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// Chapter 1: Adjusting 
// Story: All Hail the Dragonborn 
// by RedtheDestroyer 
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I groan in pain finally able to wake myself up after blacking out temporarily. It feels....warmer than I remember. Now that I recall what happened, it doesn't add up.

I was at the Throat of the World and battling the embodiment of destruction himself in a dead lock. Just when he was weakened enough, I was going to use the elder scroll to weakened his destructive powers that he made through time. But, something went wrong.... All I remember next was the crafty smile of the dragon.

I get up and observe my surroundings to discover I was on a plain. The wind softly blew on the grass which cause a slight rustle amongst the grass itself. It was surprisingly peceaful. Beautiful in its own right.

But such things wasn't my main concern. What I need to find was Alduin and end that monstrosity once and for all.

I search across the plains for any civilization until I see in the distance I mountain, but the strange part of this mountain was that it had a castle like thing latching on the side of it. Such a structure made me wonder how it was even possible. I then head up to the base of the mountain and start climbing.



Climbing mountains was never easy for me even in Skyrim. Mainly because of the creatures that laid in wait within them, but for this mountain. There was not really any threats in sight which disappoint me greatly.

It wasn't long before I made it to the strange city it appears to be. Except there was one catch to everything. The 'people' of this city are bipedal ponies with hands. I have seen a lot of incredible things during my life, fighting dragons, see floating skeletons, fight in the afterlife, and so much more, but this just about tops it all. The ponies of the city looked at me strangely for my different build because unlike them I am a Nord.

Fortunately, the armor I wore conseals my true race, but this did not stop from one of the guards dressed in golden armor to approach me. "What are you doing here stranger. It's quite odd to see a pony like yourself dressed in such heavy armor."

So I decide to roll with the punches. "Well, you see, I came here because I'm from a different land to negotiate with your Jarl."

The guard stares in confusion at me, but a guard ran up to him terror in his expression. "Come quick! A dragon is attacking the city!"

The first guard was shock to hear that and follow him. I follow close behind. The roar of a dragon pierced the sky before a torrent of fires were breathed in to the city folk. Many screamed and ran in circles to get away from it. However, I noticed one difference about this dragon. It spoke not a single Shout. Was that even possible?

I didn't have too much time to think it over before unsheathing my current sword: Honed Ancient Nord Greatsword of Scorching. I dash at the beast shouting with all my might in a shout. "Joor Zah Frul!"

A burst of blue energy escape my lips as it directly contact with the dragon. It roared in surprise as it was then forced to land on the city streets. I charge with greater speed after it before it made eye contact with me for a brief second. I swipe my greatsword down slashing as much into it as possible in the process it burns the dragon directly in those said wounds.

It roars in agony before it turns its own head toward me to unleash a torrent of fire upon me. Fortunately, my armor has fire resistance enchantment on it, but I could still feel the burns it caused. I stepped back before charging my blade to slash deeply into the dragon. Its eyes widen before it finally broke out of my Shout's power.

"Ah, that actually hurt for a tiny pony like you." it cries out.

The way the dragon spoke was also foreign to me too. It seem to me that this dragon must be entirely different all together, but the beast still has the same weaknesses.

It took back into the skies, but this time its attention was all on me. It chase me down the streets trying to burn me alive. Yet, I still had one more trick and then he'll die for sure.

"Joor Zah Frul!" I shout again. It hit its target again before it plumates to the ground in confusion.

"What is this.... witchcraft!" it shout in rage.

His rage is cut short because I ease my greatsword letting out a war cry before I decapitate its head completely off the body. The body fell shortly limp. The ponies around me however look in a mixture of horror and shock.

Then the familiar sensation of the dragon's soul coming into my body over took me for a few moments before disappearing. All that was left of the dragon is the skeleton of the dragon.

"He...slained the dragon." one of the fancy dressed ponys state in horror and relief.

"Well of course, that's part of my job." I casually mention.

"I've never seen a dragonslayer before." Another one of the ponies said.

Not sooner had the pony said that the Royal Guard surrounds me pointing their weapons threatenly toward me. "Sir, you'll be coming with us for questioning." one of the guards said as calmly as possible.

Yet, I didn't have time for Jarl guards, so I did the best option I had. "Wuld Nan Kest!" I blur faster than sound pass the guards and into the horizon leaving a trail of a whirlwind in my path.



A Royal Guard member opens the door to the Canterlot Castle's throne room. The guard obviously scared out of his mind approach Celestia with unease. "P-Princess Celestia, the dragon was....slained." He reports.

Celestia gave a look of astonishment toward him. It's no secret how strong dragons are. They could easily scorch the lands down as they see fit while going toe to toe with the Royal Guard even with little numbers dragons have.

"The nobles saw the pony who did this. He's some sort of dragonslayer. He even absorbed the dragon's skin!"

Celestia inwardly cringe at the mental image of how that sound. But at the same time, she was curious at why this 'dragonslayer' was in Canterlot. "Send all guards available. I want the 'dragonslayer' brought back to me alive." she declared.

The guard salutes to her before leaving.

And so the legend begins.