Gajeel Redfox survived the Dragon attack at Helgen and is now on a mission to end the return of the dragons. But after slaying a dragon, Gajeel discovers he’s the DragonBorn, someone born with the blood of a dragon and is destined to end the dragon from the legend’s rein of terror. Join Gajeel and his housecarl Levy as they journey across Skyrim to fulfill his destiny.

Rated M  

ACT I: The DragonBorn’s Return.

Chapter 1: Unbound.

Darkness. That’s all he could see at this moment; pure darkness. He knew he wasn’t inside a dark room or blindfolded, because his head ached and his eyelids felt heavy. As the pain in his head subsided slightly, he began to hear something; horses. They were trotting through the hard, dusty roads and carrying something. A carriage? Definitely a carriage. But the thing was, where was he? The pain in his head subsided and he now had enough strength in his eyelids to open them. When he did, his vision was blurred. It didn’t surprise him to be honest, he was out cold for quite sometime. He looked down at himself and noticed it right away; he was wearing ragged clothing and his wrists were bound together. He was a prisoner.

“You’re awake!” a voice called to him. The man looked up and found a soldier, bound just like he was looking at him. The man, (Jet he believed he was called) sadly smiled “You tried to hop the border; into Cyrodiil. That’s why you’re here, it’s obvious you’re innocent! You had to have been mistaken for a Dragneel Rebel when you were arrested. Those damn Imperials ambushed us, just like you and that horse thief over there.”
“Hey!” said the thief “If it wasn’t for you Dragneel rebellion bastards I would have stolen that stupid horse and would have been half way to Hammerfell by now!”
“We’re all brothers in binds now, thief.” the theif looked at the man with a pleading look “You know we’re innocent! We don’t belong here!” then he looked at a young man with short black hair who was bound and gagged and sitting next to our hero.

“And what about you?!” the thief screamed “Dear Gods, what happened to you?!”
“Watch who you’re talking too!” Jet screamed “That’s Zeref Dragneel your talking too! Our true king!!”
“Z-Zeref Dragneel?” replied the thief “The Jarl of Windhelm?  You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they’ve captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?”
“All I can say, is that Sovernguard awaits.” The man looked at the rebel soldier with disbelief. Sweat began to run down his tan skin, his blood red eyes shrunk in fear and terror.

“Hey, horse thief,” Jet began “where are you from?”
“W-what does that matter to you?!” the thief asked in a scared tone.
“A Nord’s last thoughts, should be about home.” a moment of silence passed before he replied:
“Rorikstead. I-I’m from Rorikstead.”  The carriage made it’s way into a nearby town where it’s walls were high and mighty.
“We’re approaching Helgen. Funny, the great Imperial walls use to make me feel safe when I was a boy. ” The four prisoners entered the city and noticed the residence watching them.

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