr, Miraak thought, adept in magic as well as fighting. A Gaping hole in his armor, received in his fight against Miraak, had blood slowly coming from it. The Nord placed his hand on the wound.

“M-may he be rewarded for his service... as I was..” Miraak weakly said. His body was then set ablaze, leaving only his skeleton to fall on the solid ground.

“Miraak harbored fantasies of rebellion against me, serve me well and you will be generously rewarded.” Hermaeus said to Tyr, the Dragonborn simply looked at Miraak's skeleton. He opened one of the black books and left Apocrypha.

Once he was gone Hermaeus lifted the illusion spell over Miraak. Hermaeus wrapped a tentacle around the Dragonborns waist, his body was limp and he was slowly and shallowly breathing, the wound on his chest still bleeding. “You are free Miraak, but your new prison is no longer my realm, but another. A newly found realm, I know nothing on its knowledge, so what you see, I will see.” He said. A small portal opened up. “Goodbye, Miraak.” His limp body was tossed through the portal into this new realm.

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“Rainbow Dash wait up!” Twilight yelled to her Rainbow haired friend.

“Come on slowpoke.” She replied flying faster ahead of her. Twilight frowned as she flew a bit faster towards her friend. Rainbow was teaching Twilight on cloud formations and how to move and manipulate them, for Twilight's own research of course. Her wings were sore from all the flapping and Rainbows showing off didn't help much. “Watch closely Twilight. I'll show you how to make it rain.” She said. She flew above the cloud and began to jump on it. Bits of water soon came out and Twilight began to take little notes.

“Is that it?” She asked.

“Yeah that's it. Pretty straight forward isn't it?” Rainbow said.

“Yes very. I'll make sure to practice on my own clouds later.”

“I wouldn't just yet. If you add enough force to your fall you could accidentally cause it to shoot lightning everywhere.” She said.

“Oh in that case I'll make sure your around to do... it.” Twilight said. Something behind Rainbow Dash caught her attention, a green swirling mass was formed from a few clouds. “Whats that?” Rainbow turned around.

“Huh... I'm not really sure Twilight, never seen clouds like that before.” The mass groaned and thundered, from its center a figure fell from it and quickly descended into the forest below. The mass of green slowly faded away after the figure fell out. They watched as he impacted several trees, snapping branches and causing birds to fly from them. A horrid thud was heard from the forest marking the figures hard landing.

“Oh no...” Twilight said. She quickly put her notes in a small satchel and quickly flew towards the forest.

“Twilight wait up!” Rainbow yelled from behind her. She quickly flew after Twilight and towards the trees. As they descended into the forest they begin to see the several broken branches left behind by the falling figure, pieces of ripped fabric and blood soon appear on the ripped branches closer to the ground. Rainbow drops down beside Twilight and looks in confusion at the lifeless figure on the ground.

The figure was bipedal like them but had plantigrade legs and not unguligrade like them. He wore an olive green almost grey cloak with several tears in it from the branches revealing small trails of blood and pink skin. On his shoulders were golden mouths it seemed, almost like a griffons beak in a way and on his wrists were several golden scales built into his thick brown gloves. His face was covered by a horrifying golden mask, it had tentacles around the bottom and large empty slits for the eyes, Twilights horn lit up.

“He's alive!” She said, looking at Dash.

“He? What the Tartarus is he?” Dash replied.

“Doesn't matter now, help me get him up.” She said. “We have to move him.”

“Uh where exactly?” Dash said grabbing one of his arms.

“To my castle of course. Where else?” Twilight said grabbing his other arm. They both began to flap their wings and ascend out of the trees.

“You sure that's a good idea Twilight?” Rainbow said. “We don't know if he's or its dangerous or not.”

“We'll find out wont we.” They are soon above the trees and moving towards Ponyville. Miraak faded in and out of consciousness, he saw trees moving below him, wind hitting his body, and he could still feel the wound Hermaus gave him. He groaned quietly. Twilight looked down at the figure, who was slowly moving his head and hands. “Almost there.” She said as her castle soon became closer.

Twilight and Rainbow landed hard on the balcony, Twilight's horn growing brightly to open the doors and rush in, the figures feet dragged across the floor. “Starlight! Spike! I need some help in here!” She and Rainbow Dash walked him over to a wicker lounge chair she got from Rarity as a birthday present. As they set him down on the chair bits of blood got onto its cloud white cushion and stained it.

“Rares'll be pissed once she sees that.” Rainbow said.

“I really don't care right now.” Twilight said. Her horn began to glow, magic soon appeared on his open wounds and they began to close, the figure groaned. Starlight and Spike soon walk into the room. Spike, now almost as big as Twilight, stood next to her.

“Whats going on Twilight?” Starlight asked.

“Rainbow and I were studying some clouds and he came falling out of one.” Twilight explained. Spike began poking him.

