Chapter thirteen: The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

[Windhelm, before the Dragon Assault]

It had passed three since the Solitude Incident. Most holds had been reinforced, and were preparing themselves. Most Nords still refused to believe that Dragons were back, yet the order wasn't from the Jarls, it was from the Empire. In the far away a man in a horse with the Windhelm banner could be seen. It was rushing to the city gates, almost as if running away from something. He kept rushing and a face of fear was clearly visible on the horse. Windhelm was one of the few holds that wasn't aware of the Solitude Incident. The man got to the city gates and started bashing on the door. "Open up, open up NOW. FOR THE LOVE OF TALOS OPEN UP!" The guards opened the gate and the man jumped down from his horse and ran to the Palace of Kings, where Jarl Ulfric was. He rammed into the palace, where he was halted by a guard. He kept heading to the throne, pushing the guard away. A man wearing Stormcloak armor and a bear pelt stepped forward and took an axe from his back. The man stopped and said in a voice, filled with fear "Jarl Ulfric, I-I have the re-report on So-So-Soli…" he was interrupted by Jarl Ulfric who said "Speak up man, you don't even sound like a Nord"

The man remained silent and in fear, and delivered him a piece of paper with a seal on it. "The So-Solitude camp report. Ulfric's eyes widened as he read the report, which talked about the Solitude Incident.

On the morning of the 23rd of Heartfire, our scouts, who were inside the city gates of Solitude, witnessed a dragon attack. The cause was unclear but it happened close to three hours after a possible runaway slave was found a recaptured in the market.

The Dragon came from the North gates, and destroyed the strange crossbow like weapons on the walls. He than landed an began burning several houses, before approaching the same market the Khajiit slave was. He kept on killing guards and burning houses when the scouts lost him from sight.

A few moments later a roar was heard and the Dragon flew away and our of sight, yet the city was pretty much destroyed. Khajiit and Argonians than finished the slaughter. The city was completely destroyed and now only burning ruins remain. Man, women and children burned and died.

Ulfric looked at the courier "By the Nine…a dragon…what of the Imperial troops?" he asked, trying to not reveal the fear he felt. The courier looked at him. "I had to travel of the roads, the Imperials were all over them, heading south. The camp…it was burned go the ground." Ulfric thought for a moment and replied. "Send every troop we can afford to Whiterun. With the Imperial troops gone they don't have reinforcements." The man in the pelt nodded and went outside and called the men, and they started marching towards Whiterun hold.

This whole war was a pretty dispute about religion. Many years ago there was a great war between the Imperials, who before the White-Gold Concordat was united as one, and the Altmeri Dominion, known as the Thalmor. The Thalmor were crushing the Imperials, and why? Because of Talos. Legend tells about a warrior called Tiber Septim, who conquered all of Tamriel and due to his achievements, when he was at the age of 104 raised to godhood, and became known as Talos of Atmora, God of War. This made the 8 Divines become 9, something that the Thalmor didn't agree to, as they saw Talos as no more than a common man. This if course caused a dispute, which the Thalmor were winning. Than came a deal they called the White-Gold Concordat. This agreement stated that everyone could resume their normal lives, under Thalmor supervision, as long as the worshiping of Talos, was outlawed. Most of Tamriel accepted it rather "lightly" I guess you can say, but Skyrim…Skyrim was a whole different situation. The Thalmor have an embassy there, as technically it is an Empire province, but to allow them to the Empire ordered the Jarls to accept the terms of the Concordat, using cheats of gold as bribe. This is what set of the war between the Empire and the Stormcloaks. Jarl Ulfric didn't accept the terms, and declared war on the Empire, going as far as using the Voice to kill the High King of Skyrim, stating the province independent from the Empire and the Thalmor.

[Whiterun, 13 hours later]

The men were in position, ready to strike. The catapults had fired their first shots, knocking down some sections of the city walls. The men started charging at the city, and for their surprise the outer city guards were not there. This raised suspicion among the men, and they slowed down from their previous wild charging to a more careful walking. No sound was heard, no light was seen, no life was felt, Whiterun was a ghost city.

A Stormcloak carefully opened the city gate, and found even more ghosts, yet these were next to their corpses. Several bodies were on the ground, covered in blood. Nor man, woman, child or elf was alive, and the sight of the ghost city continued through the darkness, as the only visible light was in Dragonsreach. A figure was seen opening the door to Dragonsreach, followed by a scream of horror. The figure rushed out of there and down the stairs. It was a Dark Elf wearing an armor, but more than a that, she was the Jarl's housecarl. Whiterun was sided with the Empire, and murderous thoughts filled her mind, as in any other situation they would be enemies, until the sight she saw before was remembered, making her put aside those thoughts and her hand away from sword.

