Author's Note

Since I have been writing this on my phone a good majority of the time I can’t properly space things out until I get home. When I remember to, anyways this is a story that’s been bouncing around in my head for some time while I got into my Skyrim binge recently. Maybe try to use it as a way to get back into typing and writing again. Already thinking on asking or looking for others that might want to join in this adventure. I just can't get most of the mane 6 down right with how they act or their way speaking, like applejack for example.

Prologue, High King Next Journey

4E 405 Skyrim college of winterhold.
Journal of eragon snowmane, formerly ravenmane.

The north wind blows heavily though the college grounds, threatening to rip the robe off my back. I can feel the steel chain mail cool rapidly when it comes back in contact with my arms.

‘By the gods, this is how the day is going to start.’ I think as I begin to walk towards the bridge to winterhold proper. My name is Eragon Snowmane, formerly Ravenmane before the consequences of my journey and or destiny changed my raven black hair to a snow white. I'm your typical build nord, 6.8 in height, with shoulder length hair, a piercing blue right eye, while the other is milky white, with a jagged scar over said eye. Another price to pay for my journey. I can still see out it but it just looks like I can’t. When I do let my beard grow out I tend to tie it up and tie beads into it to pay respect for the dwarfs who’s holds I had traveled plenty though. Typically I kept it short but in recent years I’ve let it grow till almost touches my stomach. Though I do retie the beads higher as it grows. Most of the guards refer to me occasionally as Olaf’s successor, or Olaf’s return. All in joking I know, but I enjoy hearing them joke and sometimes hint that I know they are calling me such. Sometimes i even try acting like said mad king sometimes, and seeing how said drake's bone are above the feast hall i sometimes throw some food up into the jaw of said drake to fuck with my guards even more. Sometimes even say "Here Numinex, have some of this great meal." I could just hear them lock up in both fear and shock before relaxing since its all in fun. Plenty of laughs have been had when i've done that. I miss those days, as time marches on.

Ah winterhold, After the many, many amounts of coins I put into this place to help them build and rebuild what was lost they finally have a proper hold again. The jarl house now have a proper hall instead of basic, well shack. As well as a forge and horse stable. A new shop for herbs and other potion ingredients. The horse stable at the opening of the hold. A stone wall having been built to help keep the white trolls and draugr that has starting coming out of some burial sight that had been opened due to a dragon crashing into it when I killed it.

In the stable I see my favorite ride bloodmare. A gift from the dark brotherhood. Apon getting into the saddle I begin my journey to my capital whiterun. The civil war's end saw the jarl of whiterun out of power and the moving of power and incidents overtime saw both title and position of high king moved from ulfric to my own self. Both in the way of ascension and the fact that I outlived him. I’ve been named Jarl of whiterun and when ulfric died, a moot was held in which I was voted high king both into due to my status, as thane of Skyrim, and who I was. Thus whiterun was now the capital of Skyrim and dragon reach my home. Although I never truly lived in it, much to the guards (and the blades) anger and stress but when you run the companions, thief guild, dark brotherhood, the blades, and being know as the slayer of the world eater, I doubt anyone would try. I mean bandits and raiders still try but I digress.

My travel though Skyrim's snow and mountains to my hold, my thoughts drift on more on what I’ve, and most of the mages at the college have been feeling the last few weeks. Magic in of itself has been feeling off and shifting. Some spells have been backfiring and having different results. My current path after I stop at whiterun is to head to river run, my true home and then start moving up the new thousands steps. My gut tells me the throat of the world would be the only place i could i could find some answers or others who might have a idea of might be happening. I regularly have been keeping the staff of magnus on me since the aftershocks of the eye are still happening. Even when 200 years of past since the eye was taken by the order.

I pause on my steps over looking the valley that whiterun rests in right before you start to get into river run proper. My mind begins to naw on that thought. I wonder if the psijic order could have answers? If they did, they would have come to me by now like they did in the past. I shake my head as I begin my walk again the warm winds slowly shifting to cold once more, the storm that had been at my back on my way here still on the edge of the mountains near dawnstar and winterhold. The look of the dark storm not helping my of already troubled mind. Almost everyone I knew on my adventures has long since past away by other age or battle. Thankfully none did past from other reasons like poison or disease. The only survivors of my time is aela my wife, farkas and his brother vilkas. Their longer lives given to them by a few blessing from the god of the hunt, for actions done in his name by me to give them more time, along with a few favors to Mehrunes Dagon, earned them more years thanks to the mixing of bloods both in the beast blood and vampire blood. All the benefits of the beast blood and none of the draw backs of the vampire blood. Most of the thief guild core members had past from age but had taught their kids the knowledge and wisdom, the tricks of the trade one could say. I had long since had the dark brother hood move in with the guild since both work together so much. I was kinda happy to have been there when cicero died, so he could serve the great mother in his next life.

