Hey all! This is my first fanfiction so I could use any advice or criticism. I do not own any of the characters from Skyrim, but I do own my OC's. Enjoy the story!

Anna watched from below the throne as three imperials entered the palace. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, her father had especially told her to remain in her room, her secret room far above where she now sat. But she couldn't, how could he expect her to? In a manner of moments, her life could change completely, and yet she was supposed to stay in her room? No, she would be here; she had to be here, to see for herself how this moment would turn out. She had snuck out of her room when she knew her father had left. She knew all the secret passages of this ancient building, plus she was light on her feet, unlike most twelve year olds. Before long she had made it to the base of the throne. She ran her hands along the bottom searching for the secret handle. As she reached the left side she felt the small handle. She gave it a small tug, opening a small passage beneath the throne. She squeezed through the small hole and lifted the small door, sealing herself in. She could only guess that this was used as a hiding place in the past, for there was some ancient magic on the bricks that allowed her to see through to the hall, yet no one could see in. She waited there until now.

Now that she was here, however, she wasn't so sure she had made the right choice. The three people who had just entered the palace scared her. She wasn't sure why however, they were just two men and a woman, her father had at least ten soldiers not to mention his gruff looking right hand man. Surely these three people didn't stand a chance against all of these men. Still, none of her father's men moved as these three imperials walked to the throne where her father sat. The man leading them, dressed in red and gold light armor spoke first.

"Ulfric Storm Cloak!" He said firmly, "You are guilty of insurrection, murder of imperial citizens, the assassination of King Torygg, and high treason against the Empire. It's over."

It's over. What did that mean? Were they going to kill her father? They couldn't, her father couldn't die. Before she could get a grip on her thoughts, Galmar, her father's right had man growled back, "Not while I'm still breathing, it's not!" Anna felt a surge of hope as he said this. Galmar was strong, maybe the only man she knew who was stronger than her father, not to mention that he was ten times more stubborn. All of her hope melted out of her as she was a look of announce cross this man's face. He wasn't even scared! He saw Galmar, this huge powerful man, as nothing more than an annoyance. How? What power did he have to have so much confidence?

"Step aside Galmar; we are here to accept Ulfric's surrender." This time it was the woman who spoke. She looked like a fierce warrior, though Anna knew Galmar could easily crush her with his bare hands. Despite her fierce look, Anna concluded that she must be insane. Her father would never surrender; he would fight until his dying breath. She knew this, which is why she was not surprised when her father replied, "I'll never surrender Skyrim into the hands of a corrupt and dying empire." Her father loved Skyrim, and would do anything to free her. Of course, that is why her life would change on this day. She knew it, she could wish as hard as she wanted for a different outcome, but deep down she knew how this day would end. The woman spoke, obvious disgust in her voice, "Skyrim doesn't belong to you, Ulfric."

Anna knew better. The Nords of Skyrim loved her father; they looked up to him to free them from the clutch of the Empire. Her father in return loved the land and wanted nothing more than freedom for her. Skyrim didn't belong to Ulfric Stormcloak, Ulfric Stormcloak was Skyrim.

"No, but I belong to her." Ulfric proudly said.

"Enough!" The man in gold yelled, "You are traitors and you will die traitors' deaths. Stand down and face public execution, or advance and face summary execution by my hands. It matters not to me. Either way I will be sending your heads back to Cyrodiil." The thought of her father's head on a spike make Anna sick to the stomach. She tried with all her might to focus on the seen in front of her.

"Well," She heard Galmar speak. He sounded almost excited for the inevitable battle, "What are we waiting for?"

Before anyone could react, Galmar swung his mighty battle hammer. Anna knew he hit his mark as she heard a sickening crunch of steel and flesh followed by a scream of pain. Anna was right; Galmar crushed the life out of Imperial woman. The man in the gold armor screamed in outrage as he saw his ally go down with ease.

