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My dear Lydia fell during the famous battle of Whiterun. I was charging the walls with my Stormcloak brothers and sisters, with Lydia, dovetedly by my side. The smoke was thick, and fire's roared all around us. I led the charge with Lydia to begin making our way onto the walls. We engaged the faithless Imperials in hand to hand combat. At first the fight was going well, but then with surprise reinforcements, the Imperial's got the upper hand. It was too much, we were overun. Lydia was near dead, and so was I. With no time to escape, and my magicka reserves drained, I summoned my thu'um, using Unrelenting Force to drive back the bastardly Imperial's and Whiterun guards, preventing the archers from delivering a final blow. Just at that moment, Lydia rushed forward with the courage of Ysgramor himself, doing everything she could to save my life, she rushed forward to distract the enemy, just as my shout blasted her into the rock wall opposite me. She lay dead instantly, but I was alive... Because of her.

I finished the battle with a rage that would impress an orc. After the battle, I found her body, and laid it to rest in the forest near her home, Whiterun. I cried for weeks.