[Dragonsreach, 17 minutes earlier]

[Ryder's POV]

Fucking humans…they'll pay for what they have done to you. I swear, even of it's the last thing I do…I will avenge you and every single Argonian, Khajiit and Dragon those fucking bastards killed. All of them will die. Murderous intentions filled my mind…all I wanted was revenge at all costs. Time we take back Skyrim. The Dragons are in Winterhold, getting ready to attack Windhelm. I walked inside Dragonsreach, and immediately I was stopped by a guard.

"What business do you have I attend with the Jarl?" I noticed the Jarl and several others looking at me. I smirked and punched the guard, cracking several of his teeth and breaking his nose. I allowed the guards to tackle me down and send me to prison. Once there I was thete I looked outside my cell and saw several others, mostly filled with Argonians and Khajiit. I growled and let out a roar into the sky. That was the signal for my troops to attack. The massacre started, but the palace's thick walls prevented who was in to hear it. My hands covered themselves in a black smoke, and began forming a sword. I used Unrelenting Force, and wave of energy came from my mouth, blasting the door away. The guard came in frontnof the door, and as he was about to scream for help, I drove my sword through his head. My fellow brothers and sisters in shackles gasped. I looked at them, but to my own surprise they went to the back of the cells in fear. I looked at them and gasped. I searched the guard's corpse, and retrieved the cell key. I began to open the doors and relieve the slaves from their shackles. It was all normal to me…until I came across three hatchlings. They couldn't be more five years of age, but they were already beaten, bruised, scared and marked with the brand of their master. A tear came to my eye as I cut the chains. My tears soon turn to anger, as my comrades were released and Jarl Balgruuf was about to meet his end. They waited next to the cells while I went upstairs and I had four guards waiting for me, swords risen and in attack position. Below my helmet I smiled and walked towards them, and as soon as I was in range, one of them tried to stab me, but in spun, and kicked him behind me, where my very angered egg-brothers and egg-sisters kicked and punched him.

"Nords…always so reckless in everything…their attack, their thoughts…their lives "

My armor glowed as I charged at them. I swung my sword at one, but he blocked it with his shield. This was when I kicked him in the side of his stomach, making him grunt in pain, and leaving his chest exposed. I pushed my sword on his lower chest and swung it upwards, slicing him in half. The guard besides him was shocked, and his fear was his doom, as it kept him from reacting to the sword swing that met his neck. The other guard wasn't as shocked, but felt bad for the loss of his comrades. He stood in a more defensive position. We both swung our swords, making them clash one another and it quickly became a worthy fight. I got to a point of anger, as this human was not falling. Hi kicked him away from me and threw my sword slightly in the air, and waited. The guard recovered and charged at me, and when the time was right…I smiled " Fus-RODAH" as I said that the guard was sent away, along with my own sword that impaled him to the wall. I looked at the Jarl, and suddenly someone bursted through the door. It was the Circle of the Companions. Pff...dogs is what they are. Hircine's pets. Vilkas, Farkas and Aela…wonder what happened to their Shield-Brothers Skjor and Kjodlack, ohh right werewolf hunters killed them. Aela took her bow, and the two brothers took their ssword.

They charged at me know anger, while Aela fired several arrows upon me. Her arrows were weak and couldn't pass through my armor, and as the brothers swung their swords, I took a step back and kicked them both.

Their skin started changing black, and a fur, snout and tail grew, and they grew larger. This revealed to everyone what they were, werewolves. The charged at me, and their claws wounded me. I used Unrelenting Force once again and my body grew larger, and I changed to my dragon aspect. I started breeding fire on them, flames so hot it would melt the very bones, killing them. I took one more look at the Jarl biting him, and feasting on his flesh. Now it was time to take care of the runaway housecarl.

[Normal POV]

The housecarl kept running with intentions to get aid from the Stormcloaks. She got next to them. "retreat…a d-d-drag…"

She stopped talking as an arrow pierced through her forehead, killing her. As the body fell, a figure was seen in the hill above, next to Dragonsreach. The saw it as an enemy and started charging, when they started dying extremely fast, as all Argonians capable of holding a bow fired upon them. As they died, they rose again, as mages revived the dead to fight for us.

[16 hours later, Skyrim-Cyrodiil border]

"Are you seriously considering joining those Imperial bastards!?" Said a man in pelts

"Galmar, calm down…right now they aren't problem. Lizards, cats and dragons are, and with the slaughtering we had in Whiterun we need more men"

"Ulfric, you can't even fight, you can barely stand up!" he said pointing at his leg, which had taken an arrow to the knee.

"That's why we need more men. Right now the enemy of my enemy is my friend, even if my friend is also an enemy"

Author Note: again guys, sorry for the looong waiting time but life is catching up with me, and to try and make it up I believe this is my biggest chapter so far. Also some of my information might be slightly inconsistent with previous chapters as I lost the files, so if is let me know. As always like fav, share, and follow if you want to, reviews and critics are welcome. Good night/day/afternoon. Manatauro out.