A/N: Getting away from my usual stories. This will be a bit rough as it is unbetaed and most likely never will be. It should be done in a couple of chapters and than I'll be back the TaR:SH. Also for readers of TaR:SH I will be posting an OC creation sheet on my profile soon to give people an idea of what I'm looking for.

Also translations for what was said in Dragon Speak in online I used . . I just might get in trouble for posting the entire website name but who cares?

Fort Greenwall

Naomi Snow-Felt stretched as she woke up from her simple hay bedding. The mild air seeped into her lungs as she breathed deeply. Her job was easy as the war had been on hold for a year, ever since the Dragonborn had negotiated a treaty. To her she thought she had the easiest job in the world, until the runner came.

"Battle Maiden! Battle Maiden!" the runner screamed at the top of his lungs.

Naomi waved the runner over, "Yes?" she asked, confused why he was here.

"It's the Imperials, Battle Maiden, this is the last fort left!" he yelled.

"That is crazy talk the war hasn't been going in a year," Naomi said.

"It was a surprise attack, the milk drinkers hit us when we weren't expecting it."

"Do you know when the attack on this fort is happening?" Naomi asked.

The runner opened his mouth to speak when the dark two pronged tip of an arrow bulged out the front of his neck. Blood splattered Naomi's face as she dived behind a nearby battle mount. She drew her mighty steel greatsword as Imperials rushed into the courtyard.

Letting out a battle roar she rounded the corner and prepared to cut the enemy into red ribbons when she was stopped short by a demonic sight. A creature, clad in armour black as night with red glowing joints charged through the open gates upon a black horse with red eyes. In its hand it wielded a mighty greatsword that effortlessly decapitated its foes.

The horse reared up high while the knight from hell raised its greatsword to the sky. Ancient runes shown proudly in the morning light as the knight brought its greatsword down, cleaving a man's arm off while setting him ablaze. The horse kicked a man in the jaw, the sickening crack was heard over the clangs and screams of battle. The man fell, dead.

The demon knight rolled off of its horse and stood, proudly showing its height, a head taller than the tallest man. From this position Naomi could see all the weapons on the demon. A bow and arrows were slung under an impressive shield. A sword dangled from its hip. Both thighs were occupied by black leather bags filled with who knew what. Finally, attached to both boots were daggers. All the weapons carried the customary demonic appearance.

Naomi's Stormcloaks, sensing the threat this demon possessed, turned to it. Arrows merely bounced off the dark armour and the strikes of swords either slid off or got caught in one of the many spikes. With inhuman strength it swung it greatsword, bisecting three Stormcloaks. It swung again and chopped down another two, those barely nicked screamed in anguish as unholy fire seared flesh and charred bone. The wrath of the demon was only matched by its speed and skill, each hit a killing blow and each swing a killer of many. If there was anytime she felt the Nine Divines had abandoned her it was that very moment.

She watched in petrified horror as the demon and its mount easily cut through the Stormcloak forces, the men and women under her command for over a year. She stayed paused behind that battle mount as the hundred people she commanded were slaughtered like animals. When she couldn't think the situation could get any worse an unfamiliar roar was heard. She jerked her head around and saw something unimaginable, a dragon flew over head.

"Dovahkiin!" the dragon roared.

The demon shouted into the sky in ear shattering levels, "Od Ah Viig!"

When her ears stopped ringing she saw a bronze dragon collide with the brown one that appeared before. Its mighty jaws snapped around the brown dragon's neck as the bronze dragon dragged to other to the ground in front of the demon. The brown dragon tried to rise only to be smashed into the dirt.

"Mu grind einzuk dovahkiin," the bronze dragon said to the demon.

"Nii los shon wah koraav hi los pruzah Odahviing," the demon said.

"Hin dovah tinvaak gaav pruzah," the bronze dragon rumbled.

"Krii zey, kill me," the brown dragon cried.

"Krii mok," the demon said.

The bronze dragon bit into the brown dragon's neck, severing it. Ancient blood spilled to the ground as the dragon gave out a gargled cry before going limp.

"Mu fen grind einzuk dovahkiin," the dragon said before taking off into the air.

Naomi had no idea what any of the word said meant but the language itself felt old to the ears, as if the divines were talking. Naomi let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as the Imperials and their demon left. She stood up and accidentally knocked over a bucket. She froze and saw the demon come sprinting around the corner.

