The Impersonator

Okay, for the record THIS CHAPTER SUCKS

 

But trust me, keep reading, it gets better. Please give this a chance. =( please?

 

Dragonborn's Past

 

A Skyrim Fanfic

 

Chapter 1

 

The Impersonator

 

The day, was a fine day, The 25th of Mid Year. The sun shined apon my dark skin. The breeze ruffling my auburn, messy hair. I walked off from my house, Breezehome, and onto the streets of Whiterun.

I strode into the market, waving to Carlotta as I passed her. I made my way up the steps into the cloud district. I sat on the bench facing the crazy Talos priest, maybe I'd actually listen today.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the clear air. The priests words a blur in the rustle of Gildergreen's leaves. A guard past by me with a short remark of how beautiful the tree was now that it had been repaired.

I rubbed the sweat from my forehead that was starting to accumulate. The heat from the sun combined with the thickness of my dragon bone armor was a bad mix. It was like sitting in a cooking pot, fit to burst. But I can't chance an ambush, even surrounded by the city guard. I was a known target. Many dragons were not on my best side.

I am the Dragonborn, I defeated Alduin. I was everyone's savior.

Well, maybe not everyone's. I was still hated by many.

At mid day, I decided I'd go and head down to the Drunken Huntsmen. Maybe get something to eat and a few supplies before I hit the road again.

I made my way down the steps again and started for the tavern.

"Dragonborn!" I heard someone call as I made it past my house. I turned to see a guard running toward me.

"The Jarl has requested to see you right away. There is a very urgent matter that involves you most."He spoke in an edgy, nervous voice. I sighed, what a way to ruin the rest of my vacation, "Lead the way."

We ran back through the market, and up the steps. I looked up at Dragonsreach above me, a beautiful silhouette with the sun shining brightly behind it.

Up more and more steps we ran, making it to the very top, heading to the jails.

I followed the guard till I saw the Jarl, who was in front of a cell, holding someone I could not see.

"Ah, my Thane. I have been waiting for you." he said, folding his arms over his burly chest. I nodded, "Sorry to keep you waiting, what seems to be the problem."

"Well," he glanced back to the cell behind him. "I really don't know how to handle this. I guess it's in your hands what we do with him."

"Alright, but what did he do, and why does it concern me? I'm sure your guard can handle it." I moved my head to see the prisoner, but with no luck.

"Well, we're were pretty sure he was trying to impersonate you, Dragonborn."

I raised an eyebrow.

At that moment, the prisoner jumped up, pressing himself against the bars, "You can't be serious! That's the Dragonborn? That Elf? She's not even Nord! How could she do anything?"

I walked two steps closer, smiled, and shouted in his face, launching him backward. "I'll let you know that I have defeated Alduin. I have mastered the way of the voice. And have taken the souls of more dragon than you can imagine." I said as he sat up again, rubbing his head from the fall.

The man was a scrawny, blonde nord, no older than early twenties. His hair filthy, going nearly to his shoulders. Dirt coating his face.

"What's your name?" I asked angrily. He swallowed, feeling slightly intimidated, "Julianos."

I raised my chin slightly, "Ah yes, the god of knowledge and wisdom. Although, you seem to be lacking some, impersonating me."

"I wasn't impersonating anyone!" he jumped to his feet. "I am Dragonborn!" I smirked, "O really now, prove it."

He slumped, starring down at his feet, "I-I can't. I don't know any, any shouts, none like you."

My smirk grew, "Really, than how do you suppose you are Dragonborn?" he looked up again. "Because once, I killed a dragon along with my hunting group. And I absorbed something when it died. They said it was like the dragons, it must be.

"I was in Cyrodil at the time. I knew I had to come back to Skyrim." at that point, the Jarl stepped in. "He's an arrogant one, going around the city, yelling and laughing, telling everyone that the hero was here. Came ranting through the Bannered Mare last night. Destroying property, causing brawls. Uthgerd finally toke him down, 'Defending your honor and good name', she said."

I smiled, "She always does." I whispered, turning my head back to Julianos. "You should know that if you are a Dragonborn, it's not all gold and ale. It's responsibility, a destiny to keep up with. Alduin may be dead and gone, but there are still dragon attacks every day." I turned to the Jarl. "I'll send a letter to the Greybeards. See if they can confirm this," I turned my head back to the prisoner, "through a series of tests."

I turned on my heel and made my way out.