Dragon Cleansing: A Tale of the Dragonborn

by duvagr007

Chapter One: Great, Lost Again.

Chapter One

Just being in Skyrim was a difficult life. The harsh winters, the ragged terrain, and the creatures that lived there were all constant life takers. Being a Kajiit in Skyrim was even harder. You were hated and stereotyped just because a few of your people were thieves. You were no different from the rest of your kind. Were you also a thief? Yes. Did you get yourself locked up in prison for it a few times? Of course. But you had something special about you, there was one thing that separated you from the whole of Tamriel. You were the Dragonborn. You had slain Alduin, The World Eater. You settled the war between the Stormcloaks and the Imperials. You were the head of the Thieves Guild. You even had a few Daedric artifacts. One of these artifacts, The Wabbajack, was lying on the ground nearby. It had been knocked out of your hands during a fight with an uncharacteristically strong Dremora Lord. You had bested a few before, but this one was different. He seemed smarter, faster, and stronger than the others you had fought. He gave a testament to his heightened intelligence when he ran for your fallen weapon. He had been fist fighting you before, courtesy of the disarm shout. Now he ran for the weapon he had knocked from your hand. You were still a little dazed, so your movements to stop him were slow and shaky. He picked up his new weapon and aimed it at you. A soft glow surrounded the weapon as he charged it up, it was moments from firing, and you prayed to the nine that it didn't turn you into a chicken, or some other animal.

"Foolish mortal," its deep voice was raspy from the fight, giving the Dremora an even more frightening air about him. "You could not hope to best me, now perish in agony, so that I may be rid of you." The glow around the Wabbajack intensified, and a ball of light shot out of the end, flying towards you at a blinding speed. You barely had time to register that you were about to die before the ball reached you. There was a flash of blinding light, and you felt yourself being thrown back. The light died down and you saw a forest below you, steadily growing closer. You realized two things. The first being that you weren't dead yet. The second being that you were probably about to be. You fell through the tree canopy, branches lashing at your sides as you did so, and caught sight of something small and yellow a ways off to your right before you hit the ground and everything went black.

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You awoke slowly, a nasty headache and other general pains throughout your body dulling your senses. The first thing you noticed was that you were indoors, and a large number of animals and animal cages in almost every corner of the room. You were laying down on a couch with a blanket draped over you. You noticed with a bit of concern that your weapons were missing, as was your armor. In fact, you were almost completely naked under the blanket. You had no clue where you were, and not being able to defend yourself worried you. You sat up slowly, rubbing your still throbbing head, and began to look around the room you were in for some sort of closet or chest. You saw what looked like a promising closet on one wall, and were about to get up and search it when you heard a door to your left open, and a butter-yellow horse came in. She was carrying a tray with what looked like a bowl of soup on it. She- at least you assumed it was a she- seemed a little startled that you were awake, but quickly overcame that and began to walk toward you slowly. You didn't trust this horse thing, and you immediately went on the defensive, preparing to fight and kill this horse at the first sign of aggression. She smiled at you, seemingly unaware of your feelings towards her, and set the tray down on an end table.

"It's okay. Don't worry kitty, I'll make sure you get all better. Now come eat your soup so you can heal. C'mon." Was she mocking you? Did she have no respect at all? Or maybe... you had never seen anything like this horse before. It was obviously a horse, but it was... different, and not just because it could talk. Which, come to think of it, shouldn't surprise you. You have met a talking dog, so a talking horse can't be much different. Could it? Best to play it safe, she seemed to not know what you were. 'Well, I do need answers about where I am. This horse seems like a good place to start as any.'

"You do realize I can talk right? And I am a Khajiit, not a... 'kitty'" You din't exactly get the expected response. Instead of answering you, the small horse yelped and flew into the closet you had noted earlier. It seemed she was very- wait, she flew? Great, so not only was she a talking horse, she was a talking pegasus. This made things all the more interesting. You stood up and went to the closet she had ducked into. You opened the door to see her curled into a ball, shaking like a leaf. Fantastic, she's a chicken. Speaking of which, I could go for some chicken right now. You shook your head and got back to the task at hand. You needed to get this little pegasus to trust you. A certain word came to mind, and you smiled slightly. Instead of shouting, you merely whispered,

"Ov" Trust.

The pegasus sat up, her flow of tears stopping, and her face rising into a more peaceful appearance. She looked up at you and smiled. She nuzzled you slightly, this took you a little off guard, but you let it pass. You stood, and she stood with you, still smiling.

"Now then," you stared. "Where am I, and who are you?"

"You're in Ponyville, and I'm Fluttershy." Fluttershy? Well, that sure did explain a lot. "Who are you? If, that is, you don't mind me asking." She hid behind her mane a little, and you groaned inwardly. This little thing was too shy for her own good. But, at least she wasn't trying to kill you, so that was a nice change of pace.

"My name is J'dagna. I'm a Khajiit, as I stated earlier. I'm personally from Skyrim. My people hail from Elsweyr. Now would you mind telling me where the things you pulled off of me are? I would very much like to get my belongings back."

"Oh, um, right this way Mr. J'... J'dan...J'dar..."

"J'-dag-na," you enunciated.

"J'-dagna. Right this way Mr. J'dagna." She turned and walked into what looked like a kitchen, then went through a door and down a flight of stairs into a basement. She walked over to what looked like a storage chest and opened it. It held everything you had on you- minus the Wabbajack. You hurriedly put on your Nightingale armor (except for the cowl) and hooked your glass war-axes to your sides. You grabbed the potions you had had with you, mostly health and stamina, and drank a small healing potion before you forgot. You put your ebony bow across your back, along with the hundred or so matching arrows you had with you before being stripped. You pulled out the large pouch that held your gold, and turned to Fluttershy, pulling out a gold piece.

