*Commissioned, I did not make this.

I did write the poorly written story below though,

Things were different for me now. The conveniences of my past life were gone and like Dorthy in the wizard of oz, I was far away from home. While the world around me felt old the skies above were alien. Instead of a small moon that occupied the sky in my old modern world, a large ringed gas giant dominated most of the sky in this one. At least when I could still see it. The skies were mostly never clear of clouds or some kind of weather natural weather. Perhaps I was in the wrong part of the world, as it always seemed to desire to hide things from my view.

I was scared... the things I was taught and my dependency on technology had left me unsuitable to survive in a world that lacked it's conveniences. Not that technology had completely left me, just that the things it required to completely function were lacking. Cell phone signal for one, my phone became just a camera and music player at this point while my car became just a shelter I could hide away from the blustering weather. My tires couldn't find traction or didn't have the horse power to move through the feet of snow surrounding me like a white desert.

I had to shovel snow away from my exhaust so I wouldn't kill myself with lethal levels of carbon dioxide. At least living in a blizzard parts of the United States had caused me to pack it with a survival kit. My supplies could only last me so long however and no matter how many times I hit the onstar button, I realized I was no longer in Kansas any more. Well not really Kansas since I'm not really Dorthy nor do I have a yippy dog side kick... but the company would have been appreciated at this point.

I decided to stay were I was, perhaps tomorrow the skies would clear up and I could move out and search for help. During the night I was awoken with a starting roar that echoed through the blistering air. What the fuck was that? It sounded bestial in nature and very close. The only other thing it reminded me of was that movie with the annoying naive kids who were inside a self driving SUV with red and green bright colors. Of course there were dinosaurs in that movie and I had been rooting for the dinosaurs to get the brats. Sadly it was the lawyer who bought the farm, but hey the world had a lot of lawyers and politicians so such things were not a complete lost. Maybe they should make a movie in which the dinosaurs rampage through Washington DC eating Republicans and Democrats alike.

Oh shit, there it is again... I could feel the vehicle vibrating from the noise. I looked down to my beverage in my cup holder and saw the fluid making rings as if something large was outside thumping about. Could dinosaurs survive such colds? A ice T-Rex? Please tell me I wasn't in some cheap SyFy channel movie crapfest. Slowly I moved the blanket over my head, not wanting to see a large predator eye in the window next to me. Perhaps this was karma for me... for that one time I stood up in the middle of the theater and began shouting, "Yea! Get those little shits! Eat them!" To the scene in which a pair of raptors were chasing after the kids. A bunch of kids in the audience were crying at that point and my drunk self was led out by some angry looking theater employees... Perhaps pissed off I was being such a bad customer. At least it was a time before police started being in movie theaters, otherwise I would have to suffered police record. Thankfully I was a cooperative drunk and was more than happy to follow orders from people. I woke up the next morning asleep atop of my car Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra with puke all over the wind shield. People of course walked by me smirking as they headed towards the mall. At least Youtube and Facebook weren't around back then.

Speaking of which, I looked into my rear view mirror and at my face. A young youthful face looked back at me and not some old balding fat man. My gut was gone and I began to realize why I almost had a wardrobe malfunction when I left my car for the first time. Well I shouldn't complain about that I guess... Then of course I heard a few knocks at the glass next to me. I jumped and quickly turned to look at the face of an old man with scars on his face. His blue eyes seemed glow blue, at least I thought they did. He smiled warmly to me for some unknown reason, please tell me he wasn't one of those creepy types of people.

"Obi Wan Kenobi?," I queried him sarcastically or maybe it was because it was the first thing that popped into my head. I seem to speak before my brain tells me the proper thing to say.

"I am not him, but I am here to help you.," I quirked an eyebrow and checked the rear view mirror again to make sure I didn't turn into Leia or perhaps Jabba the Hutt. I looked back half expecting him to turn into a zombie Luke Skywalker. Okay Okay, another thing you have to realize about me is that I have a very active imagination. For fucks sake, when I drive I pretend I'm in the Millennium Falcon dodging asteroids while the bumper riding jerkwads following me are tie fighters. I know it doesn't help my case that I have a stuffed Chewbacca doll in the passenger side secured in the seat belt. Probably doesn't also help that I have a, "I'm Rebel Scum" bumper sticker in the back of my car... and the Darth Vader flanked by two storm trooper bubble heads on my dashboard.

Then again the old man outside knocks on the window again to get my attention, "Alright, alright I'm coming out." I murmur softly as I unhook myself from seat belt and unlock the car door to step out.

"So are you from the AAA?" I ask the man as I step out and he thrusts a stash of something into my chest.

"You better put this on boy, too cold for what you are currently wearing." He pulls away and I eye him up and down, first and foremost he doesn't have any uniform and what he currently is wearing reminds me of yet something else. You know this show on HBO called Game of Thrones, the garment reminds me of what the night's watch wears. Leather and black loose fabric that has that raven appearance. What probably earned the night's watch the nickname "Crows" from Wildlings.

I don't really argue with the guy much, he is right after all. My garments match what someone would wear in the autumn, not in the winter. After all last I remember the colors of the trees were just turning and the temperatures were in the mid-forties. So all I had one was a light hooded jacket. I kept that on and wore the new clothes around my current light outfit.

