Beware, Beware the Dragonborn Comes

Summary: "Mother always told me that father was special. She called him Dragonborn. Soul of a dragon, body of a human… It's a shame I don't remember him but mother says I'm like him in more ways than just my appearance."

Prologue

I watched papa's body as it was set alight by his comrades in battle, the Stormcloaks. From what Uncle Ulfric said, papa was the best fighter out there; 'Stormblade' was what Uncle Ulfric called him. I never understood why and when I asked papa would simply change the topic.

"Today we send a fallen ally to Sovengarde. We will see our dear brother once again." Ulfric called from behind the flames.

At his words, mama broke down into tears and gripped onto my shoulders. As much as I wanted them to, tears wouldn't come from my eyes.

People turned to leave, but mama didn't leave until the flames turned my papa completely to ash.

"Come Gyda," Ulfric placed his hand on my mama's shoulder and looked down at me, his face stern, still in mourning, "we must make our way to the Hall of the Dead and receive the blessings."

Mama nodded and dried her eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Yes Ulfric, we will be there shortly. But before we go, I have one thing to say to you."

I watched my mama intensely. Something was going on, and I didn't like the tension she gave off.

Uncle Ulfric shifted on the spot and nodded. "What is it?"

"Ari and I cannot stay here, not with war about to break. You must understand that I am merely looking out for my child." She explained, pulling me close to her side.

Uncle Ulfric looked at me and gave a small, uncomfortable smile. "I see. It is a shame that you feel like you have to go, but I cannot keep you here." He let out a sigh and turned his back to us. "I will have a carriage that is destined for High Rock at dusk. If you are ever back in Skyrim, don't hesitate to find me in Windhelm."

I watched him walk away, his guard following behind him with their swords drawn. I looked up at my mama.

"Where is High Rock?"

She smiled kindly at me and patted my head. "A far away land, full of mystic and wonder."

Ten years later….

I ran from the market place as quickly as I could, my dress slipping down my shoulders. Mother and I had barely enough to eat; stealing a loaf of bread wasn't going to harm anyone. Apparently the market keeper didn't think that.

I casted a couple of spells, conjuring a flame atronach and setting a frost rune down on the ground to try and slow down the guards. I hid in an underground sewer until I felt like I had lost the pursuit of the guards.

It was dark before I sneaked back home. Mother was curled up in the corner of the room, holding her aching stomach. She was getting old so I gave her the full loaf.

"Thank you my darling." She smiled, taking the golden brown bread.

"Mother, I've saved up a sum of money that I want to give you. I need to leave and return to Skyrim to make something of myself… And run away from the bounty that is now on my head."

She looked at me with understanding in her eyes and nodded. "Of course, but let me write a letter to take with you. When you get to Skyrim, head for Windhelm, to your Uncle Ulfric… He'll be able to help you with whatever you need."

I got to my feet and made my way to my room in search of warmer clothes. "Mother… If any guards come looking for me, tell them that you have no idea where I went. It'll be safer for you that way."