My Little Dragonborn

by Eclipse Monsoon

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Adventure
Length: 1503

The Dragonborn has died in Skyrim, his mission still incomplete. A second chance and a new place is all he needs

Knetir, half Argonian, half Nord, is the prophecized Dragonborn. To him dragon hunting is a normal activity. He is always cautious about this, but one day this activity killed him. Due to reasons unknown, he's given a second chance in Equestria. There he'll finish his mission.

Published 2016-12-08 04:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-03-29 14:47:32 UTC

I - "Expect the unexpected..."

Author's Note

Here it is... the redone first chapter of My Little Dragonborn. I hope that you all enjoy it! ^^

I - "Expect the unexpected..."

Chapter I: “Expect the unexpected…”

It was a dark chilly night in Skyrim. The Aurora Borealis was high in the sky, beautiful as ever, only enhancing the sight of the evening sky. The sounds of nature are heard everywhere. The sounds of the birds chirping, wolves howling, winds blowing, streams flowing, just to name a few. Most people were heading to bed already, the guards roaming the streets in their usual patrols. The moonlight shone through the whole land, everything seemed to be normal. All but in one place...

In the remote region north of Skyrim was a tall mountain, perching itself high above the clouds. It was hidden to most of the populace due to being so far north. Harsh winds repeatedly blow through the area, making travel difficult and the area inhospitable. The frigid landscape home to none other than the most dangerous of creatures. But none more dangerous than a certain dragon that the villagers who live just south of the mountain call "Dovahsebrom".

The sounds of steel clashing and loud screaming the rather peaceful atmosphere near the peak of the mountain. There a dragon stood off with one known as "The Dragonborn".

The dragon was perched atop a large rock as it breathes raggedly. "Ful, ont sahrot dovah reyliik... mah wah haal do faal Dovah-kiin." he says in between his breaths before gracefully coming down and coming face to face with his opponent.

"Yes... Like they say, 'Oh how the mighty have fallen'... And you shall soon join your brothers... In death!" the Dragonborn says in a loud and proud manner before letting out a hiss and running forwards, raising his shield in front of him before striking the dragon straight on the snout.

The dragon lets out a shout of pain before knocking him back and turning towards him, "Hi fen biis fah tol, duziir mey!" he returns before taking in a deep breath, the air around his head heating up. He turns his head to his still recovering enemy before he opens his maw wide, letting out a another shout. "Yol... Toor Shul!" as he shouts that, flames rush out of his mouth and goes towards the Dragonborn.

The Dragonborn looks up and barely has time to raise his shield before the flames impact him. Most of it got blocked by Spellbreaker and get repelled off to the side. But the ones that slip through and hit him directly burn him hard, making him scream in agony, the searing sensation making him falter a little. He does stand his ground up until Dovahsebrom stops his shouting. The dragon however put all that he could into that shout, it drained him of nearly all his energy as he slumps down. The Dragonborn notices this however and, despite the pain he was feeling all over his body, decides to rush forward once more, wanting to already deal the final blow.

The dragon barely lifts his head up to see his enemy rushing at him before a pale blue sword was suddenly stabbed into his eye socket. The dragon roars in pain as he rears its head. The Dragonborn however holds onto the sword and climbs onto his head. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" he yells before holding onto the head of the dragon before he stops moving. Once he is stable enough, he gets into a low stance before pulling the sword out of the dragon's eye and starts stabbing it in and out repeatedly. After a few repeats of this, the dragon falls down, shaking the ground as it crashes down.

The Dragonborn falls off the dragon's head as it lowers it's head. "Oof!" he says, as he lands on the snow below him, his reptilian voice hoarse from the shouting he done with Dovahsebrom. He picks himself up, his body sore and hot from the battle. He limps over to his sword and shield which lay a few meters from him. He trips over a small rock right before reaching his equipment. "Oww..." he says, clutching his head before crawling the last few inches before picking up his sword and planting it in the snow, propping himself up on it as he attempts to get up. He gets up to one knee before coughing up some blood, the red liquid landing on the snow and staining it. "That's not good..." he says in a soft voice before getting up, albeit with difficulty before picking up Spellbreaker and sheathing Chillrend. He looks over to the dragon which was still leaking blood out of it's eye. He was about to open his mouth to say something before shaking his head and beginning his descent down the mountain.

He just follows the path down the mountain, his walking slow, mostly due to a large gash on his left calf, causing him to limp. He takes several breaks as he walks, and each time he did take a break, he coughed up blood, more than the last every time. "F-fuck..." he says in a low voice, the cold starting to get to him, his wounds not helping him at all. "I-I might not make it..." he says before slumping up against a rock wall and looking up at the sky.* "Talos... p-please... Tell her th-that I love her..." he continues on, shedding a lone tear. "And... c-carry me onto S-sovngarde..." he says, before looking down his vision darkening at the edges as the cold embrace of death slowly comes onto him.

~Elsewhere~

The Dragonborn awoke in a white void, laying down on something soft. He slowly blinked his eyes before turning his head left and right. "Wh-wha?" he asks confused in a low voice before suddenly shooting up. He instantly regrets as pain shoots up his spine, making him clench his teeth to hold in a scream, instead, letting out a grunt of pain.

He feels a hand on his left shoulder before turning his head to look at it. "Hello Knetir," a ghostly voice says, "Welcome to purgatory" the voice says, making Knetir turn his head completely. His eyes widen in surprise as he sees a spectral figure who's face seemed awfully familiar. "It is I, Anthir." the figure says in a gentle voice, with a smile to match.

"Purgatory?" Knetir asks, looking around him, seeing nothing but white for miles, "What even am I doing here?" he asks before scanning the figure, "Wait... Anthir..." the name suddenly clicked in his head as he thinks. "Anthir the Bloodied right? A Nord from time past who claimed the lives of over a thousand elves in the 'Reclamation of Skyrim'?" Knetir asks, to which Anthir lets nods and lets out a chuckle.

"It appears as if someone remembers his ancestors' history," he says before turning around, looking off into the unending distance. "And yes, purgatory, the land where the dead go to before reaching their next destination," Anthir says before turning to face Knetir, circling him, eyeing him up and down.

"So... I assume you know?"

"I know many things Knetir, you have to be more specific than that." he says before bringing a hand up to Knetir's scaly back and dragging his finger along it

He shivers as he feels the finger on his back before letting out a cough. "Do you know where I'm going to next?" Knetir asks, his eyes following Anthir with curiosity

"Why don't you take a guess young one, there are many possibilities." he returns cryptically before coming face to face with him.

"Sovngarde?"

"I will cut you off there." he stops Knetir with the raise of his hand. "Didn't you study child... Only Nords can go to the sacred land of-..." Now it was he, who was cut off as Knetir brought up his own hand.

"But I am born part Nord," he says, "Shouldn't that count already?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"NO!" he returns, raising his voice before coughing, "It just does not work like that,"

"Who are you to say!?" he returns also raising his voice, "The Ebony Warrior was able to get in, and he was not even any part Nord!" he retorts, anger beginning to go through his body.

He was about to say something, but the mention of the Ebony Warrior invalidates what he was just about to say before letting out a sigh. "There is a possibility that you will get in... But that is not your next destination."

Upon hearing that, his eyes widen in surprise. "What do you mean it's not my next destination?"

"I cannot say anymore child, your time here is running low."

"What? I have so much more to ask! Wh-!" he was about to continue before a strong pulling sensation pulls him away. One second Anthir was in front of him, the next second, darkness. He blinks his eyes several times before suddenly blacking out.