Upon thinking of those of past brings pain to my heart, the curse of living this long is losing a lot of people you care about. Most if not all my housecarls had kids who too, had taken up their parents charge of keeping me and my homes safe. While the home I had built in river run was like the one I built over looking the lake in falkreath, it held one boon that all other built by me didn't, a small space in the void shaped by the mad god himself as my place to store my artifacts that I had gotten from the lords and gods. Hidden nice and snuggly in the basement of my home. The void space was named necrosis, which is a small plane of oblivion. Nothing like the shivering isles, or any of the daedric lords or gods. still it was a place big enough for me to live and keep the real dangerous gear and items in, or if i didn't want to be bothered and left alone to read or work on spells I had been working on.

My steps upon graybeards living quarters brings me back into focus especially once one of the new gray beards approached when I had unknowingly walked though the doors in my thoughts. My daydream/thinking while walking tends to make me tune out the world around me until I tune back in. Must be a side effect of my old ass, or I’m just getting that scattered brained.

“Dragonborn, we greet you to High Hrothgar. What brings the high king to our lonely mountain?” Tikin, son of Arngeir asks. He the son of the only gray beard that wouldn’t shake the whole place when speaking with me. How that man came to have a son, I don't know and don't want to know.

“Ill tidings my friend, unfortunately while at the college teaching I have noticed change happening in the very magic around us, many others have felt it as well and I have come here to seek wisdom and see if you all have felt any changes as well. Maybe continue my walk to the very top to speak with the lone dov on the mountain.” I respond my eye lifted in question while using my nickname for Paarthurnax.

“We have indeed felt changes up here as well Dragonborn, to what might be doing it we have no answer, I do believe my father might have an idea on it but he has long since pasted, so we can not turn to him.” He says after a look of pain crosses his face. The loss of his father still weighs heavy apon his heart. “Paarthurnax may indeed have the information you are looking for Dovahkiin, I suggest walking up to speak with him, or some of the Daedra or some of the gods. They might have a idea of what might be passing or is happening.” He finishes before heading to his spot to start meditating.

In truth I had thought of turning to those sources for information but I don’t truly trust the gods, even when I go around with some of their artifacts on me. My trust of them little compared to the lords. They too I have little trust in, the only one I do trust in since he tends to be blunt, is The mad god himself, Sheogorath. Most of what he tells me comes to pass anyways but he has been silent the past few years, which isn’t like him. I start my walk once more up the last stairs to begin my walk to the lone dov. My work up there in years before had built a small rest point where the lone dov tends to rest, for others to rest as well and to speak freely to each other without fear of the heavy winds or biting cold. Even the old one tends to wrap himself around it to enjoy the warmth. It may have been made of stonebricks and carved stone but it was a good spot to rest. Turns out a pool of magma was hidden not to deep in the mountain and with a bit of digging we found it. Now it pools into a pool in the center of the rest, bringing heat to the mountain top. Nothing major mind you, just enough to warm your bones. Most non nords, (excluding the khajiit,) that make the Journey up here tend to almost cry to the gods when the see it. The building itself looks like most of the Nord ruins and burial sites just because it was the easiest to make. But with its circular pattern it was easiest to do. The only difference being its size to help fit a dov as well.

Upon my arrival on the lone rest, I saw I wasn’t alone, sitting close to the fire pit of liquid stone was the mad god himself, cooking a cheese wheel over the heat. I could only make out a little of what he was saying until I fully walked it.

“——it’s the end times I tell you, all of them have gone as mad as I have and now are making me look sane, me the mad god himself sane. Oh what is the world coming too.” He said looking to the dov who for the first time I truly seen worry upon his face.

“Is that why magic is suddenly feeling so strange my friend?” I call slowly taking of the bear coat I had put on after leaving the gray beards home.

“Ah my boy, perfect timing, yes it is why, change is coming my boy, very dangerous change, change that will leave all of world changed. Some... unfortunately, not for the better.” He said almost rambling on, pausing for a moment on some while seeming to look around.

‘Welp there goes the world.’ I thought. If the mad god says it, then it be true. “I need some mead.” I say aloud while slowly sitting down on the bench next to him and closer to Paarthurnax. A bottle of nord mead already appearing in hand thanks to the god in the room. I'm already chugging it when he spoke again.

