"You joined the Legion?" My older sister questioned. She sounded disgusted at my choice. I had joined the Imperial Legion, after some great consideration. Being the Dragonborn, I'd had enough on my plate. And joining the Legion was something I had put off until defeating Alduin. I hinted at joining the Legion at the Peace Council between General Tullius and Ulfric Stormcloak, and Tullius was glad to hear that I wanted to join the Imperials instead of those a Stormcloak traitors.

I rolled my eyes, sighing in annoyance.

"Yes, Valinna. I joined the Imperials."

Her pale blue eyes were full of question. I could tell what she must be thinking: why would her sister, a Nord and a loyal citizen of Skyrim, join the Imperials?

She urged me to go back on my decision.

"What would mother or father think? They were both patriotic, and cared greatly about Skyrim!" She argued. I had enough with this conversation.

"Mother and father are dead." I snapped coldly. They'd died travelling to Riften when I was just 16. Killed by a pack of wolves. Since then, Valinna's taken charge of the family. But I've never seen her like this. She was usually so...upbeat. Always trying to live her life to the fullest. And now, since I joined the imperials, she was angrier than she was when I told her I let Greira join the Thieves Guild. I was the Guildmaster, at one point. She didn't care what I did as long as she wasn't involved, but to have little Greira inducted into the Guild? She wouldn't stand for that.

"What? You joined the Imperials?" said a quiet voice from behind me. It was Greira. She'd come back from collecting herbs outside the city walls.

She had weaved a purple mountain flower into her long, rose blonde hair. She was still wearing her Thieves Guild Armor, since she had only arrived in Whiterun a few hours ago.

Greira was softspoken, shy girl. She was 20 years old, and the youngest of us three. She enjoyed Alchemy, and since she lived in Riften, often worked with Ingun Black-Briar at Elgrim's Elixirs. She was an aspiring healer, and went to the College of Winterhold a few years ago to study Restoration. After that, she'd come back to Riften, and I offered her a place in the Guild. Greira, being shy and quiet, was reluctant to accept. But, with a little convincing, she joined, and has been the best recruit we've ever had. She was starting to come out of her shell, making friends in the Guild. She might even have feelings for Brynjolf, or "Bryn" as she's taken to calling him. He was my second-in-command, and often shared news of my younger sister's progress. Greira was a successful woman, despite her shyness.

"Yes, Greira. I don't want you to hate me because of my decision. I have to leave in the afternoon. Tullius wants me to travel to Korvanjund to retrieve the Jagged Crown."

Valinna put her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes were round and pleading.

"Please, re-consider your decision. I'm sure Lord Ulfric would let you join-you're the Dragonborn. Please, Callie." She pleaded. I felt like a fool, joining the Legion. My sisters were right. Maybe I should re-consider.

"I'll...consider going back on the decision."

An hour later, I left for Korvanjund. The ruins weren't far from the city of Whiterun. I could see Stormcloak soldiers guarding it when I was a few yards away, so I shot them all with my bow.

Getting inside on my own was easy. I picked the lock-Legate Rikke wasn't here yet. If I could get in and get out, maybe I could betray the Legion and give Ulfric the crown without having to encounter Legate Rikke.

The crown was apparently worn by High King Borgas. And this temple was his resting place.

There were two Stormcloak soldiers guarding the stairs. I shot them down and looted their arrows from them, and continuing down the temple. There were numerous groups of Stormcloaks grouped in a few different rooms. I had killed them all-despite the fact that I might decide to betray the Empire and help them.

One room had a Nordic puzzle door. I looted the Ebony Claw off of a dead Stormcloak's body, and unlocked the door.

The last room I entered was dark, and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. High King Borgas still sat on his throne, unmoving. Two coffins were beside him. I made a split-second decision to kill Borgas first, and then take out his comrades, who upon hearing Borgas' undead body drop to the ground, sprung from their coffins and unsheathed their weapons. One had an axe, the other had a sword.

Killing them was too easy-I'd been killing undead since I was a girl of fifteen.

I pried the Jagged Crown off of Borgas' head, and then went behind the throne to a Word Wall which had one of the words to the Slow Time shout. Now, all I had to do was try my luck with Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak.

I took of my Daedric helmet as I entered the Jarl's palace. I was going to hand over the Jagged Crown to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak-not General Tullius, like I had originally intended.

I joined the Legion. And now, as a Legionnaire I was going against my oath.

My gaze lifted to where the Jarl sat in his seemed to be staring at nothing, his eyes fixed at some point in the distance. But seconds later, as I approached him, his blue gaze was fixed on me. He remembered me.

I was at Helgen. I was the one who chose to escape with the Imperials. I was the one who, in the Peace Council back when I was desperate to defeat Alduin, chose to make him hand over Riften and force him to compensate for the massacre at Karthwasten. I was the one he despised.

"Dragonborn," he hissed, his blue eyes like ice.

"My Jarl," I replied calmly. My dealings with him in the past were in the past. They needn't be spoken of again. I carefully handed him the Jagged Crown, laughing to myself as I saw the look of surprise on his face.

"You're giving the Crown to me? After joining the Legion and slaughtering my soldiers?"

"Yes," I replied calmly. "You could call it a peace offering. Any past quarrels I've had with you stay in the past. I can help you win the war, if you would only let me join the Rebellion."

The Jarl looked thoughtful.

"Perhaps. If you prove yourself to me. You will have to take a...different sort of test. Normally, I would have you kill an Ice Wraith on Serpentstone Isle. But, for someone who is an ex-Legionnaire and who has killed countless soldiers of mine, this test might prove to be easy,"

He stared at me intently, and added,

"I want you to kill a pack of ice wolves. They've been bothering my people who reside up at Anga's Mill. From the information I've been given, this pack consists of five wolves. I want you to kill it using only four arrows. I've heard of your archery skills, and I've no doubt that you can kill them. Bring me their pelts. Do not fail me, Dragonborn." He had a challenging look in his eyes. I gave him a cool stare.

"Yes, my Lord."