Chapter I: A new dawn

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and am writing this story for my enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of others. I am not a professional story writer, and am currently in college and have some basic grasp of grammar and how to write. I am open to criticism, but not flaming criticism.

Authors note: I have redone this chapter to fit the later version of my story, and will work of Chapter 2, 3, and 4 later on this week. For anyone who is new to this story, please excuse the other chapters that are not uniformed to what this chapter, and V and VI are.

Fourth Era, 202. Olaf Bluetooth was currently at his permanent residence of Windstad Manor with his spouse Serana reminiscing on their years together. It has been one full year since the defeat of Alduin the World Eater, half a year since the defeat of Lord Harkon and the foiling of his prophecy, and four months since the defeat of Miraak, the first Dragonborn. It is also on this evening that Ulfric Stormcloak and his rebellion would be stopped for good, or so both Olaf and Serana hope. Olaf was careful as to not awake his slumbering beauty of a wife Serana, whom had a fairly bade temper if she was ever awoken. If there was anything to be said about Serana and Olaf as a couple, it would be that they are the most unlikely couple on the face of Tamriel. As Olaf successfully made his way out of his room with his slumbering wife, he made his way down the stairs to the armory in the basement which also the house for his Housecarl. He did a lot to upgrade the lot over the years, including making his thanes room more comfortable for her, and gave her a bed that he use to use while he was an Auxiliary which was a simple but comfortable cot. Olaf made his way to his armory and looked over the mannequins that house his newest and most beautiful armor creation, his prized Ebony Lorica Segmentata armor that was custom built by Olaf himself. This ebony armor was unlike any that was made before, it was reinforced with added plates that weighed next to nothing which gave him more protection than Deadric armor, without much of any cost to mobility. His wife's armor was situated on the mannequin next to his, which was nearly the same, but had added chest room for Serana's fairly decent breast size, and a wider bottom for her wide hips and large bottom. Occasionally, she would complain about it by making her "look fat", and he had to do his best to convince her that she was not.

Serana slept soundly in "her bed" as she calls it, not even noticing that her husband had gotten up a few minutes before. She is a fairly heavy sleeper, probably able to sleep through a giant attack without even noticing much happening. Occasionally, she would get up to go to the bathroom or to get something to drink, usually Nord Mead. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she took in her surroundings noticing that something was to quiet right and she looked over to her mate's side of the bed, and noticed that he was already up. She decided that she had slept enough and it was time to get up and prepare breakfast for her man. She was without a doubt the happiest women in the world, she finally had a family who would love her for who she was, and not what she had been. She and Olaf both had their differences, particularly when it came to Olaf's family versus her own family. He never talked about his family, and when he did, it was criptic. She knew from her experience with her man, that his past was very painful, and that he was not truly accepting all that had happened to him when he was a child. Serana knew that Olaf would eventually have to come to terms with everything and tell her, and all she could do right now is support him as his loving wife. As Serana made her way to the kitchen, she went down to the basement to gather the proper ingredients to make some ham, and eggs with biscuits. As she passed the armory, she noticed that her husband was overlooking both of their armor sets, no doubtedly making sure that they were safe and that there was no broken spots. As she passed, he got a good look at her and knew that she was going to prepare breakfast and decided that he would return to the armor later.

Serana was overlooking the ingredients that lay before he that was not only used to make potions with, but also to cook with when she felt Olaf's frame press against her frame. She loved the way Olaf would wrap himself around her, with arms wrapping around her slender waist, and his pelvis gently placed against her bottom. She usually loved having this attention, and the sex that usually followed suit. However, today she was not in the mood for any of it and told him that she was having her normal female problems and would appreciate it if he cooled it. He responded by letting go of her and allowed her to finish what she was doing and decided to go re-inspect their armor. She felt like an asshole after he withdrew to go back into the armor without muttering much other than "I'm sorry for upsetting you." And she knew that today was the day that he would lead the charge into Windhelm to defeat Ulfric and his rebellion once and for all. Half an hour had passed and their breakfast was finally done and she called him to eat. He was within the dining room shortly after making some minor repairs to her armor, and pulled her chair out so that she could sit down first, and proceeded to push her chair in and took a seat himself. Their conversation at the table was of what they were going to do during the siege of the city of Windhelm and of other things that day, and he finally told her that they would be flying on a dragon to reach to city quickly. Serana was nervous about riding on a dragon, and even told Olaf that, and he reassured her that this Dragon was his right hand man with dealing with the other dragons, and that she need not be afraid of Odahviing.

