Skyrim: Became Dovahkiin

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Author's Note:

{Chapters will be released less frequently. I need to think about the plot.}

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John imagined a door. Through this door, he would wake up. Placing his palm on the doorknob, he slowly turned his hand. A creak was distinctly audible as the door opened.

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Present Time

John woke up in bed. An unsightly wooden ceiling met his gaze. Changing his position, John looked to the side. Lydia was sitting next to him, though she was asleep. The Housecarl was slumped in a chair, her chin resting on the backrest. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be sleeping.

"Hmm." Hum-ming, John quietly got up and went to the top of the tower.

It didn't take long for the young man to reach the roof. He saw Jenassa. It seemed she was doing an excellent job of watching the surroundings, for a wary Aedra protects.

She stood with her back to John, looking down. Her raven-black hair fluttered in the faint wind. Her leather armor concealed most of the curves of her beautiful body. An aura of experience, responsibility, and will emanated from Jenassa. It seemed many years of adventuring were making themselves known.

"So you're awake already," the Dunmer quietly said.

"Of course." John smiled.

"Good. So, would you care to explain your fit last night?" She turned her face to the Dragonborn.

"Oh. Right away?" John walked over and looked into the Dunmer's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm waiting for an answer."

"Ah, yeeesss. So, you know I absorbed a dragon's soul, right?"

"Indeed," she replied firmly.

"Well. That dragon soul isn't fully absorbed, i.e., digested by me. That fit happened precisely because of that."

"How exactly does it affect you?"

"And you want to know everything, don't you?" John sat on a chair and raised an eyebrow.

"I need to know about it. After all, even more journeys await us in the future. And I must be ready for it."

"Oh. Alright." John rolled his eyes. "Dragons are born rulers. All their craving for power, strength, magic, knowledge is in their soul and bones. I've absorbed all of that. And this craving is manifesting within me."

"So that's how it is." Jenassa merely nodded slightly.

"I've already dealt with the fit. It won't happen again."

"At least not during the journey to High Hrothgar."

John assumed that such fits truly wouldn't happen again. He had defeated the remaining personality of the dragon Mirmulnir. At the moment, nothing should bother his soul. At most, some desires for power and nothing more.

Jenassa looked into John's eyes. She understood that he wasn't lying and agreed to continue.

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### College of Winterhold

A tall elf stood at the entrance to the bridge. Snow slowly fell to the ground. The Altmer saw the remains of the city of Winterhold. Once, it had been the capital of all Skyrim. But the Great Collapse dragged most of the city with it. It was a complete disaster. Many people died that day.

A small part of the city contained about 2000 buildings. And at least about 3500 people remained. Naturally, compared to the game, it was like night and day.

"It's a great shame. The Jarl himself blames us for that disaster. But we didn't even know what it could have been. Although I have a guess as to why the Great Collapse occurred. My colleagues think the same. The Arch-Mage says nothing about the collapse and constantly makes excuses to avoid meeting with the Jarl of Winterhold. It's a pity that it all happened this way."

Sadness and a certain guilt for the city's current state appeared on the beautiful Altmer's face. It seemed she wasn't indifferent to Winterhold and its inhabitants.

Snowflakes tried to fall on her, but before reaching the girl's clothes, they immediately melted. The heat around the Altmer exceeded the temperature of the surrounding air.

Winter in Skyrim was not hospitable. Yet many Nords were accustomed to the frosty winter. For in the past, they lived on the continent of Atmora with a similar climate. But for unknown reasons, the weather became harsher, and the people of that time had to sail to Skyrim.

The Nords managed to adapt and take part of the land from the Falmer (Snow Elves in the past), Orcs, and Dragons. Quite a strong race, compared to others in Tamriel.

"Phew."

"I hope everything changes for the better in the near future," Faralda quietly said.

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### Cyrodiil

An old man in magnificent robes sat on a throne. All the possible fatigue from ruling the Empire seemed to be reflected on the Emperor's face. Not only did he, Titus Mede II, inherit a weakened Empire, but he also had to sign the White-Gold Concordat.

Because of the signing, many citizens became dissatisfied with Titus's rule. From the Emperor's perspective, it was quite logical to take a breather. The fight against the Aldmeri Dominion had exhausted the Empire too much.

"Too tedious," the Emperor whispered.

To all the problems was added the rebellion in Skyrim. The High King of Skyrim died at the hands of the main rebel. How did Ulfric have the patience to learn the Thu'um? It was surprising, to say the least.

"Should I visit Skyrim?" Wrinkles appeared on the Emperor's forehead.

A visit to Jarl Elisif had several reasons. The first was to assess the situation on the ground. The second was to express his condolences to Elisif. The third reason was to deploy additional spies in Skyrim. New information about the Thalmor was needed. Having such a snake at his side was extremely dangerous. The Thalmor needed to be watched.

Tap tap

Hasty footsteps were heard. The Emperor raised his head and saw his assistant, Thaddeus.

"Emperor! The White Pass will be cleared in a few months. Our troops won't be able to enter Skyrim for now."

"Understood. It seems General Tullius will have to exert himself."

The Emperor nodded and waved his hand. His assistant immediately withdrew, leaving the Emperor alone.

"The main thing now is to stop the civil war in Skyrim. Cyrodiil, High Rock are already slowly recovering. We have too few forces to resist the Aldmeri Dominion. The situation is dire."

Oh, damn it. How did it all come to this? Damn it!

Thump

Titus Mede II slammed his hand on his throne. His breathing became ragged. A desire for revenge against the Dominion burned in the man's eyes, but with the current state of affairs, it was impossible.

"Sigh... If only that hero were with me. Did he really disappear after helping in the Great War?"

The Emperor remained agitated. He had to drink a special potion.