Mori Pro Imperio: The Story of Pliton Calleius

I looked to Twilight. She looked as confused as I was. We were heading back to Cyrodiil? That would leave the Seventh Legion all by itself to face a possible Stormcloak counterattack in Whiterun. General Tullius didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed anxious to get out of Skyrim.

"What is going on?" Princess Celestia said, "Why are we heading to Cyrodiil?"

"The Aldmeri Dominion has declared war," he said, "They have already taken Leyawiin, Anvil and Bravil. We must hurry before they make it to Skingrad and the Imperial City. Men, forward, march!"

"When did they declare war?" Celestia asked, "They covered a lot of ground, it seems."

"Apparently we only got word of it two months ago," Tullius said, "When we began to besiege Whiterun. When we got word, the Aldmeri had already taken our southern towns, and the cities of Leyawiin and Bravil."

We got into our formations, and we marched south, into Cyrodiil. With the size of Skyrim, we were more than a day's march from the border. I was growing increasingly nervous, worrying about my family in Skingrad. If what General Tullius was told is true, the Aldmeri are about half a day away from Skingrad. I cursed, and wished we could be there faster.

"General, wait," Celestia said, riding up next to him, "How quickly do we need to be in Cyrodiil?"

"As soon as possible, Your Highness," he said, "Why do you ask?"

"We can take you to the Imperial City in about three hours, if you let us take your troops in our chariots that will be flown by the Pegasi."

"Flying chariots, eh?" Tullius said, "In three hours, and we'll get to the Imperial City? Alright, how many can you take?"

"As many soldiers there are in Cyrodiil," she said, her horn glowing, "I can make ten thousand chariots right now."

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, "We need to be in Cyrodiil now."

Celestia's horn glowed with a rainbow tint as a countless amount of chariots materialized. The winged Equestrians, or Pegasi, as Princess Celestia said, took their places at the front of the chariots.

I climbed onto a chariot with Twilight, which was driven by Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Princess Celestia ordered them to ready for takeoff, and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy then began to run forward, building up speed.

"Equestrians," Celestia called, "Take off, now!" Suddenly, the chariots jolted upwards into the sky as though they could've just waiting there.

The feeling of being thrust into the air unknowingly was amazing. At first, it felt completely terrifying, but I eventually began to enjoy it. The view over Skyrim was amazing, and I could see that Skyrim was one of the most beautiful provinces in Tamriel. We were moving at such an amazing speed, but Twilight told me Rainbow Dash was the fastest Pegasi in all of Equestria.

I looked to my left, and saw General Tullius riding in a chariot with Princess Celestia, in an empty chariot. Celestia was driving the chariot using only her magic. They were moving just as fast as Rainbow Dash, and I knew why she was the ruler of the Equestrians.

We crossed the border of Skyrim into Cyrodiil about an hour after we took off. The majestic mountain peaks were completely beautiful from the height we were at. I could see the White-Gold Tower, which meant we weren't far from the Imperial City, about an hour away.

"Do you always travel like this?" I screamed to Twilight over the wind.

"Only in times of war," she screamed back, "And when our presence is needed across Equestria."

I nodded my head, and looked as the mountain peaks were replaced with green plains and forests. The northern city of Bruma, a mostly Nord population of over sixty thousand sped by in the matter of about thirty seconds.

After about a half an hour of watching Cyrodilic plains, we landed outside of the Imperial City. Word had reached the Emperor of the Almderi invasion, and had called all the Legions in Cyrodiil to the Imperial City, to defend it against the inevitable Aldmeri siege.

Once we got out of the chariot, General Tullius, Legate Rikke, his Chief Lieutenant, and Princess Celestia immediately entered the city. Celestia told Twilight to come with her, and she wouldn't go without me, as she was afraid of the Imperials staring at her.

"Put your hood on," I said, "They won't stare at you much. They'll think you're just a mage, not an Equestrian." She did, and we entered the gates.

The Imperial City was full of panic. Citizens were flooding stores, and getting as much food and drink as they can, while others were getting or forging weapons at the blacksmith shops. I walked through, thinking of my family back in Skingrad, as the Aldmeri Dominion was most probably besieging the city now.

We walked into the Imperial Palace, which was recently finished after Ulfric threw us out of Skyrim. The guards at the door saluted us as we walked in, and Emperor Titus Mede welcomed us inside.

"General," he said, "Your arrival this early is, unexpected." He said, "Would you care to tell me how you got here?"

"Your Highness," General Tullius said, "We arrived through the help of Equestrian Princess Celestia."

"Equestrian?" Mede said, "What do you mean by that?"

"We come from the kingdom of Equestria," Celestia said, "Where myself and my sister, Princess Luna, rule together. We use the Elements of Harmony to ensure peace in the kingdom."

"Alright," he said, turning to Tullius. "Come into the War Room, we need to strategize, General." He said, walking away,

"The Aldmeri invasion was, expected. The White-Gold Concordant was inadequate, and a reopening of the Great War was expected."

"How many cities have fallen?" Tullius said as we entered the War Room, where Generals and Legates argued, but stopped in respect to Titus, but stared at Celestia and Twilight. Twilight didn't like the attention, but I told her not to worry.

"We have reports of Leyawiin, Anvil and Bravil falling, and Skingrad is being besieged right now, the same with Kvatch," Mede said, "And the Redguards have invaded northwestern Cyrodiil, and are approaching Chorrol. We desperately need assistance, or the Empire could topple."

"No need to fear, Your Highness," General Tullius said, "The Equestrian Army has about ten thousand soldiers, along with the Fourth Legion, which numbers seven thousand, five hundred and twenty."

