Aemilia has put the adventurous life of being the Dragonborn behind her, now living with her best friend Erik in the secluded forest of Falkreath. The dragons are gone, the Imperials defeated in a blood-ridden yet historical three year war by the Stormcloaks. Ulfric has the power of Skyrim in his grasp. In honor of the Stormcloaks' victory, the Jarl of Windhelm is holding a celebration feast which Aemilia's invited to. However, things are bound to go awry and chaos resurfaces, forcing her to take up the title as Dovahkiin once again. Though this time she's at a disadvantage - power resides where men believe it resides, and they no longer believe it's with her. She's a fighter, she's a survivor, but most importantly - She's Dragonborn. ~I try to keep this story as lore-friendly as possible, apart from characters I've created. If you spot any mistakes, please don't be afraid to kindly point them out! Tamriel and its characters belong to Bethesda Softworks, no copyright infringement intended. I own the copyright to the written content of Survivor.~

In ancient times, where the caves were full of beasts, people hunted you in the woods, and you struggled to survive, there were many stories of great hero's and how they slayed great beasts. One man never believed many of them, until one day, his life would be one of the greatest stories of them all. Will he save Skyrim from the threat that is looming over it, or will he send Skyrim into eternal darkness? The fate of Skyrim and it's people rests on one man's shoulders, the choice is his, and the power is in his voice.