Fort Greenwall

The Dragonborn's sensitive ears picked up a feint crash as he was mounting Shadowmere. Rolling back off he ran through the threshold of the fort to see the Stormcloak officer frozen in panic. He instantly remembered the Thu'um, as they were etched into his mind, for Whirlwind Sprint.

"Wuld Nah Kest!" he shouted.

To the inattentive eye it appeared that the Dragonborn had simply teleported rather than the unimaginable speeds he was propelled at. In the blink of an eye he was in front of the terror stricken Stormcloak. Cocking back a fist he sent it flying into the woman's face. She crumpled to the ground in a tangled heap. The Dragonborn policed the officer's weapon and easily picked her up, even in her amour she was light.

He walked out of the fort to see the Imperials eyeing her. The Dragonborn looked down and saw her beautiful face, even now with a large bruise forming on her right cheek. He tossed her over Shadowmere's hindquarters and salvaged for some leather strips. Once he found a few he tied up the officer and mounted Shadowmere.

"We will wait a week then attack Windhelm, cutting of the head of the snake," the Dragonborn said.

"Yes, Legate," the Imperials said.

The Dragonborn rode off towards Riften, using only his extensive knowledge of the land to guide him.

Unknown location

Naomi woke with a massive headache that thrummed inside of her skull. She tried to open her eyes only to get the left one open. She reached up and gently touched her cheek only to wince in pain. She sat up and looked around the room, only to feel the cold bite of the stone floor. She looked at herself and noticed she was completely nude. Going back to looking around the room she saw a little pile of things in the corner.

She crawled over to it and examined the pile. It consisted of a clean set of dark pants and green tunic, a health potion, a steel dagger, and a lockpick. She turned to the door and tried to pick the lock. After about ten minutes of frustration the lock gave a satisfying click and the door opened. The next room was divided: on the right was an empty space, in front of the door was a table with a bowl of beef stew and behind that was a stair case.

The grumbling of her stomach identified her hunger as she quickly wolfed down the stew. She gave a light smile as the bruising faded ever so slightly. She looked to the right and saw the adjacent room was not empty and instead had a chest in it. She walked over and looked at the lock, it was much more complex than the door but she had learned from that and went to work on the lock. This time the picking only took seven minutes, even with the more complex lock. Naomi smiled with pride as the chest flipped open, revealing a chain mail undershirt. She took off the tunic and slipped on the steel links. Her breast felt the cold of the metal as she donned the tunic, now with extra protection.

It was only now that Naomi cautiously walked up the steps, eyes scanning for someone to help or hinder her. When she reached the top she peeked around the corner and almost fell into another panic attack. The demon laid, half naked, on his bed. She says his now because the well formed muscles making up his upper body and his primal, rugged face showed the signs of masculinity. Around his neck was a key, most likely to the house though it could be to anything.

It was now she saw that the demon just so happened to be a Nord, his pale features and fair hair consistent with the archetype. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took in his deep slumber, his hand idle resting on Naomi's steel greatsword. She didn't dare try to take in back and she needed that key so she settled for the next best thing, her dagger. She approached the man with caution and steeled her hand for the strike.

Plunging the knife down Naomi prayed to Talos the man's end be quick, for her sake. The prayer was crushed at the same time as her wrist as the Nord grabbed her dagger arm. The man threw a haymaker into her exposed ribs. She fell to the ground, hand high in the air, and wheezed for her eluding breath. He let her hand go and she clutched her side in pain, panting like a dog. The man slid out of bed and disappeared. A clanging was heard and Naomi accepted that there it was she was going to die.

The footsteps of the man was feint as he walked up behind her. She sat up straighter and bowed her head, giving her better a clean strike. Instead of her head being cut off a lock of golden hair was cut off as her greatsword smashed into the wooden boards before her.

"You have two choices Stormcloak, take your sword and try to smite me or take my key and see what doors it unlocks," the man rumbled, his voice like polished brass.

Naomi turned her head and looked at the golden key off set by the black of the Nord's armour. She grasped it and he pulled her up, his off hand glowing with ethereal energies. He released the energies and they swirled around him and caught her, suddenly her ailments disappeared as the bruise rapidly when away and the pains she had simply vanished.

She looked up into the man's bare face and nodded. In response he lowered his helmet over his head and motioned for her to follow him.