I watched as soldiers appeared. Not real soldiers, phantom soldiers of our deceased army. Faces of dead men and women started advancing towards us. "Those are some men from my unit!" One man yelled. "Just keep firing!" Another commanded. "I- I can't! My arrows go right through them! How do we win a battle where we can't fight back?" He started yelling. Everyone started to panic, and chaos arouse in my men. They started to run away or hide. Some stayed and continued to attack the enemy, swinging and shooting at what seemed like absolutely nothing. One of the high ranking officers walked over to me, with a with about 20 men. "How do we combat these foes? Our arrows fly though them, swords hit the ground when we swing, and magic just seems to be absorbed by them. If we don't think of something soon, we will surely lose. Somehow their weapons affect us, but ours can't even scratch them." He explained. I looked at him, put one of my swords in his hand and chuckled. "Parlor games. Only to amuse women and small children. Go, find the ring leader and cut him down. If he falls, so does his army of phantoms." I said. He looked at me with a smile, the turned to his men. "Alright boys, you heard him! Go find yourself a sorcerer, and cut him down where he stands!" He yelled. Then men gave out a yell, then charged across the field, searching for the person behind all this.
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A Life In The World Of Skyrim: BattleBorn
FanficDovakiin, Hero, Tyrant, Savior. These names were awarded to him as he rose from hunter, to Dragonborn. The end of the war is neigh, and he will show everyone who he really is. As this part of his journey ends, another one will soon start, and only...