After I was done he immediately turned his back to me and started to walk away. He'd raise up one arm and make a come with me gesture... though part of me was close to thinking he'd flip me off but that never happened. "Follow me boy, I'll lead you to town."

"My name is not boy!," I call back as I start to follow not happy to leave my brand new red impala out here, but was even more perturbed that he was referring to me as such. After all I was 35 years old... yet when I last looked into the window of my car I looked what I used to look like when I was still living with my parents roof. What was up with that?

"Then what do you call yourself then?," He'd continue moving forward his head turning to the side a little so his voice would carry on to me.

I opened my mouth about to blurt my name out to him and stop. Not that I was scared to give him my real name, just that I was embarrassed to do so. After all there were so many ways people can pick on the name Terry Dimple. I know this from experience, at least from high school. When you became an adult there were other ways adults could pick on you. And well, I didn't think I was in reality or back home. I felt as if I was on some quest or in some epic story and that there should be a better name given that would be revered.

This of course brought me back to my imagination, at least the things that sparked my imagination. Being an adult and working in corporate America you begin to slowly hate corporations and big companies. They are after all big monsters... no entities who do evil things while pretending to be good so people become their customers. Sometimes this is at the price of their own workers. Being a corporate drone for years, I became interested in a comic called Zero Nero, which stared this computer whiz kid who hacked into company computers and brought the truth out to the public on what bad things the companies were doing.

Essentially the CEO's or whatnot were trying to defeat Nero, by hiring other bad hackers to find him or even hiring corrupt law enforcement. Of course the most prominent villain of the comic was a CEO for a military defense contractor Sonar who was named Nex Rush who also had political motivations... I could go on and on about this but lets just say this is why I replied, "Just call me Nero..."

The old man didn't say anything to this and continued to walk forward. At least he didn't make any mention of Star Trek. Not that I hated Star Trek, you just don't call a hard core Star Wars fan a Trekkie to their face. Or at least this Star Wars fan anyways, I didn't know many others who shared my interests. I as more of the type who kept himself behind closed doors and watched marathons of shows and had my face buried into the books and lore. In other words, I wasn't a very social person.

"So ummm... how did you find me?" I asked non nonchalantly as I tried to pass the time. Though I was also trying to forget how all this walking as making me. I wasn't the type who exorcised... well back when I was fat, but I had just lost of a lot of weight. What gives, my body still felt it weighed a lot more. Then of course I looked up into the blistering sky. I remembered I was no longer on earth as I knew it but on a alien world that perhaps had a heavier gravitational pull. Just that I couldn't see the gas giant I saw earlier with all of the snow and clouds in my way.

"I could smell you..." He finally replied back and this caused me to frown. He could smell me through all of this? How far away from me was he when he caught my scent? This of course caused me hold up an arm and smell myself, I didn't smell that bad! Crazy old man.

My thoughts were abandoned when another large roar broke through the blistering snow. The old man had stopped and continued to wave me on, "Go Nero, hurry up! I'll handle this."

He didn't really need to encourage me, I would have kept on moving. Now however I was moving faster, like how a fat kid would if someone had tied a package of twinkies to a string to a motorcycle and had just started to blaze off. Though I would have to admit, Ho-ho's are better then twinkies.

"Yea! Have at it Obi-wan!," I called out only to stop as a bright blue flash colored the snow in front of me. And the sound that happened sounded just like a light saber powering up. You know there may have been a snow tyrannosaurus about to bear down upon me, but I really wanted to see a light saber in action. I stopped and turned around and I did not see a Jedi with a blue glowing blade in his hands. What I saw is something that lawyer saw on the toilet when that T-rex knocked down the pooper down from all around him.

A massive creature loomed behind me, one that made a T-rex more comparable to the size of a kitten. It had reptilian features, like... scales. Though the scales were blue and not the normal shade of green or brown. It did have a elongated snout that looked like a T-rex's with all of the sword sized teeth. The horns of course made it look demonic and if I were a christian I would have probably pissed my pants. Wait wait sorry, I think anyone would have pissed their pants. Why I didn't is because well, I was not drinking a whole lot had been conserving my water. I was thankful I could keep my dignity before I died.

Those large blue inhuman eyes looked down to me, the large beast regarded me for a moment, "I told you to keep going, what did you not understand?" That large beast had just spoken to me! The old man was gone and in his place was a gigantic four legged beast with wings standing before me. I just stood there as my mouth dropped more.

"What are you?," I finally manage to let out.

"I am Malkin.," He replied before looking away from me and into the direction the next fearsome roar spilled from, "You better get going, I can not guarantee your safety with you so close to the upcoming battle."

The sound of wing beats woke me out of the shock I was in and something even more fearsome began to make itself appear from the white haze of the snow. This thing looked scarier and more wild then the dragon next me. Hell it reminded me of something I had seen before, the dragons from the game of skyrim.

Malkin snarled at the approaching beast and I ran away screaming at the top of my lungs "Holy shit! Must go faster! Must go faster!"

If you were expecting me to use a dragon shout, you were wrong... I am not the dragonborn!

And that beast was actually a wyvern, or another way to say wild hungry for human flesh dragon.

art by  Rhos
Original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16810303/