This is the story of the last Dragonborn - a mortal with the blood of a dragon. This is my story. But I'm not just the Dragonborn, I'm also Freyja, Guildmaster to the infamous Thieves Guild and a Nord whose homeland has been torn apart by civil war. I have managed to avoid choosing sides until now.
With the return of Alduin the World Eater Skyrim must unite under one banner and fight as one or we will all perish. Convincing the determined Ulfric Stormcloak to listen to reason however is more difficult than I ever imagined. But unless I figure out a way to end the war and unite everyone to fight Alduin Ulfric will be the least of my problems.
Skyrim and all of its entities belong to Bethesda.
The dragons were thought to be stories of old, and memories long forgotten. However, that was before Eerika came to Skyrim. In this land torn by war and myth, not only must she face the monsters that plague the land, but she must also face herself to become who she was meant to be.
WARNING: This story contains some foul language, blood, and violence.
I only own my OC's, everything else belongs to Bethesda Gaming Co.