"HAIL DRAGON BORN!" The whole town of white run had exploded with joy.
"May the eight divine reward your heroism with a spot in the afterlife," one of the citizens declared. What the town didn't know was that the Breton they were praising so much had nothing to do with the dragon born. Truthfully he despised the dragon born, he had fooled the town into thinking HE was the dragon born. In reality he was his greatest enemy.
The dragon born had saved the town from the stormcloak invasion. But shortly afterwards was captured by some of the rebels and dragged off. No doubt he was busy leveling the camp but the Breton was using his disguise to make him appear as the Nord who did save the town so he could sabotage him. The moment a citizen came up you shake the Breton's hand he immediately attacked him. Knocking the poor fool out with a single punch.
The crowd silenced as a guard approached him. "Watch it dragon born. Not even you are above the law."
"I think I am," the Breton said as he drew his elven blade and ran it through the guard. The guard spit blood out of his mouth as he fell clutching the new hole in his gut. "Anyone else care to arrest me?"
As if on cue the entire force of the guards and the imperial legion unsheathed their weapons and charged. The Breton sheathed the sword and pulled a dwarven war hammer smashing the nearest legionnaire's skull. This was his way of sabotage. He would go on a bloody rampage and raise a bounty on the dragon born's head so high the guards would be forced to kill him on sight.
"LAWBREAKER!" One guard screeched as he swung his heavy battle axe. The Breton jumped out of the way placing the hammer back on his back and preparing a spell. He felt his magika flowing though his veins ice cold as the air around his left hand turned frosty. And in his right hand the magika exited his blood when the sparks started jumping from his fingertips.
The false dragon born sent a large spike of ice hurtling towards a guard and impaling him through the heat. The guard fell and hammered the spike through his back when he hit the ground. He then fired a stream of energy at another guard jolting his body and exploding his heart.
"YOU DEMON!" He heard a women shout. He turned and saw her bringing her child inside. He pulled a hunting bow and quickly sent a steel arrow through the women and into her child. The plan was working. By the time the true dragon born showed his face he would be killed. The Breton knew the dragon born wouldn't kill the guards. But they would certainly kill him.
"REBER THIS DAY YOU FOOLS. I, DOVAHKIIN, HAVE SHOWED YOU MY TRUE REASON FOR HELPING YOU. NOW YOU WILL KNOW NOT TO TRUST STARNGERS!" the Breton ran off into the woods just as the disguise was wearing off. He had escaped and ruined his reutation in whiterun. He was back to his normal form and then the ground shook as he heard the one said he thought he would never hear again. Just three little words. FUS, RO, and DAH.