“What is he?” Twilight, Rainbow, and Starlight simply shrugged. “Okay that mask is starting to creep me out a little.” Twilight soon noticed the still red wound on his chest, it seemed to be almost nine inches wide. It was fully healed but looked very recent.

“What in Equestria could have done that?” Starlight asked.

“Probably something not from Equestria.” Twilight said. “Spike, lets take him to the guest room.”

“On it Twi.” Spike walks over to the figure and picks him up and places him on his shoulder, the figures arms dangled lifelessly behind Spike. Twilight and Spike, followed by Starlight and Rainbow Dash, down the castle halls.

Twilight opened a door into the guest room, the room had one person bed in the corner, a dresser at the end of it, a nightstand next to it, two windows with red curtains, a door that led to a small balcony with a chair and a table on it, a mirror, a nice purple rug on the floor, and another door that led into a small bathroom with a shower. Spike set him down upon the bed, its springs squeaked slightly.

“I'll check on him in a couple of hours. Lets gather the girls, we need to have a meeting.” She says.

“Good idea Twilight, I'll get Pinkie and Rares.” Rainbow said.

“I'll go get Apple Jack and Fluttershy.” Starlight said. With a flash of magic from her horn Starlight teleported to the apple farm or Fluttershy's cottage. Rainbow Dash flew off of the guest rooms balcony and towards the Ponyville bakery.

“Spike I want you to wait right outside the door in case he wakes up.” She said.

“Uhhh...why me?” He said.

“Because I said so. If he wakes up, lock the door and come get me.”

“What if he doesn't like being locked in a room?” He asks.

“Then scream, we'll hear it.” She said. Spike just stared at her quietly with a dissatisfied look. “Go grab your comics and a snack.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Will do Princess.” He walked down the hallway and towards his room. Twilight locked the door and then walked into the council room and took her seat.

****Near Falkreath****

The horse drawn cart moved loudly down the road, its wheels making the most noise along with the horses occasional snort. Tyr rode in the drivers seat, holding onto the horses reigns. Beside the cart were three other horses, atop them were two Dark Elves and a Nord, friends of Tyr.

One wore chitin armor, his name was Teldryn Sero, a spell-sword he quickly became friends with during his quest on Solsthiem, while the other was named Ralis Sedarys, another Dunmer he'd met on Solsthiem and became possessed by an ancient dragon priest. The last was a Skall women named Frea, who wore Nordic carved armor. “Are you feeling well?” Teldryn asked, riding close to the cart. “Miraak did quite the number on you.”

“Yes, I'll be alright.” Tyr said. Though his wounds were still sore, his own restoration magic and an occasional potion helped with the pain.

“How long until we're there?” Ralis asked.

“Wont be to long now.” Tyr said. “Frea, you've been quiet the entire trip. Are you well?”

“I am, I've just... never seen so much green before. Its beautiful here.” She said looking at the forest in awe.

“I agree with that my dear.” Teldryn said. “Morrowind was once like this, before the mountain began to belch out magma, heartstones, and the damned Ash Spawn.”

As they continued down the road Tyr could soon see his home. Outside he saw his Houscarl, a Redguard women named Rayya. She was outside, cleaning a freshly killed deer with a steel knife. Leaning on the table was a wooden crossbow with Dwarven bolts, one of the bolts was covered in fur and blood. She noticed the trio coming up the road and stopped, grabbing a rag to wash off her bloodstained hands and wrist.

“Welcome home thane, how was your trip?” She asked cheerfully, wiping off her hands.

“It went... well.” Tyr said, getting off the cart and walking towards the back of it. He removed the blanket that covered the items he had acquired during his trip.

Several Reikling spears he'll use in either hunting, as a fence, or even a new chandelier or chair. A chest full of salted boars meat, the Skull of Karstaag, a banner of house Redoran, chitin shells from Ash hoppers, chitin heavy and light armor, a set of Enhanced Bonemold armor from Glover Mallory, the Visage of Mzund, a couple of nordic pickaxes, a cultist mask, and a large locked chest. Teldryn helped him with the chest, they carried inside and down into the basement.

Inside the basement were stores of mead, wine, and ales as well as barrels of food. In one room there was a forge where Tyr forged his armor and weapons. In another room there was a shrine to the several gods of the Nordic pantheon. They set the chest down in the corner, Tyr took out the key and opened the chest. Inside he saw the seven black books of Hermaus Mora.

“What'll you do with these vile things.” Teldryn said.

“I'll either take them to Winterhold, of the Vale.” Tyr said. He reached into the chest and pulled out two objects wrapped in an old and tattered cloth. He took off the cloth and held Miraak's sword and broken staff in his hands.

“You gonna keep those?” Teldtyn asked.

“I suppose, I'll take the books to Winterhold in a few days. Tonight we'll rest, we've had a long journey.”

“That we have.” Teldryn said taking off his chitin helmet. “I'll go help Ralis get the rest of the stuff inside.” He stood up and walked out of the room and up the ladder into the house. Tyr quietly stared at the sword of Miraak, its eye seemed to be watching him. He covered it with cloth once again and set it atop the chest.

