So this is the revised version of chapter one added a fun part before the battle Hope you injoy it.

I glared at Arngeir, he was always, I mean always, talking about non-violence and how me siding with the Stormcloak's wasn't exactly a Greybeard thing. Apparently I should just sit up here all day contemplating how the world works. "Well master, I'm not a Graybeard and once the Thalmor are gone I'll stop fighting. "That's a lie Dragonborn, you're a warrior. Warriors are born fighting and sadly you are no different. The dragon that is your soul is too strong for you to ever have a restful life." He sighed before walking away. Great talk.

I smirked he had no idea why I joined the Stormcloaks. My mother had always said we had imperial blood from my great grandfather so we were their citizens, but when I crossed over to Skyrim I was no longer in my mind an Imperial who couldn't see that the Thalmor were yes trying to divide us but also they would ruin any civilization under their command.

Although I do not agree with Ulfric's idea that there shouldn't be any elves, it is more than a little racist; however I agree on NO THALMOR! Maybe I could change his mind on the Dark Elves, they hate the Thalmor just as much and now that the Argonians own Morrowind Skyrim is their home to, maybe if they had helped in the war. Well I'll speak to them and see if they will help rebuild Whiterun, Helgen and soon Solitude. At least as soon as I storm it with Ulfric and his Stormcloaks.

That sent shudders up my spine in anticipation, Ulfric, I couldn't help but grin like a teenage girl at the thought of him. He was so brave and commanding, maybe I did not agree with him on things but I truly did admire him. I remembered that when I had entered Skyrim he really was the first person I saw. Before Helgen, in the trap, he saved my life and I saved his twice. It was a going joke between us that he owed me, not to mention that I had just save all of Skyrim and well, all of Nirn to, not to toot my own horn or anything. But he named me kin and gave me the name of Stormblade. All that was left for us to do was take Solitude and the war would be won.

A yip behind me broke me from my thoughts about the man as I turned to see my dog. Vigilance, a one and a half year old war dog. Banning might have said he was older but I knew he was still young, pretty much a puppy, I was raised with dogs I knew just about everything about them. My Mother said that a life lived with no dogs is no life at all. I had giggled at that seeing the likeness to the marriage words. I had normally then told her "But of course mother after all I'm going to marry a dog!"

I laughed, now that had a different meaning to me. My dog looked at me funny and wined "What's' so funny all I said was I'm hungry!"

I patted him and said "You're such a cute puppy!"

"I wish you could understand me! I'm STARVING OVER HERE!"

I blinked at his growl but I figured it was about lunch time so maybe he had to pee or he was hungry. "You want some rabbit boy?" His ears perked up at rabbit so I handed him the last bit out of my saddle bag I took from my horse.

'"Dragonborn, Lein, it is time for you to head to Solitude. " said Arngeir. I blinked at my name Lein (Le-Anne) in the tongue of dragons it meant Mundas but also everything it was the entire plain of existence. I often wondered if my mother knew or if she just named me that. My mother had died a year ago, she had been 56 I was 21. As for the rest of my family, my mother's mother died in child labor, the only think my mother knew was that she was half imperial and defiantly with some Nord and Elf. As a result when she had my mother she must have been over 100 according to the doctor, elves lived to almost 300 normally and some live a lot longer, like 1000.

I exited High Hrothgar contemplating that I didn't want to have kids. But my heart side tracked me as I realized Ulfric was 30,that made him about 9 years older, I was almost 22. I grinned only Parrthurnax knew I had a crush, well except for Vigilance because he was there when I told Mr. Dragon, but he can't talk.

I sighed and embarked on the long trek down the mountain. In Ivarstead I grabbed my mighty black horse Shadowmere that I had snatched when the Dark brotherhood tried to recruit me. Apparently when I told this crazy kid that this lady died of old age he thought I did it and so did the brotherhood. Yes I had to kill them I'm not really into the whole killing people and anyway once the guards cleared them out, mostly; some escaped, there was this horse that hit its head and we thought it was dead but apparently it lost all memory and it had to relearn to walk. All we knew was that the name Shadowmere was written on its saddle. Shadowmere was probably the fastest horse on Nirn, and the smartest. I swear the horse seemed to know what I was saying.

Riding up toward Solitude I stabled Shadowmere at the Stormcloak camp and headed toward the commanders tent. "We attack at dawn, I'll not have us turning like cowards and attacking before!" I heard Jarl Ulfric growl. Galmar grunted obviously not content with that. "Am I interrupting anything?" I asked standing at the entrance brushing my dirty blonde hair from my face. Ulfric's head snapped up and I thought I heard him mutter "Perfect timing as always."

"Yes." Galmar growled

At the same time Ulfric sighed "No."

"Soooo, no oh hi Lein, were glad Alduin didn't kill you, because you know we would miss you, how'd it go? Meet any interesting people in Sovngarde?" I said with a slight smile.

Ulfric smiled as Galmar shot me a ferrous look "Sovngarde? Why am I not surprised, did you perhaps see Talos, ask him if he's a god or not?"

"Sadly no. However if he was a god why would he be there and not with the divines; so I'm thinking that, that is proof; I ah, had an interesting conversation with Torygg and Ysgramor. Torygg only cared about the fact that he left his wife behind and he didn't seem to care that there was a war. Ysgramor seemed almost giddy at the idea of fighting elves, that man can give hugs, made my spine pop, rather painfully to."

Ulfric opened his mouth to reply when a shout came from outside, he sighed "Morals low, they have more wizards and troops than we expected, we're somehow outnumbered even now. I think they somehow got reinforcements from the Empire. I nodded solemnly "Well I think the odds just improved a little."