"We are going to need every single Legionnaire we can get our hands on, General," the Emperor said, "Because these might be the end days of the Empire, the worst since the Oblivion Crisis. And the invasion had begun last week, and news has only reached us two days ago, and we sent that messenger to Whiterun that same day."

"We're going to need something else than the Legion," Legate Rikke said, "Your Highness, we're going to need the Dragonborn to assist us if we want to survive."

"The Dragonborn," Mede said, "Didn't he side with the Stormcloaks?"

"Yes," Rikke said, "But he believes in Talos, as we all do. If we can convince him that the worship of Talos will be completely eradicated, he might join."

"Where is he?" Mede asked, "I need to know."

"He has homes in every city in Skyrim," Rikke said, "But we believe he is living in his residence in Windhelm. If we can get there, and get him here, we might be able to convince him."

"How can we get him here within a week, Legate?" Mede said, "It will take a two-week round trip, and by then, we might have lost the war."

"Not if you use her," Rikke said, pointing to Twilight, "You are a master in magic, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't say that," Twilight said, blushing, "If you're saying I can get to Windhelm and back here, let alone with this Dragonborn, I don't think I can."

"Twilight Sparkle," Celestia said, "I didn't make you my protégé for nothing. If I wanted anypony to do this, I would want you to do this. I know you can transport yourself to Windhelm and take the Dragonborn back here."

"But," Twilight said, "I have done teleportation spells before, but not across a continent. Please, there has to be another way."

"No," Celestia said, "You have to be the pony to do this. Now, go, and I don't want to see you without the Dragonborn, or whatever they call him."

Twilight stood there for a few seconds, but walked off. Celestia turned to me, and looked into my eyes.

"Do you know what a Dragonborn is?" She asked, confused by the terminology.

"It's a man," I said, "With the body of a mortal, but a soul of a dragon. A Dragonborn is the only person to truly kill a dragon, as the Dragonborn absorbs the dead dragon's soul. The Dragonborn saved Skyrim from the World Eater, Alduin, only five years ago."

"And this Alduin is gone forever?" She asked, fearful in her tone of what I had told her about Alduin.

"Yes," I said, "The Dragonborn killed him, and banished his soul with an Elder Scroll, a powerful scroll of unimaginable power."

"If we can get back to the matter at hand, Your Highness," Mede said, "We need to consolidate the First, Eight and Tenth Legions to the south of the city, to stem the Aldmeri advance from Elsweyr. If we can, I want the Fifth and Fourteenth to the west. I want the Third and Fourth inside the city, to protect against a siege, and if the other Legions rout."

"What of our troops?" Celestia asked.

"What of your troops," Mede said, "What can they do? I need to know, before I throw you into battle with the Aldmeri Dominion only to see you rout."

"We can intercept them from the air," Celestia said, "Our troops are masters of magic, are expert airborne warriors, and have immense strength. Twilight was one of our mages, while there are others who have wings, much like me, and there are those who are normal by your standards, but are much stronger than what you know of."

Emperor Mede stood silent, staring at his map of Tamriel, which showed where the Stormcloaks, Redguards, Aldmeri, and Imperial troops were. From one look, I could see that the situation was dire. The different Legions were spread thin throughout Morrowind, High Rock and Cyrodiil, while the Aldmeri were completely balanced throughout the Imperial territory they held.

"Emperor Mede," said a messenger who burst into the room, "Skingrad has fallen, the Fifteenth Legion has routed."

That message rocked me to my core. My family might as well be dead, with the Aldmeri killing my family in the siege and the beginning of the occupation, as we were all Talos worshippers, and my father was probably dead, as Legions typically rout when their commanding officer is killed.

"Damn it to Oblivion," the Emperor shouted, smashing his fist into the table, "Princess, I hope to Akatosh that you can hold off the Aldmeri, because at this rate, they'll be in Winterhold in a month."

"You can rest assured," Celestia said, "Our troops can take out the Aldmeri. Where do you want me to move my troops?"

"I want you," Mede said, "To go to the middle ground between Chorrol and the Imperial City. There, you can stall at least one of the approaches the Aldmeri can make on the Imperial City. General Tullius, I want you to go with them, I don't want a foreign army running rampant throughout Cyrodiil, especially at a time like this."

"Of course," Tullius said, "I will make preparations to leave immediately."

"Oh," Mede said, "And Princess, if you could…"

"Yes?" Celestia said, "What is it, Your Highness?"

"However you got here," he said, "Use that mean of transportation to get to where I want you to go. The fate of the Imperial City, and by default, the Empire, lies in your hands. Make me realize that I made the right decision."

"Of course," Celestia said, "We will leave immediately. But, I will need to see my protégé and meet this Dragonborn before we leave."

So we waited for Twilight to return with the Dragonborn. From what I have heard, he was a fearsome warrior, and would fight and kill before he was brought before the Emperor, who he fought against only five years before.

It was half an hour before she came back, with the Dragonborn tied and bound, levitating behind her. Her light purple skin was soaked with sweat, even with winter fast approaching. She had cuts on her face, and one of her eyes was swelled shut.

"Your Highness," she said, "Meet Svogre Stronghand, the Dragonborn."

Yes, I brought in the Dragonborn, finally. It wouldn’t be a Skyrim fanfic if there was no Dragonborn, would it? The next chapter will be half action and half talking, and I might use this whole “disaster” thing I keep talking about. I have a good idea about it, and I hope you will like it. As always, read and review please.