Aight, Author's Note: This chapter is just a preview to see who is interested, I know it's not much, I'll edit more in later. This will be a crossover between Skyrim and Fairy Tail. I noticed there were very few not-dead Fanfictions of this out there, so I decided to give it a shot myself. Basically what happens is that after Alduin is defeated, the Dragonborn is sent to Earthland instead of Nirn by mistake, and needs a way home. He enlists Fairy Tail's help and joins the guild. But they have bigger issues, as Phantom Lord has started it's attack on our favorite guild.

EDIT: Officially finished this chapter. Please review and like and tell me what you think, this is my first time publishing fanfiction. Let me know if you want me to continue!

"Zu'u unslaad! Zu'u nis oblaan!" Alduin cried, breathing his final breaths as his body decayed and his soul withered.

Alduin was no more.

Our hero, the Dovahkiin, Folkvar Fenrik breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Despite his burns and scratches from fighting the mighty beast, he felt like he could continue on for much longer. It must be adrenaline, still pumping through his system, or perhaps it had to do with being in Sovngarde.

"This was a mighty deed! The doom of Alduin encompassed at last, and cleansed is Sovngarde of his evil snare." Tsun spoke as he approached the Dragonborn.

Folkvar wiped sweat from his brow while brushing his long blond hair out of his face, turning to Tsun.

"They will sing of this battle in Shor's hall forever. But your fate lies elsewhere. When you have completed your count of days, I may welcome you again, with glad friendship, and bid you join the blessed feasting. When you are ready to rejoin the living, just bid me so, and I will send you back." Tsun continued.

Folkvar took a deep breath, glancing over the Nord Heroes before nodding. "I'm ready. I hope the next time I come here it will be under much less grim circumstances."

The three Nord Heroes nodded in agreement, bidding the Dragonborn farewell as Tsun responded. "Return now to Nirn, with this rich boon from Shor, my lord: a Shout to bring a hero from Sovngarde in your hour of need."

The words were instantly fed into Folkvar's mind, Hun Kaal Zoor. But it was quickly interrupted by the three Heroes chanting, "All hail the Dragonborn! Hail him with great praise!"

Before Folkvar had a chance to tell them to stop, that he really didn't need the praise or attention, Tsun Shouted at him, staggering him, and his vision quickly went white.

When he came to after, was it days? Hours? Seconds? Folkvar found himself in a forest. This wasn't Skyrim, he noted immediately. It was much too warm for that. Folkvar stood back up, dusting himself off. Might as well take a look around, right? Maybe he'll figure out where in Tamriel he is. It wasn't long before he found a town with architecture he'd never seen the likes of. After a bit of asking around, and several strange looks cast his way, Folkvar came to a devastating conclusion.

He was not in Tamriel, nor Nirn. He was in a completely different world.

Folkvar took the news rather well, all things considering. Having traveled to Apocrypha and Sovngarde probably helped with not freaking out. He just needed to find some way or someone to send him back, simple, right? He starting asking around again, trying to find out if there was a mage's college like in WInterhold. The information he got was something along those lines. He found out that there are several guilds across this land for Wizards alone, and they would take jobs that needed to be done. Similar to the Companion's Guild, then.

He asked where the nearest one was, and learned it was called Fairy Tail, right in town. But when he mentioned it to anyone, he got even stranger looks. Was that… Pity? What had happened to make people act this way? Folkvar got his answer soon enough, when he came across the Guild Hall. It was trashed, metal poles sticking out of it. Still, it looked like they were still operational, as it had a basement it seems.

Folkvar entered, he figured he would just walk in, find the leader of the guild and ask for help that way. But, of course he didn't expect it to be easy. It was obvious the guild was having trouble with whoever trashed their Guild Hall. Perhaps he could help them in exchange for their help. Folkvar walked down the stairs to the basement, getting a few looks as he over heard a few of them speaking with a short old man. Then, the pink haired one punched a crate, splintering the wood and creating a hole.

"Ain't gonna happen, Gramps! We can't just let them trash our place and get away with it!"

"I'm not talking about this any longer. We'll handle job requests down here until the upstairs is repaired." The old man responded calmly, despite being drunk.

"We shouldn't be worrying about jobs right now -!"

"Natsu! That's enough out of you! Besides, we have a guest!" The old man turned to look at Folkvar.

All eyes were now on him. Only now did Folkvar realize how out of place he looked. Full Dragonbone armor, Dragonbone sword and bow, not to mention he was tall and had a large build. Typical for a Nord warrior, but obviously not the people of this Fairy Tail Guild. The pink haired boy, now that he noticed him, was giving him a strange look, as if he was suspicious of him.

"I, uh, have a job request for this guild." Folkvar responded, uneasy with all the eyes on him.

"People don't usually come directly to us for job requests, normally they go through the Council." The old man responded, raising an eyebrow.

"My apologies, I'm not from here, and I didn't know. But I could really use your help. I don't have much on me, but I'd be willing to help you in return. It seems your guild has had trouble with another."

The old man looked at the others around the guild, then nodded and looked back at Folkvar. "What do you need help with? From your appearance it looks as though you could take care of things yourself."

Folkvar paused, then gave him a sheepish look. "Well, normally I would take care of things myself, but this is a bit out of my league. Is there a place a little more… private, that we could discuss this?" He didn't like all the eyes and attention on him, it made him uncomfortable.

"Of course, right this way." And with that, the old man that Folkvar assumed was the guild master led him to what looked like an archives room.

They sat at a long table that had a few books and scrolls laying across it. The old man looked at Folkvar expectantly. The Nord took a deep breath, about to explain things.

"I think an introduction is in order first. My name is Folkvar Fenrik." He introduced himself.

The guild master nodded. "Makarov. Now, what is so important that someone like you needs help?"

"I need a way home. You see, through some… unforeseen events, I found myself here, instead of my home, which I believe is on another world. You call this land Earthland, do you not? I call my world Nirn. I come from the province of Skyrim, on the continent of Tamriel."

Makarov took on a look of contemplation. He thought for a good long moment, making Folkvar wonder if he believed him.

"Alright. I'll admit, I haven't heard of such places before, but I believe you. I'll do what I can to help you back home. But as you already pointed out, Fairy Tail is in a bit of a pickle right now. Why don't you join our guild in the meantime? By taking jobs, you might find a lead to bring you home. Are you a Wizard?"

Folkvar shook his head at the second question. "I wouldn't consider myself fully a wizard, but I do know some magic. I wouldn't mind joining this guild, though. If you'll have me."

Makarov smiled and patted the Nord on the shoulder. "Welcome to Fairy Tail, then, Folkvar! Here we are like family, so I expect you to treat us like such!"

Folkvar smiled back, and nodded. A family, it sounded nice. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

After they gave the Nord a guildmark, navy blue on his left shoulder, they re-entered the basement. Makarov gave everyone a big smile, and yelled, "Everyone, welcome our newest member, Folkvar Fenrik!"

The guild erupted into cheers of welcome, although their hurt spirit from the attack on their guild hall dulled it somewhat. Folkvar looked around, taking everything in. This would be his new family, until he found a way home.