Petalbeam is a pony who just wants to find her special talent and she knows that she will never find it in Cyrodiil, so she moves to Skyrim to find it, only to find out that she is alot more special than she first thought.
Note: I have changed the story in the fiction, as to avoid spoilers.
It was a misty, dank afternoon and a heavily guarded Imperial carriage was trundling along a narrow lane, headed towards the small village of Helgen. In the back of this said carridge sat four bound ponies. One of the ponies was slumped to the left, with an angry red lump just above her left temple. The other prisoners were glancing nervously to her lump which made an unmissable contrast with her shockingly white coat. One prisoner, named Carth took an interest to this unconscious pony, when to his surprise, her eyelids began to flutter and open. The three other prisoners noticed that the once unconscious pony was now awoken. Carth turned to her and asked with a faltering voice “What is your name, and where do you hail from?” “Petalbeam, my name is Petalbeam and I hail from Chorrol in Cyrodiil”. She replied with a dry voice, due to dissuse. “How old are you?” Carth said in a curious tone, glancing at hr flank. “I’m 19 years old, today”. She said in a confident tone. “Then why is your flank blank?” Carth said in the mean tone of the Imperial guards. “I have never tried to earn my cutie mark in Chorrol, as I never liked Cyrodiil and didn’t want to contribute to its shitty economy”. Petalbeam said sceptically “Watch your mouth, bitch”. Snarled the guard driving the carridge. “Who are these other prisoners?” whispered Petalbeam. Gesturing to right Carth said “This is Alexander of Rorikstead”. And nodding the gagged prisoner to Petals right he whispered anxiously “And that is Ulfric Stormcoat”. “Stormcoat!? If we’re travelling with the likes of him we’re going to face worse then jail”. Petalbeam whispered frantically. “We’ll just have to wait and see...” Carth whispered pensively.
The carridge slowly trundled into Helgen and crowds gathered, jeering at the captives and throwing rotten food. Petalbeam’s worst fears were confirmed when she saw an Executioner grinning stupidly at the prisoners whilst sharpening his axe. Their carridge was parked in a small heap of horse manure and the guards were pulling the prisoners off by their back legs. Unfortunately for Petalbeam, she landed face first in the manure. Being dragged to her feet she gave the guard a bitter stare and cued behind the other prisoners. Several names were called and the Captain finally called “Petalbeam of Chor-” A loud piercing screech cut her speech. People looked around curiously for the source of the noise. “What was that?” Demanded the Captain, as sh drew her sword. “Does it matter?” One of the onlookers called. “Yeah, get on with the execution!” Demanded another. Alexander was called up to he wooden block first. “Do you, Alexander of Rorikstead, plea guilty to the theft of three different horses?” Called the Captain. Horses were poor citizens of Tamriel who are often foalnapped whilst on the road and forced to carry their masters burden. “No! No I’m innocent!” Screamed Alexander whist a guard unshackled his hooves. He bucked out fiercely into the guards face, knocking him to the floor. In he moment of shocked silence, Alexander began sprinting towards the main gate, but the Mages were already casting fire bolts at him. Seconds later Alexander was nothing but charred bones. After the crowd had finally took their eyes off the remains of Alexander, they returned their gaze to the chopping block and resumed jeering and spitting. The guards then dragged Carth up to the chopping block and then the Captain said “Do you, Carth of Riften, plea guilty to attempted murder?” “Yes, I do”. Carth said loudly. “Then you are sentenced to death”. Declared the Captain. The Executioner grinned broadly and lifted his a high into the air and with one mighty fluid movement swung it down to Carth’s neck. Petalbeam had her eyes glued to Carth’s the whole time and he noticed in the last second of his life and smiled at her as the axe split his head from his body. A loud thud confirmed that his head had landed in the bucket. The guard who pulled Petalbeam off the carridge grabbed the chain that was bound around Petalbeam’s neck and dragged her to he block. He smiled viciously has he slammed her head down on the block. “Do you, Petalbeam of Chorrol, plea guilty to the illegal crossing of Skyrim’s boarder?” Asked the Captain loudly. “Yes, I do”. Petalbeam said with more confidence than she meant. Evidently the Executioner had noticed and began to chuckle heartily and muttered “I’m gonna like killin’ this un’”. Petalbeam drew in her last breath as the Executioner raised his axe, when a loud ear splitting screech knocked the Executioner’s aim off and the axe trimmed the side of Petalbeams’s mane. A huge earth shattering crash knocked Petalbeam off the chopping block and was paralyzed with shock as she turned around and saw a giant dragon looking right at her and snarling...
