We're All Warriors Now

by ampharosmaster64

History is probably going to remember me as a Nordic knight filled with strength and honor. Honestly, I was just thrown into all of this. Good thing I'm writing a small letter to, well everyone really. A Short story about what my Skyrim character thinks about Skyrim's condition after she discovers that she is Dragonborn.

We're all warriors now.

A short story based around my character in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and the Dawnguard DLC.

The world is falling apart; no sane person can really deny that. Some think only Skyrim is crumbling down, typical. This civil war is driving people away; entire towns ally themselves with the Empire or the Stormcloaks. Everyone is ignoring the real dangers, the monsters that roam among us. Funny that I mention that when I'm one myself.

I'm not exactly a normal person, I'm the Dovahkiin and a werewolf as Harbinger of the companions. "Special Snowflake" syndrome I know, however my point is that, dragons are coming back with the goal of destroying all of Tamriel, not just Skyrim. What is even worse is that Alduin, the world eater is leading them. The even worse news is that a large clan of powerful vampires have an elder scroll, and plan on causing eternal darkness.

There are people standing up for what is right, but they are few in numbers, therefore they are very limited. The people of Skyrim and Tamriel need someone to be a symbol of hope in these dark times. Generic I know, so original. I must be that symbol of hope considering I'm the only one who can stop Alduin.

The Dawnguard and Companions aren't enough. Since I am also part of, less than honorable organizations as well, I have even more resources and access to secret bases in Tamriel. Yes, yes, I know I sound like one of those people you read about in the books found in random caves and basements, but I know what I must do. The world isn't a fairy tale, that is why I must be that knight of justice people have been wanting to see. Vampires and dragons are a bigger problem than the Thalmor, civil war, and daedra combined. Ok, maybe not that much, hard to tell with the whole world destruction thing the dragons are doing.

I'm sure history will remember me as a burley nord man who wields a giant freaking battleaxe. Not a petite stealthy wood elf who utilizes swords and shields in addition to bows and magic. That is why I'm writing this thing sort of. I search for no glory, I just want the world to stop going to crap, and so more people don't die, also I kinda like Tamriel.

My name, as history will forget it is,

Lara

That is freaking it, I do not have a last name.

I am not, "Grognak Tibberius Piccard the 5th" or anything like that.

Just Lara, the last Dragonborn.