***Equestria***

Miraak slowly stirred in the bed, opening his eyes slowly, his vision a bit blurry and his body aching. He leans up against the beds headboard and looked around the room. The room was strange to him, the furniture and design looked nothing he had seen in Tamriel before and the walls seemed to glow like crystal. He climbed out of the bed, his legs sore and shaky. He walked over to the wall and touched it, it was indeed a crystal, something like a soul gem. He looked around the room again and saw the door leading to the balcony, he slowly walked over to it.

He opened the door and walked out, looking at this strange new land. In the distance he saw rolling green hills and fields of wheat, the weather was warm but cool, something like southern Skyrim before the season of Gravuun or Autumn.

The leaves had already began to take a brown, gold, yellow, and copper color with few green. In the distance he saw a large mountain, much like Monahven, or "Mother Wind" in Keizaal. But built onto it was a city, this world was nothing like Nirn. Miraak felt his chest, he felt the scar Hermaus gave him, all he remembered was dying.

Why am I here...? He wondered.

From behind the door he heard something move. He reached for his belt and realized his sword was gone. Frost formed around his hands and he walked towards the door. When he was close he leaned his head against the door, someone or something was behind it. It shuffled and rubbed against the door.

He heard the pages of a book flipping and humming. The figure stood up. “Hope Twilight doesn't mind a little snack break.” The figure said, it then walked away. In the distance a door shut. The figure was male, Miraak thought. He grabbed the knob and turned it, locked.
Using his magic to freeze the lock and break it off he slowly opened the door. Luckily it didn't creak loudly.

Once he opened the door he saw a pillow on the ground with several thin books next to it. All had the name, "Power Ponies" on their covers. The figures on the cover did not seem human. Their faces were elongated, they had long equine like ears with colorful hair and two had horns on them, their body and arms seemed human, save their tails. Their legs were arched back near the end with hooves for feet, three of these figures had large bird like wings, they almost looked Equine to him, but with Human females body features.

He could hear voices at the end of the hallway, several of them, all sounding female. His hands were still emitting frost, but the left hand was now covered with lightning. “Laas-Yah-Nir.” He said quietly. The shout allowed him to see the seven figures in the room, at least their vitals. They seemed to be sitting around a table due to their postures, he moved in closer, using the muffle spell and then invisibility to gain a closer look.

He poked his head out of the corner of the room, he saw the beings gathered around a large crystal table, all were talking. He saw two large curtains, in front of them was a long cabinet. He quickly made his way towards them and hid behind the curtain. He peeked through the opening between the curtains and listened to them.

“So he fell from a cloud?” One asked. Miraak looked at her, she was orange in coat color with green eyes, golden hair, and a strange hat.

“Yes. Rainbow and I were experimenting and researching clouds and he came from one.” The purple one said. She was different from the others, she had a long horn on her head and wings on her back.

“Where's Spike at?” One asked, she had a white coat and purple hair, she also had a horn but no wings.

“Sitting outside our guests room, he'll lock the door if he gets up.” The purple one said. “Just in case he's hostile.”

“Is he?” A yellow one with Pink hair and wings said.

“I don't know yet. We'll have to wait until he—” She is silenced by a scream coming from the hallway, the seven got up from their chairs, a dragon like... creature came running from the hallway at full speed. He was shorter than must other dragons he saw and didn't seem to have any wings.

“Dov...?” Miraak said quietly and confused. The dragon, who was named Spike, breathed heavily from his full run into the room.

“Twi... Twilight.” He said gasping. "The room is empty! He's awake and not in there!" He said.

“Alright look around everypony, he has to be here somewhere.” Miraak stood up, used the invisibility spell again, and walked out of his hidden corner. As they began to scatter Miraak accidentally bumped into the cabinet. It fell over onto the floor with a heavy thud, shattering the pot and tea set on it. It pulled down one of the curtains and fell upon Miraak, silhouetting his invisible form.

Twilight and the others looked at something was caught in the curtains and struggling to get free from them. Before she could walk forward and help the figure a sound came from him. “Yol!” The figures deep voice echoed in the room and soon the curtains quickly burst into flames.

Twilight and the others backed up quickly, they soon gazed in awe as the figure, untouched by the fire, staring at them. The curtain still burned, staining the ground with black ash, the figure opened his hands and fire, as well as lightning soon came from them. Before she could say something he said something else in the same strange dialect. “Mul Qah Diiv!” His body soon became covered by glowing spikes that resembled that of a dragon, his eyes glowed brightly from this strange spell.

He walked over the scorched curtains and started waling slowly towards them. Twilight's horn began to glow, hoping she would not have to hurt this figure... and hoping he wouldn't hurt her or her friends.

Author's Note

Due to my story first Noble Defender coming to a close I decided to start a new one. Hope you all enjoy.