As Petalbeam stood there looking straight into the dragon’s emerald like eyes she felt a almost familiar feeling, almost like she had done this thousands of times. She kept calm which made things easier for the dragon. It lunged straight for her, snapping its jaws as it got closer. In contrast to Petalbeam’s complete calmness the whole village was running around in utter pandemonium, stalls were being pushed over, ponies were being trampled and worst of all a small army of Stormcoats had turned up to save their leader. Steel met steel as both sides met in the village centre, and on the sidelines Petalbeam was dodging the dragon’s lunges at an unponylike speed, clearly annoying the dragon. The small war that was raging stopped when the dragon let a large burst of fire erupt from its mouth. This startled Petalbeam and she snapped out of the stupor that was saving her life, she began backing away until her rump bumped into a door. The door suddenly burst open and a Stormcoat pulled her in. “Get in, quickly!” The Stormcoat said frantically. “Whats going on?”. Squeaked Petalbeam. “Its that big fucking dragon, are you blind?” Said the Stormcoat, his voice strained from stress and fear. He handed Petalbeam a steel short sword “Here take this and help me kill some Imperials, would you?” He said casually “Actually, I’d like to kill that big fucker of a dragon, if you don’t mind”. Said Petalbeam fiercly “So be it”. Snarled the Stormcoat and before Petalbeam could stop him, he slashed her flank. Bleeding heavily she turned around and swung er sword at him, he blocked and countered, making a gash in her side. Seeing spots in her eyes, from the pain and feeling dizzy from the blood loss, she began thinking frantically until she had an idea, she swung the sword at the Stormcoat but feinted the blow and slashed at his belly, instead of his neck. She put so much force on the slash that she split his stomach open and some of his entrails slid out onto the floor. Feeling sick and disgusted at herself she began walking up the stairs of the tower looking for a potion of healing. Midway up the tower the wall toher left burst open and the dragon looked furious. The shock knocked Petalbeam off her feet an she fell part of the way down the stairs, exhausted, aching and feeling sick, she drew her sword and ran back to the dragon, slashing furiously. The first swing missed the dragon, but the second swipe cut off a shield shaped clump of scales. Snatching up the scales, she ran back down stairs and used the strap of the Stormcoat’s scabbard to make the scales easy to hold. She ran back to where the dragon broke through the wall, only to find it gone.
Continuing up the stairs, Petalbeam reached the top of the tower, and found a spelltome for Firebolt. Down below she could see the Imperials fighting the Stormcoats ferociously, she then looked directly down and saw the dragon breathing fire. She considered jumping and before s knew it, she had jumped and landed perfectly on the dragons back. She hacked and slashed at the dragon’s neck before it noticed that she was there and swiped her off. She landed hard on the ground, she had hacked away at alot of the scales of the dragon on the back of its head. I need to get back on it and strike its exposed skin, thought Petalbeam. She knew she had pissed the dragon off and feared the consequences. She began to sprint away from the dragon, She swiped a steel greatsword from the ground as she ran, She immediately regretted it as its weight put a strain on her. She ran around the tower and carried on sprinting when a crash made her stomach clench she heard a demonic voice roar "FUS RO DAH!" and the tower of which she was running in the opposite direction began to fall. There was no way she could get out of the way in time and the tower fell on her. The dragon roared in triumph and turned back to the fight, obviously intending to destroy the rest of the buildings. The dragon began spewing flames and wiping out soldier after soldier, it smashed buildings with its tail and it shredded the crops. The two factions continued to battle disreguarding the dragon that hadn't been seen since the 1st era. The battle suddenly stopped and everypony that was alive looked at the dragon, the dragon had roared so loud that the clouds began to break up and the sun began to shine its rays through. Petalbeam was stood on the dragons back with the steel greatsword jammed in the dragons exposed skin. She had stabbed with so much strength that part of the hilt of the sword was in the dragons neck. The dragon fell to the floor, obviously dead and both sides of the war began to cheer to Petalbeam. Both sides of the battle retreated back to their cities. The remnants of the village were cheering and Petalbeam jumped off the dragon and held her front legs out wide, as though to air hug the whole village. The cheers died out instantly as a large shadow began to loom over Petalbeam. Her eyes widened as the dragon lunged down and swallowed Petalbeam whole.