Half an hour after breakfast, Serana and Olaf emerged from their house and was greeted by several Solitude guards and the dragon Odahviing himself. The guards had gotten use and was not as afraid of the dragon as they were in the past, and even started allowing him to land within the city, though under the condition that there be guards present so that he did not try anything. Olaf was the first to climb aboard the Dragon and held his armor out so that Serana could take hold of his hand and he swung her over and placed her in his lap. His wrapped one hand around her waist placing his had delicately on her belly button, while the other hand was used to hold onto Odahviing. As soon as the Dragonborn was ready, Odahviing took off towards Windhelm Military camp with the Dragonborn and all their equipment stored on a leg saddle that was the same size as a horse saddle, and had all their armor in each saddle which did not weight the dragon down much. Serana was awe struck as she looked down to the ground and was enjoying this intimate moment with Olaf very much, even going as far as to wiggle he bottom a little bit, and resting her head in his chest to physically tell him that she was very happy to be spending this time with him. Even though she was still having her feminine problems, it was mostly under control as he developed some potions that would help her with it, and even started his own business stand from which his Housecarl would sell the products that had become very popular among the female population of Solitude among all social hierarchy of the city. Olaf noticed a burning city off in the distance and knew right away that it was Windhelm, and he was upset that once a very beautiful city was nothing more than a ruin under Ulfric's leadership, with one of the most populated quarter becoming nothing but a rundown slum that Ulfric did nothing to try and help. Many Nords in Windhelm harbored a bitter resentment for the Empire, and the Dragonborn for siding with the Empire; however, many more of those Nords also harbored a resentment for Ulfric's corrupt administration, and the fact that Ulfric could not even keep his city from getting rundown, even in times of peace. To many of those Nords who had a strong belief in Tradition, was beginning to realize that all of Ulfric's talk about restoring Skyrim's ancient was just that, talk. They knew Ulfric coveted the crown of Skyrim, and was willing to send countless men and women to death for his personal glory, and not that of Skyrim's. However, many of the Nordic population of Skyrim including those in the Stormcloak rebellion was paying close attention to Olaf Bluetooth as he was fighting to protect his homeland, and many more were even considering abandoning the Stormcloak cause to join the Dragonborn's cause. What many of the Nords saw in the Dragonborn was something that Skyrim and the Empire as a whole has been without for many years, and that is hope; hope that the Dragonborn can restore not only Skyrim to her former glory, but also the Empire as well. The main thing many of them were also wondering, is if the Dragonborn will fight for the throne of the Empire, and many of them hope that he will in time.

With a loud thud, Odahviing landed on the ground of the Imperial War Camp getting screams from many of the soldiers of a Dragon landing in the center of their camp, until Delphine stepped out of her and Esbern's tent and addressed the crowd that had gathered expecting a fight of their lives, and were relieved to know that was the Dragonborn's dragon. Delphine proceeded to walk up to Olaf and say hello to him, which not only caught him off guard, but also got him to ask wky Delphine was even here to begin with. Delphine proceeded to tell the Dragonborn that after waiting a full year for the Dragonborn to kill Paarthunax and that she and Esbern decided to do it themselves. She told him how they managed to get up to the Throat of the World without dying to be caught off guard by the dragon sweeping through and landing right in front of them. Their terror was so severe that they could not even attack the dragon as they immediately knew they were out matched, and proceeded to have a conversation with it. She proceeded to tell Olaf of how she realized that Paarthunax was indeed remorseful for all that had happened under his knowledge and that his repentance was teaching the humans of the ancient dragon language of the Thu'um. It was also during this time that the Greybeards fully aware that the Blades were at the summit went to confront Delphine and Esbern, and under Paarthunax's guidences, the two factions of the Dragonborn reconciled their differences and made a pact to protect the Dragonborn at all costs. It was during this day that the blades were formally disbanded and reorganized as The Dragon Guard, which would also have the help of Paarthunax and his friendly dragons in putting down the ones who would rebel, but also protect Tamriel from the evil of the Thalmor and the Deadra. And with a flick of her wrist, Delphine told Olaf to come with her to the Legion command tent followed by .

The occupants who were in the Legion Command tent was Tullius, Rikke, Hadvar, Esbern, Delphine, Olaf, and Serana. They were currently overlooking the final battle plans for the start of the invasion of the city. The IV Legion under the command of Tullius would assault the Northern gate with Olaf and his allies, while Hadvar would take the V Legion and assault the Western port gate. They had planned for the two Legions to merge outside of the Palace of the Kings and from there launch their final assault into the Palace itself to bring Ulfric to justice. Rikke and Hadvar were also upset to see this once glorious city turned to nothing but a ruin. The walls were crumbling, and smoke was bellowing from several areas, including the grey quarter. The city itself looked pathetic, and many Stormcloaks, as much as they wanted to, could not blame it on the Empire as they knew Ulfric was responsible. The worst insult to them however was his talk about glory in dying for Skyrim, and yet he and his commanders were barricaded in the palace, a complete mockery of what their brothers and sisters died for. Indeed, most of them were going to surrender as soon as the Imperial Legion breached the walls, but not until then. It was then that the Stormcloak captain decided that after Ulfric's betrayel of Skyrim to try and save his own skin deiced to order his brothers and sisters in arms to surrender which intitally was meet with some resistence, until one shouted were was Ulfric and Galmar Stone-Fist, which was the death nail of the rebellion. With the captain's orders, a white sheet was tied to the city gatehouse flagpole and raised with the Stormcloak emblem lowered.