“Well its not all doom and gloom my boy, at least not for you, with the many favors and services you’ve done for myself and the other gods. I decided to not let your life nor your services be unrewarded. Thus I have decided to help you live though all that will come to pass, but I do not know if I too will be there when you may return. I have already sent and moved those in which you trust and that you owned into your realm that I helped make. May I hope to see you again my friend.” He said not letting me speak until the end, and yet I couldn’t because he snapped his fingers and everything seemed to melt and change around me, like wax in a candle melting. Mountains shifting, fires burning all around for just seconds before passing by. Ice and slow consuming all before me. To my absolute horror I watched as our red moon was consumed in a portal leaving us with our smaller moon. The stars themselves started to shift till I no longer could recognize them. Time to me was moving like lightning around me, as I watch everything I knew change before me. The only idea I had was the gods and lords where either fighting and killing eachother or the change was a side effect from my slaying of Alduin. All i could do was float on and watch as the world i knew changed. Even now the sun began the shift and rise in a different direction. For a momemt I could swear the sun and moon stopped moving and then started again.

Equestia 2001 ND (nightmare’s defeat) September 17th (roughly eight thousand years passing in spell time)

Now I find myself floating mid air, over looking a new kingdom. This valley full of life trees flowing all the way down it till it seemed to reach a village, directly below me was a castle and what seemed to be a hold built upon a mountain, the town built around all hugging on to the mountain that once was the throat of the world. The city had beautiful shades of purple, gold, and white marble. Unfortunately whatever was left of the spell holding me up in the air was now gone and I was now plummeting towards the castle roof and what I suspected would be my death. The only real thought coming to mind and being spoken as well was my yell of. “YOU FUCKER!” Unknown to me those inside had heard me and my terrific entrance into their dining hall, though the roof and then upon the many tables of food. Thus leads me to where I am now, very much alive, on a very crushed table, all kinds of food most likely crushed and mushed into my heavy bear robe and most likely in the chainmail too. And to making it anymore confusing I have a bunch of armored horses yelling something at me and some how pointing spears and swords at me. There coats various shades of grey, white and dark gray. There armor helmets giving me imperial vibes.

“Shit.” I muttered once I noticed the remains of a table leg ramped though my lower gut, right above my hip, right where I didn’t have proper coverage by the chain mail. They seemed to have just noticed it to since they are backing off and judging by their faces, it’s the first time seeing blood. Oh boy their going to have a good show, if their this green, just at the sight of blood, then the rest is going to scar them for life. It’s going to take a good chuck of time with restoration magic to get that wound healed and it’s going to be a bad scar. Oh well another to match the rest adoring my body.

Now I see two taller horses coming closer to me. One is completely white with a flowing mane somehow with the colors of cyan, green, and pink of all things. The smaller blue one compared to the white one has various different shades of blue. ‘Judging by there attire they must be important or royalty.’ I thought for a moment. ‘Just how in the gods are there manes flowing like that, magic? But that absurd, no other creature besides us humans, dragons and those that served the dragons could use magic.’

This is going to be so fun, I already know it. I’m already starting to try to get my hands behind myself to try and lift myself up, this not the first time I’ve been impaled but I was a novice mage then. I can see them all getting freaked out by me trying to get up but I don’t care I know I need this out before I get a disease from it, I know the beast blood is technically a disease itself and over powers others but still, I know I can get worse because of this. By the time I’ve stood up to my full height only the horn on the white one coming to eye level, the blue one only coming to upper chest to almost mid neck. The guards only came up to lower gut to almost crotch level. Speaking of said guards, they seem to be stuck between either doing there job and protest their (possible) rulers and trying to not vomit. While standing up I started feeling the table leg with my left hand to see which way I’ve got to go to get it out and judging by what i felt I’m going to have to pull it out from the front.

“If you can understand me, sorry for what your about to see.” I said in hope they could understand me. I was hoping my face was apologetic looking while looking at them as well.

With my hands firmly around the leg I began to pull it free of myself. Already feeling my blood beginning to run free, my luck the leg tapered to a round nub so getting it free was easy. With a quick pull I get it free of my body, instantly dropping to a knee because of the new pain and odd cold in the wound. I already choosing to use grand healing I began to focus, changing the area of effect spell to a focus spot aiming directly at the hole though me. Already feeling the internals beginning to heal, basically starting at the middle and healing outward. I crack open an eye I had shut from the pain to look at those in front of me, in a bow like position. Their jaws open wide at I guess my spell craft. Both of the royals seemed in different ways, the white one seemed like she was going to try to help me, while the blue seemed like she was deep thinking. Perhaps thinking on what could she do to help maybe? A small smile graced my face hidden away by the beard. ‘I just might be in good hands, or is it hooves?’ I thought before turning my attention back on the spell and wound. Healing wounds like ice spike’s got me good at dealing these wounds. Granted most of the time they would shatter when they hit armor but I digress. The ones that hit in the arms or the legs where I didn’t have armor always bothered me the most. Once I feel my skin nit back together do I begin to cut the Magica to the spell. Now all I feel is a sore spot and a chill where the wound was. The soreness would pass but my shirts would need a patch, along with the bear skin coat I had on as well. The mad god must of put it on me during his spell.