It took Petalbeam seconds to figure out what had happened. She was trapped in the vast stomach of the dragon and she could only think of one way out. She drew her steel shortsword that she had been given by the Stormcoat that she killed. "This is gonna get messy". Muttered Petalbeam as she lunged at the wall of the stomach. She stabbed low and dragged the sword up and cut a whole to freedom. The dragon fell once more and she stabbed it through the piercing emerald green eye for good measure. The relief of killing the dragon dissapeared just as quickly as it came, the dragon began to glow and slowly its skin began to flake off and evaporate and Petalbeam felt a rush of power surge from the body of the dragon straight into her chest. "Behold, as the new Dragonborn is here!" Shouted the Village Elder. The village Elder hobbled upto Petalbeam and said "In the ancient language of the Dovah, you are Dovahkiin, literally translating to Dragonborn". "What happened with the dragon when it died? Why is it just a skeleton now?" Petalbeam wheezed weakly "You just absorbed its soul and now you harbinger the power of their language!" He replied in an excited voice "How do I use this power?" Petalbeam said between breaths. "Alas, I don't know, there is not a person alive today who knows about the way of the Dragonborn." The Elder said mournfully. "I need information, any information on Dragonborns, is there a scroll or book with such information?" Said Petalbeam with a hint of desperation "There is a book, named 'The Book of the Dragonborn' but it hasn't been seen since the 2nd era." "How many copies of the book are there is Tamriel?" "Just one, and how can we be sure that its even in Skyrim?" "I don't know". Sighed Petalbeam "I know where you could possibly get more information on this book" Said the Elder quickly "Where, I need to know right now!" Said Petalbeam a sudden rush of hope and excitement "There is a very old colt, older than me infact, who is the libaraian at the Winterhold College, He may have more information" "Thank you so much!" Said Petalbeam as she spun around and pelted out of the village, Its gonna be a long journey, thought Petalbeam as she took one last glance at the smoky remains of Helgen.
It had been 2 hours since Petalbeam had left Helgen and she was making good progress, she was really nervous whilst travelling alone, She had heard stories of random muggings and murder as a child in Chorrol, but that was Cyrodiil, a more civilised place than Skyrim. She had seen many things whilst walking but something that she saw on the roadside piqued her curiousity, they were three stones sticking out of the ground all having a different constallation carved in to it and a big hole right through them. She had only recognized one of the constallations and the one she knew from Chorrol was The Mage. She approached it at a trot and tapped a hoof on it and it began to glow. She jump back in suprise as a great blue beacon light burst from the tip into the clouds. The light vanished as suddenly as it came and her forehead felt different, rubbing her forehead with a hoof, she felt something sticking out. "No, it couldn't be!" She exclaimed.
She sprinted to a small puddle and looked into it, and right there, sitting on her forehead was a horn. Once an Earth Pony, now a Unicorn, she knew it would be hard to adjust. Reaching into her satchel she pulled out the Firebolt Tome and read it whilst resting against a rock. After spending an hour reading it and 30 minutes trying to cast Firebolt she gave up and realized that all of those years living next door to the Mages Guild had done nothing to help her magic skills. Her face turned an angry shade of red as she realised that she was the only Unicorn that couldn't do magic. She screamed in frustration and BOOM! A firebolt burst from her horn and set a tree on fire. Startled from the sudden use of magic, she began making up time to Winterhold. She arrived in Riverwood an hour later and decided that she needed a rest. She opened the door to the Sleeping Ursa Major and paid 10 Lunas for a room. She was given the room next to the bar, she entered the room and her horn started vibrating, Something was disturbing the magicka flow in this room. She pulled back the duvet and found the markings of a shock rune. "The fuck?" Petalbeam said slowly. The door slammed shut and was bolted from the other side. "What in the nine is going on here!?" Bellowed Petalbeam. She felt the air move quickly behind her, she spun whilst yanking her Steel Shortsword from its scabbard and vertically blocked a dagger to the throat. "Your reflexes are astounding!" Cried the Pegasus with the dagger "What the FUCK were you trying to do?" Demanded Petalbeam. "Well, isn't it obvious?" Said the Pegasus, smiling shyly "YOU JUST TRIED TO FUCKING KILL ME" Yelled Petalbeam. "No I didn't, if I tried to kill you, you'd be dead". Said the Pegasus matter-of-factly "Then what in Akatosh's name were you trying to pull?" Demanded Petalbeam "I was just testing your skills, I'm Chad by the way" Replied Chad calmly "Do you even know me?" Asked Petalbeam. "Yes, actually, I seen your execution-gone-wrong, You showed that dragon whos boss". Said Chad, grinning again "Why are you here?" Demanded Petalbeam. "I want to help you find that book". Said Chad, keeping himself from smiling again. "How do you know about that book?" Asked Petalbeam, raising her eyebrows "I can turn invisible, I was stood next to you". said Chad, grinning more broadly than ever. "How do I know if I can trust you?" Petalbeam said quickly. "Because, if you want, you can keep all my weapons and I'll be harmless". Said Chad slowly as though he was talking to a child. Petalbeam took his weapons out of his saddlebag and turned to the mirror. She noticed something different about herself. It wasn't the horn, the flank was still blank, she then realised that it was her flanks. She had been sliced earlier in the sides and they were completely healed in the space of 5 hours. She'd have to get to the bottom of that mystery but for now she had to get to Winterhold.
