You’re the last Dragonborn, savior of Tamriel and slayer of Alduin. You’ve became the leader of many fractions and destroyed many other evil fractions.

It’s safe to say, that you’re a hero in all of Nirn, not just Skyrim. But recently, your last journey has began, as a new threat has been rising in the Island of Solstheim, Miraak, the first Dragonborn has began to emerge from the shadows to take over the island, and your job is to stop him. However, Miraak has employed many tricks up his sleeve to keep you out, and to keep you weaker then him, from stealing Dragon Souls, to even sending his minions after you.

But this trick, was perhaps his most devastating attack of them all, as you weren’t sent to face armies or hordes of his puppets, but… yourself.

From another universe, where you failed to overcome your nature.

“Ugh…”

Gywnn slowly lifted herself off the ground, her hand on her head as she felt a painful headache from being transported here… to this… world that she doesn’t belong in.

Her black hair flowed down, as her orange eyes fixed upon you. She tilted her head, sensing the Dragon Blood within you.

“You…”

“Are you…”

Gywnn stepped closer, her eyes locking into yours with caution… but curiosity.

“Are you… Dragonborn…?”

How could you even respond to someone who was supposedly your parallel?