"Are you referring to yourself?" asked Galmar sneering

I laughed making his face turn red and I sweetly turned my blue eyes to him "Why dear Galmar I was referring to the fact that my dog had beans for a snack and the winds blowing toward solitude. I understand the confusion though." Ulfric smiled again and I noted that I had never heard him laugh; perhaps the war was weighing down on him more than he let on. I nodded respectfully to both of them and turned walk back into the cold dusk air. "Why do you do that?" the unexpected question made me turn my body, eyebrow raised to look at Ulfric, his brows were furrowed, it was cute.

"Pardon?" I asked confused

"You bow your head to us like we are your superiors."

"You are. You are going to be King and Galmar is commander of your armies. I grew up in a small cottage in the Bruma Mountains."

Ulfric just stared at me, I shifted uncomfortable under his gaze "You are the Dragonborn of legend; you've killed Alduin, a god. I consider you far above me or anyone else on Nirn." I blushed slightly and turned exiting the tent. I frowned at the troops, they we arguing and many had sullen faces, many were whispering that we were going to lose.

The only people who were trying to cheer us up was a small band of bards on the edge of the clearing. I walked over, the three youngest members looked up a girl and two boys. "Hello," said the oldest of the three, he looked about a year or two younger than me. He brushed his brown hair out of his face and flashed a dazzling smile, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Umm hello" I said, how could anyone be so relaxed in a time of crisis?

"Pleasure, I am Ladon." He said with a bow.

"Oh right, manners, sorry, I'm Lein." I said

"My lady." Said the girl dipping her golden blonde head down, her blue eyes were entrancing and currently shooting a glare toward Ladon. The boy next to her and herself looked too much alike, they were obviously siblings "I'm Sky and this is my brother Wolf, not our names but…they work."

"I am nobody's lady." I said shaking my head, these three were strange and I felt like I knew them, shaking off the feeling I spoke again "I need your help, you are bards yes?"

"Mostly, some are guards, what need do you have of a bard?" asked Ladon tilting his head, I made a note that he was still smirking.

"Morale, I'm assuming you know the Age of Oppression."

He gave me a wicked grin "Are you singing?"

"Ah…"

"Because I'll play anything for a lovely lady if she'll sing." For a moment I was about to say yes when a small part of my mind raised a red flag, surely he wasn't….

"What my idiot bastard cousin is saying is that it'll raise morale a lot more if you're participating, it'll get loud and you know how it goes." Said Sky

"Ah yes, good idea." I agreed "So umm, I just start singing?" I couldn't help it, I fearlessly faced down dragons but singing in front of everyone?!

Wolf gave me a reassuring smile "Don't worry you'll be great." Wolf, Ladon, and several others began to beat drums, play lutes and blow flutes. The tune was clear and some of the Stormcloaks looked up from their moping to see watch, some even tried to look hopeful. I took a deep breath…

We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone.
For the age of oppression is now nearly done.

We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own.
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King!

In your great honor we drink and we sing.

(There was some whooping as they realized that it was the Dragonborn and several joined in)

We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.

All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King!

(With that line everyone was shouting but the Lutes and drums could somehow be heard)
In your great honor we drink and we sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!

We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done.

I vaguely was aware that Ulfric and Galmar had come out of the tent their eyes wide at "All hail" and I was strongly aware that they were staring at me like I had just delivered the Emperor's surrender. But I was too caught up in the moment, there was the loud singing and drink and my favorite, dancing. I giggled as I moved from partner to partner, was a blur twirling and spinning in my soft armor, sword still strapped to my side. Vigilance was howling and I suspected someone had poured him a bowl of mead from the way he wobbled. Still laughing I twirled over to Ulfric and Galmar with a grin on my face "I think I just solved your morale issue." I had to shout over the singing. Galmar just gazed at the men mutely and I looked over at Ulfric and almost had a heart attack. He wasn't smiling, he was grinning and it wise nearly as big as mine, and then he laughed. Somehow I could hear it and I grinned all the more for it.

Having had a tankard or two or ok maybe five of mead I was just a little tippsy, being a Nord I had incredible tolerance. But lose as I was I hardly thought as I grabbed Ulfric's hand and pulled him into the crowd. First he looked outraged then surprised then he grinned and took my hand twirling me around. So what if Galmar was practically having a conniption and his face was getting a little red. I was dancing with Ulfric and he was having almost as good a time as me!

The night ended long before I wished it to and I found myself some standing at the gates of Solitude. "..Fear neither pain nor Darkness, for Sovngarde awaits those who die with a weapon in their hand and courage in their heart! I want you all too clear Imperial forces along with the Dammed Thalmor. Galmar, Stormblade, and I will get Castle Dour!" Ulfric called his blade being drawn.

"For Skyrim!" we cried I smiled and leapt into the city after Ulfric. I saw the inside of the city was on fire much like Whiterun had been. The path up to Dour up by the forge was blocked by debris, so I headed for the stalls and smashed the barriers under the archway. An Imperial took a jab at my head and I flicked my sword into his gut using my hand to push him off my sword. "Stormcloak harlot!" Came a scream I turned to see a man looking in horror at the body. I realized the faces were identical, twin brothers, damn it.

I steeled myself for the on slot as the man rushed forward with inhuman strength covering my mouth with his hand to prevent shouting he grabbed my hand and before I could pull up my sword he wrenched it from my hand. "You killed my brother! You Bitch!" he growled slamming me against a wall. He used his leg to pin me relishing my hand to raise his sword to give a shallow cut to my throat. I was going to bleed out painfully. My eyes slammed shut as I waited the blow, it never came.