A 'Regular' Multiversal Travel

[A/N: The MC's appearance]

[A/N: Before you read, please note that the MC is a Futanari and BISEXUAL, if you have a problem with that, please leave, please keep any hateful or disgusting comments to yourself]

Walking along the road in a residential area of New York City, Sora was going on about her day and was heading home with a few bags in hand full of groceries, but as she was walking suddenly sirens and alarms blared through the city as people began suddenly panicking and running away.

Looking towards the direction in which the people were fleeing, Sora could see what appeared to be a distant light flying down from the sky and towards the city.

Realizing what the object was, Sora's eyes widened before a blinding flash destroyed Sora's vision within a single moment before she felt a searing pain and then nothing...

She couldn't feel anything anymore, she couldn't hear, she couldn't move, she couldn't even feel any sensation that she felt moments ago...

Even the pain disappeared...

'Am I dead?'

'Was that a Nuke?'

'A-Am I dreaming?'

Suddenly the once dark vision of Sora's lit up once again as a figure of divine light appeared floating before her.

Looking around it seemed as though Sora was in some kind of abyss of darkness where only she and the Figure inhabited it.

Looking back at the figure, Sora found that it resembled some kind of Divine Golden Dragon that seemed to be giving Sora a fatherly smile which kind of crept Sora out a bit...

"Oh how I've dreamt of this moment, it's so good to finally meet you, Sora."

"Finally?" Sora asked.

"Yes, finally, due to the nature of my abilities and nature I can see the past, present, and future and all of the possibilities that entail, one of the many possibilities was you, your appearance here, and your possible future," The Golden Dragon spoke.

"Who are you?" Sora asked.

"I am Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time," The Golden Dragon introduced himself.

"Akatosh...no way," Sora muttered thinking about a game she played for thousands of hours.

"Why am I here? What do you want of me?" Sora asked.

"Do you wish to live once again? Not as a simple mortal, but as a Dovah? As a Dragonborn?" Akatosh asked.

"Why are you offering me this?" Sora asked.

"I see your potential, you are worthy of the Mantle, and in all honesty, I wish for you to be my daughter."

Sora's mind temporarily short-circuited as it tried processing the information the divine being just told her.

Once she snapped out of it, Sora accepted the Divine Being's offer.

"Then I will send you on your way, please do talk to me once in a while, I wish you luck and success, I will be watching over you my child," The Divine Dragon told me one last time before giving me a fatherly smile and bright golden light covered my being.

...

[A/N: The '...' will represent the passing of time or the switching of Views]

Suddenly being blinded by such light I couldn't help but close my eyes before feeling a strange warmth as sensation quickly returned to my body.

Then I suddenly found that I was in a sitting position, something was binding my hands together, and I heard many sounds around me and felt the wind on my face.

Quickly opening my eyes I was shocked to find myself sitting within a carriage with other prisoners heading towards what appeared to be a fort!

'Are you fucking kidding me?! Akatosh made me the Last Dragonborn?! Doesn't that mean that I have to deal with all that hectic shit in the future?!' I screamed in my mind before hearing something so incredibly rememberable that I wished I could get a different starting option.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

'Shut up! Please don't make this situation I have found myself in even worse by using such cliche words!' I shouted in my mind but stayed quiet.

Deciding to be quiet and let fate help rescue me from the jaws of death and away from this accursed fortress, I just kept my face calm of all emotions and tuned out the outside world as I began thinking of the hell that awaited for me once I left the 'safety' of Helgen.

Soon enough the carriage stopped and I found that the prisoners were being brought off and recorded on a list.

Soon enough it got to my turn.

"Name?" A man in imperial armor asked next to an Imperial Captain.

"Sora, child of Akatosh," I replied calmly.

"Akatosh? You a priest or something?"

"Or something," I replied.

"You're a long way from the Imperial City. What're you doing in Skyrim?" The Man asked.

"Currently? Being executed for walking near some of you," I joked.

But seeing the frown on their faces I just shrugged and motioned over to the other prisoners before stopping by the Jarl of Windhelm and Leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, Jarl Ulfric.

"If you want most of your men to survive the trainwreck coming our way I suggest you have them move away from that tower and instead towards that tower over there," I suggested and made sure Ralof, the man who spoke to me on the carriage overheard.

"What do you mean? What's coming? And what's a trainwreck?" Ralof asked.

Without answering him I just nervously smiled upon hearing a familiar roar in the distance.

Soon enough after the roar, a man's head was chopped off after telling a priest to be quiet and I was chosen to be the next one executed.

As I calmly walked up to the block, I heard yet another roar as my head was pushed down upon it.

Looking up towards the tower I couldn't help but smile in relief upon seeing a large figure of black flying at fast speeds towards the fort.

"It's nice to meet you, Alduin, the World Eater."

Suddenly landing on the tower before me, chaos began to quickly fall upon the fort as it shouted in draconic language turning the sky dark and cloudy.

And suddenly as a vortex seemed to form in the sky, countless meteors began raining down upon the fort, one landing next to me and immediately killing the executioner about to cut my head off.