Petalbeam and Chad had seperate rooms that night, and Petalbeam had seen Chad in the natural sunlight for the first time that morning, He had a glossy blue coat with a crimson red mane, but his most interesting feature were his snow white wings. "Why are your wings white, Chad?" Asked Petalbeam, raising a single eyebrow in suspicion. "They are birthmarks".He said casually. "Interesting..." Muttered Petalbeam. They reached the end of the road and stopped. "So, this is where we part ways then, nice meeting you, Petalbeam". Said Chad with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Oh, fuck, I forgot to tell you that your sticking with me now". Said Petalbeam, smiling for the first time in weeks. "Awesome!" Squealed Chad with excitement. "If you squeal like that again, I'm confiscating your vocal chords." Said Petalbeam grinning more broadly.
The next few hours passed very quickly and before they knew it, they were walking past Whiterun. Petalbeam had come to the conclusion that Chad was very cute indeed, and everytime she thought this she blushed bright red, which against her white mane, was very hard to hide. "So, tell me, Chad, why did you put that Shock rune on my bed back in Riverwood?" Petalbeam asked "I was trying to show you how good I am at magic". Chad smiled "Well, it certainly worked, but what if I didn't notice it and I just got into bed?" She asked, her trust faltering "I would have disspelled it". Said Chad, with a serious face.
Another few hours had passed and they could see Windhelm in the distance. "Pssst" Whispered Chad "What?" replied Petalbeam in a frantic whisper "See that Bandit camp over there?". "Yeah". "Do you think we could take them on?". "Is it worth it?". "No, but its fun". "Well I do need to blow off some steam".
Concentrating hard, Petalbeam began charging a Firebolt. "On my marks, release that into the Chieftain's face". Said Chad, Stringing up and arrow. "GO!" Screamed Chad Petalbeam released the firebolt and it hit the Chieftain straight in the face and knocked him backwards into a spike in the floor, the spike cut through his iron armour like butter and pierced straight through his heart. With no leader to guide them, the rest of the Bandits turned on each other trying to escape. "I guess we have somewhere to sleep tonight then". Said Chad, satisfyingly.
Petalbeam woke abrupty and she knew something wasn't right. The tent she was sleeping in was tied up like a sack and she was moving in a slow, steady pace. She heard grunts coming from the outside of her tent and started to panic. Finding a Silver Dagger left in the tent by the bandits, she jabbed a little hole in the fabric and gasped. Two giants were carrying a tied up tent each, and she could only assume that Chad was in the other. The giants had been carrying Petalbeam for what felt like hours, when the giants stopped and put the tents down. Slicing a new hole in the fabric, she saw Chad cutting his way out of the back of his tent. Knowing that he would grab her tent and fly away, she exhaled in relief. Chad finally cut himself free of his fabric prison and took a fleeting glance at Petalbeam's tent and flew away as fast as his snowy wings would permit. Feeling the sharp sting of betrayal, Petalbeam's throat dried up and she began thinking about what the giants planned on doing to her. Looking through her fabric hole, she began to look at what the giants were doing, as to get a clue to what lied in store for her. Both giants had their backs to her, so she didn't have a clue what they were doing. After half an hour one of the giants grunted victoriously as a flame ignited the sticks it was hunched over. One of the two giants grabbed the tent that once trapped Chad and threw it on to the fire. nearly an hour passed and the second giant pulled the charred remains of the tent out of the fire and shook it and looked confused. Obviously expecting a cooked pony to fall out of the sack, it looked furiously at the heated swords and the burnt animal pelts and then immeadiately turned its attention towards Petalbeam's tent, hoping that there was food in there. Thinking fast, Petalbeam sliced the tent wide open and tried to run away from the Giant. Roaring furiously the giant began sprinting after her, covering more ground, the giant began to gain on Petalbeam. A red and blue streak bolted past Petalbeam and was headed straight towards the giant. A loud slicing noise made Petalbeam turn around and she immeadiately regretted it. The giant has been decapitated and its veins and arteries were spouting blood in a crimson shower. Stood there, basking in his victory, was Chad. With a certificate smile, he winked at Petalbeam, who clearly wasn't has happy as he was. "Where the FUCK have you been?" Demanded Petalbeam, with venom lacing each of her words. "Sorry I was a little late, you no how much of a pain trolls can be, don't you?" Chad said with a boyish grin. "Why did you run away?" Spat Petalbeam, her eyes glaring daggers at Chad. "I couldn't take on two giants at the same time, even if I am flawless in battle". Chad said, flicking his mane. "Okay, enough chit chat, we still have another giant to take care of".
