The gates of Windhelm stood barred in front of us. The bridge had been taken and Ulfric had nowhere left to run. A group of men held a battering ram and I watched from the side as they swung it against the doors to the city. My sword was at the ready as the wood of the doors splintered.
Bekkard stood to my right and breathed heavily. I had watched him take down five Windhelm guards single-handedly. A shout came up behind us and I watched as a figure ran up. A hood covered their face and blonde hair fell out either side. Scaled armor I had never seen before covered a slender frame and a jagged bone colored sword hung at their waist.
"Dragonborn…" Bekkard whispered and I looked on in awe. This was going to be my son's favorite story when I finally got home to Cyrodiil. She pushed her hood back and approached General Tullius. I watched as they spoke and he ordered the battering ram to be set down. Confused whispers sprung up from many of the soldiers. The Dragonborn stood in front of the doors and suddenly a roar came from her throat and the doors were blown inwards, knocking back many of the Stormcloaks waiting on the far side.
Tullius raised his sword and issued a battle cry. We answered and charged behind him, ready to reclaim Skyrim for the good of the Empire.
Authors Note: I hoped you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may follow up or do another Elder Scrolls story sometime. I had originally planned on ending the story when Glatian and Aljidar get back to the camp but as I was playing the other day I thought of how awesome it would be to blow open doors with Unrelenting Force and got the idea to write an epilogue showing my Dragonborn do exactly that. See you all in Sovngarde!