An imperial legionary soldier was quick to spot this and immediately went to inform Tullius of this. No one was sure why they were doing this, but Rikke had a fairly good idea. "General Tullius, it appears that Olaf decided to try and save his own skin and abandoned his men." Rikke said getting a nod from many other people who were also suspecting the same thing. Tullius decided that because they were "surrendering", they would march up to the city gate and demand they open it, if they fail to do so than they were not surrendering but trying to lure them into a trap. Tullius gave Olaf orders to march on the gate with III and IV Cohorts of the Legion and to determine if the surrender was genuine or not. Under orders, Olaf proceeded to the city gate to demand the gate be opened. Olaf had some lingering doubts as to the validity of the surrender order, but proceeded anyway. He knew that he was safe because his wife was right behind him, and that they were surrounded by two of the best cohorts in the legion. In a matter of minutes, the cohorts under Olaf's command made their way to the city gate and were surprised when the Stormcloak captain opened the gates and the city defenders were disarmed with their weapons in piles laying on the ground towards the center of the outside of the Inn. The guards who did surrender took off their helmets so he could see their faces, and he recognized something that he never wanted to see from anyone who was defending their home, hurt and betrayal by someone whom they loved deeply. Olaf took a deep breath and proceeded to give each one of the guards a hand shake and told them that their fight was done, but not over, and if they followed his guards, they would get food and mead. He also promised that all they heard from Ulfric about what would happen if they surrender is in fact false. Tullius who had already ridden up when he saw the gate open ordered one of the auxiliary cohorts under Hadvar's command to escort the defenders back to their camp for food and drink. While many of the prisoners were worried about what would happen now, Ralof assured them that they would see their families in no time. With Hadvar chipping in saying that as soon as the plague that infected Skyrim was stamped out, which all the former Stormcloak's knew was none other than Ulfric himself. Just as they were promised, they arrived in camp to find that they already had food prepared for them to eat, and mead for them to drink. Many of the Stormcloaks took a seat and began watching the city and watch as the Legion puished further and further into the city, only meeting pockets of resistance here and there, with most of the resistance being hard core Ulfric fanatics.

Tullius and Olaf with their respective men push further into the city with meeting only pockets of resistance here and there. In fifteen minutes, they made their way to the palace of the kings and set up to take the palace. Within minutes of reaching the palace, Tullius, Rikke, and Olaf made their way into the palace interior and dispatched the little guards that remained leaving none but Ulfric and Galmar alive. The displaced Jarls had taken shelter in the upper rooms of the palace with their fight long ago vanquished. "Bar the door Rikke" Tullius ordered getting a confirmation from Rikke knowing that it had already been done. "Ulfric Stormcloak. You are guilty of insurrection against the Empire and treason. I am hear by declaring you're to be executed." Tullius proclaimed as he and Rikke advanced on Ulfric, only to be stopped by Galmar who was willing to fight to the death. The Dragonborn sensing this used his dragon armor shout to engulf him in the toughest armor possible, and increasing his speed and endurance. Unknown to the party, Ulfric had taught Galmar the disarm shout and Galmar used it against Olaf, only for Olaf to counter with his own disarm shout that overtook Galmar's and disarmed without the Dragonborn himself being disarmed. They then proceeded to have a Thu'um shout as the Greybeards watched in horror as one of their most prized pupils other than Tiber Septim and the last Dragonborn not only broke one of their most sacred rules, but also taught his second in command who was also abusing this special gift. However, they knew that even though Ulfric and Galmar were profiecient in the Thu'um, they were not Dragonborn and therefor their Thu'um was not as powerful as the Dragonborn's Thu'um. The last Thu'um that Galmar would ever hear was Olaf's inferno shout that was an extremely powerful fire shout that is only able to be used by either the Dov themselves, or the Dragonborn. With this shout, Galmar winced in pain for a second, and was quickly incinerated and nothing but ash was left. Ulfric jumped from his throne in a rage and attempted to kill Tullius, only for Tullius to parry Ulfric's strike and counter Ulfric before he knew what had happened, as Tullius's sword pierced Ulfric's heart. With this, the battle for Windhelm and the Stormcloak rebellion was over, but not finished as long as there would still be those who would call themselves Stormcloaks and raise their weapons against the Empire. However, the common Stormcloak soldier would be eager to go home, so Tullius was not that concerned.