Author: Cho Luna
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket, Skyrim
Pairing: not yet
Word count: 409
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A mythical dragon ruins a school trip, and six dragonborns involved find themselves in a dangerous mission to kill the dragon.
A/N: a crossover between KnB and Skyrim V : The Elder Scrolls. There will be a lot of friendship pairs here but only a dash of ghei, so don’t expect too much. We try to make it safe for non-fujoshis.. well, not guaranteed tho.. mwehehe. Writing ghei stories is irresistible, lol. Well, gonna post the first chapter in a few. Anyway, if you’ve seen this before, there’s two authors, so it will be posted in two places. And anyway, we decided to make a deadline for updates, which will be the first of every month. Or at least, within the first weeks. Sorry for making the date far awayy >< school’s such a dumbass. Anyways, here comes the prologue, so enjoy, and we hope it’ll be good enough to catch your attention.
Chapter 0: The Prophecy
You should have acted. They're already here.
The Elder scrolls told of their return.
Their defeat was merely a delay.
From the time after Oblivion opened.
When the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood.
But no one wanted to believe. Believe they even existed.
And when the truth finally dawns, it dawns in fire.
But there is one they fear.
In their tongue, he is Dovahkiin - Dragonborn!
A small man stood in the middle of a main street, gazing from afar at a crowd a few meters away from his standing place. From behind him, a swarm of people ran past him, joining the loud crowd with various weapons grabbed tight in palms.
It’s the year of 4E 201. The High King of Skyrim had died, murdered in the hand of Ulfric Stormcloak, the head of a particularly intense rebel group and a dull state. The death then left a huge mess of two big source of power fighting over for domination, creating a loud and angry crowd every time they clash. The small man sighed, turning his back away from the shouting crowd, walking toward his waiting friend a few meters far from him.
It was only a matter of time before Skyrim falls.
The small man sighed again, now heavily, concerned about the unsure future of his country. A herald orated loudly near him, attracting his attention as he passed through the herald. Talking about a prophecy, the herald’s words stopped the small man on his track, the prophecy hit him square at his unsure thought. That’s right. There was a grim prophecy about this situation. And a very believed one at that.
A civil war will mark the revival of a great evil force.
Far away, deep in the stomach of a great mountain, a low grumble voiced out of a gigantic, black rock pile, not loud enough to even make it across the thick wall of the surrounding mountain. The far end of the rock pile moved on its own, revealing a big, cold dark blue eye, except the black lump wasn’t a rock pile at all. The grumble repeated, now a few frequencies louder than the first, and a heartbeat after the dark cave turned bright from a bright light emitting from the cracks of the mysterious ‘rock’ pile, its dark saffron color intense and dangerous. The dark blue eye blinks.
Their defeat was merely a delay.
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