Now fully healed again I stood once more staring down at what I suspected are royals. ‘Hope I didn’t just scar them by doing all that.’ I thought now rubbing the closed would with a what I hoped looked like a sorry or a friendly expression. Once again they started talking in a language I didn’t understand. Now with a face of questioning, eyebrow raised showing I didn’t understand. I watched as the blue one seemed to have had a idea, as her horn seemed to begin to glow. ‘How in oblivion is her horn glowing.’ I thought. Now very curious on what she was doing I didn’t realize it until the world around me somehow came back into focus. Like being under water and coming to the surface.

“What is he?”

“Did you see him rip that out of himself so easily?”

“Just who or what is this thing?”

Suddenly understanding the world around me, my focus roamed around the room hearing what the horses around me where saying, until my gaze shapped directly on to the blue one. Her face obvious that whatever she had done had worked.

“Ha ha our transition spell has succeeded huzzah.”

“It seems to have sister.” The white one said after looking to her now labeled sister, before looking back at me.

My mind at the moment was now processing what I just heard, both in I know could understand them and the fact I just saw them cast magic. My mind at a full loss over witnessing what I just watched happen, everything I know just having been proved and broken by this blue equine.

“Are you alright sir, you haven’t spoken anything since my sister cast that spell on you? My name is Princess Celestia and this is my sister Princess Luna. What is your’s, my dinner and cake interrupting friend?” The whi- Celestia said, clearly forcing her smile while having a wing, (‘They have wings!?’) Towards her sister.

Finally my mind after feeling like the mad god himself had royalty fucked it into cheese and put it back, slapped itself back into finally responding. “What in the nine was in that drink!” I muttered out in full confusion. For some odd reason I started to suddenly imagine some kind of skeleton sitting on a throne saying “wat” with ever increasing worry and frustration in his very nasally voice.

“When I see that mad god again, I’m going to feed him his own feet for whatever he has done to me.” I said full on focused on the floor below me feet since my anger was not warranted on those around me.

4 hour later on the friendship express

"So what did the princess what us for anyways? I was busy doing practice tries on some stunts that will get my into the wonderbolts." Rainbow dash said out loud completely bored of the train ride.

"Their letter was very brief, and just said to grab all of us and our elements and to then head to canterlot. She said we have someone new to meet. She didn't say who it is or why we have to." Twilight sparkle said in turn before slowly becoming nervous. "I mean she even asked us to bring spike with us, no offense spike."

"None taken." Spike said before going back to his comic and snacking on a ruby. "It might be dragon related if i was asked to come too."

"It could be..." Twilight said before falling silent besides a few mumbles as she went though a list of what and why.

"Whatever it is, I'm just happy to meet a new friend!" Pinkie yelled before zipping around asking what this new friend might like and what they do, what they might look like.

"I'm just happy big mac was able to cover for me long enough so i could come too." Applejack said slightly worried about said far not having her around.

"Well dears, we are almost there." Rarity said point to the station coming around the curve of the track.

Once the train came to a stop, said train of just one car for the group to come up showing how much of a rush this was. As the doors opened to let them out a small group of guards waited for them. Chief among them was shining armor.

"Twilly!"

"BBBFF!"

Both siblings embraced in a hug before Shining's face became more serious. "We got to get moving, we don't want to keep everyone waiting."

"Everyone?" Twilight asked her brother.

"Whoops, I guess his way of speaking has started to rub off on me. He uses every'one' when he is talking about everypony." Shining said before looking towards everyone. "I suggest prepping yourselves for how he acts and how he looks. Took us some time but once he had time to calm down and I guess process everything that just happened to him, among getting a few cups of wine, he seemed to calm down and start talking and open up to all of us. My advice don't rush him with questions, he is still processing everything right now." Shining said looking to each one of them as they walked before turning his head to rarity. "He does have a cloak that he needs patched, by what I and cadence could get out of him, it was something his late wife made him and it being damaged has him more hurt then his wounds by the table."

"If its that sentimental, I will doing everything I can to fix it." she said with determination.