"So much for Imperial might," her father mocked. He swung his enchanted axe; The Imperial could barely raise his axe in time to block. Ulfric continued to shower this Imperial with a barrage of attacks. Somehow each was blocked, but there was no way this man would be able to go on the offensive. Ulfric was merely tiring him so that when the moment was right he could deliver the final blow. Anna could see the Imperial's blows slowing, while her father's stayed strong and quick. Before her eyes, she saw her dad hit his opponent's sword out of his hands and swung the death blow to the general. Except the blow never met its mark. Instead a single word echoed through the room.

FUS-RO-DAH

Galmar flew through the room and slammed into Ulfric. Anna had completely lost track of the third man. He was dressed in plain leather armor, but he had a huge ebony sword. And he had the voice. While Anna had been focusing on her dad, he had killed all ten Stormcloak soldiers. But how? He didn't use voice until now, and a two handed sword was slow. With such light armor, he should have easily been over taken.

"Ah… Dragonborn, it's about time you helped me out. Now let's take care of these two fools." Anna could see a mad hunger in the Dragonborn eyes. This man delighted in killing, that much was clear.

"There is no need for your help, Tullius; I will take care of this myself." The man smiled raising his sword.

"Right. Then get to it." Despite the harshness in his voice Anna could tell he feared this Dragonborn. She looked over to her father and Galmar, who had both gotten up. Galmar looked as though he was going to say something to the Dragonborn, but before he could utter a word another shout filled the room.

WULD

One minute the Dragonborn was standing twenty feet from Galmar, the next moment his huge ebony sword was buried his is gut. A low moan except from the huge man's lips, his eyes rolled back. Anna almost screamed as she saw the insane smile on the Dragonborn's lips. With one fluent motion he lifted his sword and split Galmar, the huge strong warrior in two.

"You bastered!" Ulfric yelled.

FUS-RO-DAH

Her father used his own shout, blasting the Dragonborn back through the air. Using no recovery time, Ulfric charged the Dragonborn, Axe raised. With inhuman speed he brought the axe down, yet somehow his target was able to raise the huge sword in time. This man, this Dragonborn was somehow able to swing his sword as fast as her father, despite its size. The only difference between the two men was Ulfric had a stern frown on his face while the Dragonborn had a wild smile. Then she heard it, a low laugh. It started small and almost silent, but slowly it got louder and louder until the Dragonborn was full on laughing like a mad man. Ulfric was obviously getting frustrated, as his strikes became more and more frantic and uncoordinated. With one skilled move, the Dragonborn hooked his sword underneath Ulfric's axe, and tore it from his grip. Anna watched as the Dragonborn kicked him over lifted his arms and stabbed her father in the gut. She heard him grunt as the ebony bit through his flesh.

The general grinned and walked toward Ulfric, "Well Ulfric, you can't escape from me this time." He now stood over Anna's father and drew his sword again, "Any last requests before I send you to… to wherever you people go before you die." Anna knew this time would come, but now that it was here all she wanted to do was jump out and stop these men. Of course, she was fully aware there was nothing she could do even if she did come out of her hiding place.

"Let the Dragonborn do it. It'll make for a better song." Her father had always loved the songs and stories, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that Anna's father would want the legendary Dragonborn to end his life. Except this was no legendary hero, this Dragonborn was a monster.

"Song or not I just want it done." The general replied, his voice a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

The Dragonborn's voice send chills down Anna's back. It sounded joyful, happy, and murderous, "I'll gladly do it." The general nodded and moved to hand the Dragonborn his sword, "Here take my sword I-"

"There will be no need Tullius." The Dragonborn lifted his huge sword. Anna wanted to look away. Every fiber in her being told her to close her eyes, but she was paralyzed. She watched with wide eyes as the huge sword dropped and disconnected the jarl of Windhelm's head from his body. She watched as the body dropped, and the head fly off because of the momentum on the sword. She watched the head roll across the floor, until it came to rest with the jarls lifeless eyes facing the Throne. To Anna, it looked like the dead jarl was looking straight through the brinks and into her young soul. Her father, Jarl of Windhelm, leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, and mighty warrior, was dead.

I tried to keep the scene where Ulfric dies like it is in the game. I know I changed a few things but hopefully that added to the story. Anyways please review and I'll try to update as soon as I can and hopefully the next chapter will be longer! Thanks!