"Does this resemble what you use as a currency here?"

"Um, well it certainly looks a lot like a bit. But I'm not sure if ponies would accept it. You would have to ask around first. I could come with you... if, that is, you want me to." You cracked yet another smile at how shy this horse, wait, she called herself, and her kind, ponies, was being. You where beginning to think that it was almost cute. You figured it best to respond to her comment, seeing as you didn't know what kind of a threat her or her race posed to you.

"I think it would be in my best interest if you did accompany me. Other, ponies, might not take to kindly to a strange creature in their city."

"Oh, okay. Oh, and Mr. J'dagna?"

"Hm?"

"Ponyville isn't big enough to be considered a city. At least, I don't think it is. Y-you might but, I suppose that's all a mater of opinion." Ponyville, you thought to yourself, what a ridiculous name for a town! And I thought Falkreath had a strange name.

"Let's just be on our way." She nodded and you followed her back up the stairs. This time, she led you to a door on the far side of the room you woke up in. When she opened it, sunlight assaulted your eyes, blinding you momentarily. After your eyes adjusted, you could see that the small little hut that you had been staying in was very isolated. Though it seemed Fluttershy wasn't alone, despite her distance from civilization. Animals of all sorts surrounded her home, playing with one another, napping, or swimming in the nearby stream. You thought it was quite peaceful, another change of pace from Skyrim. You saw a chicken coop nearby, and licked your lips at the prospect of some chicken breast. You looked back toward Fluttershy, who was slowly walking down the road ahead of you, and where about to ask where you could get some chicken, when a realization hit you: Horses don't eat meat. Well this sucks.

Comments

[IraqLobstah]

Longer chapters please. Not only do longer chapters help you practice your writing skill, its
more enjoyable for the reader because they have more to absorb. More details and substance.

This looks like a nice fic. Id like to see it to its end.

[Salacar]

Looks interesting enough, I'll see where it goes.

Also, any relation?

Even Farther From Home

[Natzo]

We need a Khajiit tag.

[SupremeSoviet]

For the love of Talos more!

[User_Name555]

Another skyrim fic? And with a Kajiit? AWESOME!

[JJtheWarrior]

Skyrim? MLP? My favorite Race? No more words can or will be used.

[OoooyVeeeeey]

I don't know what nightingale armor looks like so I'm going to imagine it as daedric. If... If that's okay with you.

[Allen H]

I haven't read it yet, but I hope you included the part about dragons in MLP eat gems.

[Perception Filter]

Good. Seems a little rushed, but still good.

[SupremeSoviet]

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Here's a picture of the armorimages3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120102112238/elderscrolls/images/9/91/TESV_Nightingale_Armor_Male.png

[Okhlahoma Beat-Down]

I'm sure Sheldon Cooper, male Imperial Dovakiin, with his power of summoning horrors like Oodahving, Dremora Lords, Dremora Kynval, and Lydia would scare the hell out of everypony with his personal Falmer bow of flames, BURN IN HELL.

(Note; it's not got a daft name. TRY TALKING TO MR STFU EBONY is my favorite sword I use when people need to STFU.)

[duvagr007]

WOW. This has barely been up for 3 hours and it's already drawn LOADS of attention. I should have written a Skyrim crossover a long time ago!

[Ponyhound]

Great read, needs more Unrelenting Force!

[RedGamer8]

Awesomeness. Kahjit are awesome, since they razor shap, awesome, slicing up chunks of bandits, claws! Also now I want chicken! Godspeed and goodluck! (Fus ro yay!)

[OoooyVeeeeey]

As Heavy would say "THANK YOU!!!"

[Lorem Ipsum]

Hmm.
810615 J'dagna is credit to team!

810102 This shows promise. Please don't let this fall to the wayside.

[Referments]

insta faved i like skyrim crossovers

[Medium-Chan]

I NEED MOAR GOD DAMMIT!!!

[AlTheDragon]

cmon, attack spike already! I wanna see twilight rageshift, most importantly I wanna see the dovahkiin assault him just by noticing he was a dragon. like hes just walking then sees this little dragon riding a pony and is all like. ... dragon + my axes + freeing possible enslaved ponies = soul, money, fame, and possibly thanemanship. FUS-RO-DAH!!!!!

[MyLittleSoldier]

Wow. This was pretty good.

[oldtimeydude]

He was talking in first person. Khajit don't do that, remember that they talk in that oh so alluring third person. 'This one is called J'dagna. He and his people hail fro Elsweyr.' Come on! Don't be doing this, I'm liking this so far!

[GordonFreebrony]

You, sir, have a good grasp on characters. At least so far. I will read this, albeit I generally dislike second-person fics... Lets see how this goes...

[Dragon Fire]

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Yes some of the kajiit do that but when you play as one you don't. 600+ hours logged playing Skyrim you start to notice such things.

[roman117]

Why was he talking in first person? He's a Khajiit!

[Spencer Lightning Write]

And I thought Falkreath had a strange name.

I laughed so hard at how you dissed Falkreath… no one likes it

-Lightning

[tylerlego623]

And Shegorath is involved. Shegorath is always involved.

[sirraf]

yeah sure make fun of Falkreath because a place called elsewhere is so original

[hs0003]

4314442 If you understood why that name was picked, you would understand the genius behind it.

[booman980]

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why was it picked?

[Vaven Myar]

its khajiit not Kajiit