"He should just get a new one." Rainbow said uncaring.

"One guard suggested that, suffice to say, he isn't going to be talking for a month at least. Before you ask, yes he did break the jaw of said guard, before i'm sure cadence or I could." He said looking at her with a side eye. "And before you claim you could take him, you can't. Unless you could stand up while impaled though your lower stomach and rip it out like it was a splinter. You have no chance, his telekinesis might be very mana inefficient, his other spell's he showed off would have you either unable to move because your body locked up from electric shock or impaled with ice spikes. His mana reserves are almost if even deeper then both princess Celestia and Luna together. You would not win rainbow dash, even most likely you wouldn't be able to fly ever again if he hit your wings or their muscles." Shining said before turning back to the walk. "Though by his showing of his aim, by hitting a fly on the wall with a ice spike, it would be on purpose if he hit your wing." He said with a more cold tone.

"I bet i still could fight him and win." Rainbow said quietly.

"And before I forget, spike." shining said before turning his attention to spike. "When he was told that a dragon was coming with all of you, he did start freaking out and well the armor he somehow pulled out of his knapsack, well try not to freak out looking at it or at him. He said that his soul tends to make dragons freakout but he didn't say why. And as much as we tried to get him to take it off he said he wouldn't till he saw it was truly safe. I sure he is that stubborn that he truly won't take it off till he see's that your not a threat."

"On a level of Coolness from ogres and oubliettes is his armor at?"

"Easily barbarian evil overlord level of cool."

"I can't wait to see it!" Spike said now running along side shining.

When they all reached the main doors, the guards be the door turned and slowly opened it, the conversation inside coming into focus. "---then I lifted the drunk like he was a child right over my head before leaning back and smashing a table with him by falling backwards!" A almost joyless voice called out, its deep tone matching the now deep laugh coming from the figure. Decked out in a set of deep red and black armor that had upward facing spikes on its shoulder plates, the helm sat on the table near by. A nice long robe, cloak seemed to be mounted to the armor as well. The being's face was locked in a deep smile when he wasn't laughing. The wrinkles still showed on his face, from around his forehead to his cheeks. His snow white hair resting on his shoulders, a rather short beard was around his mouth and his piercing blue right eye soon looked at them while a milky left looked at them as well. His face had many small scars but had one major one running down over his left eye, starting in his hair line before ending at his beard, the rest must be hidden in his beard. His eye seemed to pass over all of them before it focused on spike. His eye lingered on spike long enough before slowly turn to the princesses.

"Yeah, i can admit defeat. You both are right, he is completely harmless." He said to both celestia and luna before slowly sitting his mug down and slowly taking his gauntlets off and waving his hand in a come here motion to spike. Spike in turn slowly began to walk over to him as the tall figure slowly bent down to try and match spikes height. Kinda hard for someone over 6.8 feet high but he still tried. Once spike was in front of this being spike could begin to feel some kind of feeling, like he was in front of a elder who was to respected and listened to. Spike unknowingly feeling all the souls that were mixed with the being's soul in front of him. Said souls looking though the eyes of the 'host' were either trying to not laugh at the "dragon" before them or be angry with this lizard claiming it to be a dragon. The Main soul the dovahkiin himself was in equal of all of those around himself but was more trying to not laugh.

"So, your spike the dragon huh?" He said his voice monotone and flat.

"Yes, I'm spike the dragon, Spike the mighty." He said puffing out his chest.

"Then, Spike the mighty, give me your best fire breath. Right here." He said pointing dead center of his chest.

"But won't that hurt you?" He asked looking into the eyes of the being.

"Did i shudder? Hit me with your fire." He said his voice now laced with slight anger and his blue eye now dragonic looking at him, fury hidden be hide it. Spike in a moment of fear and wanting to run from this sudden feeling of dread let out a belch of green fire right dead center of his armor and hitting said being in the face as well, said fire turned into black smoke after burning itself out. "Well this little one has some fire in him after all." A voice said as the smoke cleared from the being. His face slightly caked with soot, and his armor barely looked different. His anger look now a wide grin. "My turn." He said before he said "Yol Toor Shul" As a hot, warm to spike, Gout of flames cover spike and burned into the floor. "Well met, Spike the mighty." As the flames burned away leaving a soot covered spike, who in turn started to smile to match the one in front of him, both came to realize most, if not everyone in the room was poised and or looking sacred at what just happened. "OH Yeah, I forgot to mention that's how dragons say hello to each other, didn't I?"

"That was awesome, Do it again!" Rainbow, Pinkie and Spike yelled while looking to him again.