The Dragonborn was a hero amidst the people of Skyrim. He had dealt with all manner of atrocities, falmer and bandits, undead and dragons, nothing had been able to stand in his way. But when a necromancer's spell throws him into a very mysterious and unknown land, he finds himself, for the first time in his life, overwhelmed. Now he must fight for friendships old and new, but in Equestria, nothing is black and white, and nothing is as it seems...

"Each event is proceeded by Prophecy
But without the Hero there can be no event."
- The Underking

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Quick Note

This character is based somewhat off my actual Skyrim character, a level sixty-something khajiit named Dar'Jzir (In this his name will be Do'Jzir). Feel free to like and dislike on your opinion and please leave constructive (keyword being constructive) criticism in the comments.

Because I've been asked this about twenty times, updating will be very bloody sporadic. Do not expect constant updates, I simply don't have the time to write that much. Sorry. Also, if you are following this, please for Celestia's sake check up on my blog posts. I use them to ask important questions and the more help I get the faster I can toss chapters out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it, thanks.

[Note: This story was cancelled because it was bloody awful]

There comes a time in every ponies life, when they look back and just have to ask "Just how the hell did I get here?" For me, this is that moment. I was a caravan guard, I lived to explore, to see the world, to help where I could, and even maybe make a cap or two. That was until that fateful day I signed up for the caravan to New Appleloosa, when my entire life was changed, for the worse.

My name is Black Lightning, this is my story.

(This story is cancelled, I'm never going to update. Thanks to everyone who read it. Feel free to check out my profile for my other fics.)