Petalbeam turned around expecting another giant to come sprinting towards her, but the clearing was empty. She was suprised as giants was infamously known to never flee from battle. She caught Chads eye and gave him a puzzled look. They then began to walk away from the clearing to a safe place in the woods. they had been walking for 5 minutes when Chad stopped in his tracks. He slowly put his ear on the floor and looked terrifyed. "I think we should get moving, like now". He said with and uneven voice, all of his coolness gone. "Why?" Petalbeam asked "Because I can feel a small pounding on the ground and its getting more noticable by the second!" He exclaimed
Suddenly Petalbeam began to shake beneath her feet, she turned around and her stomach lurched, One giant and two Mammoths were charging through the trees at a breakneck speed. They had no hope of winning this battle. Chad grabbed Petalbeam's hoof and flew straight upwards. Petalbeam felt the adrenaline flowing through her equine form, the wind rushing through her mane so this is why people become adventurers, for this kind of thrill. The euphoria was short lived as one of the Mammoths picked up the giant and threw him upwards towards them. Petalbeam screamed. Chad suddenly let go of Petalbeam and closed his eyes. He began to glow green, and suddenly, a surge of energy hit Petalbeam and she turned invisible. Her fall was cushioned by the layers of tree leaves she passed through as she neared the ground. Her rump met the floor with a bump and she realized that she was sat in the middle of the Mammoth's line of sight, yet they didn't look at her nor did they attack her. She then analysed what Chad had done, he had passed his ability to turn invisible on to Petalbeam, but he had done it just as he was turning invisible, resulting in Petalbean herself turning invisible. High above she heard Chad scream. She didn't even need to think about running, and so she began hurtling towards a guard caravan she could see on the out skirts of the woods. "Hey!" She screamed "Huh?" Grunted the Guard as he turned. "Help!" Screamed Petalbeam
The guards began galloping towards the Mammoths and the Giant to help the struggle but it was too late. The airborne giant swung its club down with the fury of a Daedra and hit Chad directly in the head. He began hurtling down to the ground at a breakneck speed and hit the ground with a loud crunch. "NO!" Screamed Petalbeam, her throat tightening up with grief as though a thorn vine was being wrapped around it.
She fell to her rump and began crying. She only knew him for two days and already he'd became her best friend. She knew that she could have stopped him from dying... But she then realised that she hadn't examined him, but she knew she still had to deal with the giant and the mammoths first. One of the guards pelted past her and engaged in battle with one of the mammoths. The mammoth was soon gushing blood all over the floor and the slightly fatigued guard moved on the the other one. Petalbeam unsheathed her Steel dagger and began galloping towards the dumbstruck giant. She jumped up high and slashed into the Giant's hip and she then blasted a fire bolt into the open wound. The Giant's leg was torn from the rest of its body, Petalbeam slowly walked towards the heavily bleeding Giant, her eyes narrowed and she raised her blade and plunged it into the Giant's neck. She was showered in crimson rain and veins as soon as she removed the Dagger, she turned away and galloped towards Chad. No doubt about it, he was dead. His two front legs were dislocated and the back two legs were broken. Petalbeam gagged when she noticed that Chad's back legs had splintered and pierced the skin. Theres nothing I can do.
Petalbeam turned around and hung her head in exhaution, she had spent three hours burying Chad. She spent a further 5 hours walking to Windhelm. As soon as she walked through the gates to Windhelm she collapsed on the spot covered in blood. A nearby Earth Pony ran up to her unconcious form and dragged her to a temple of Arkay and placed her on the hospital bed.