Hi guys! At the request of my girlfriend i am taking a small break from X-Men fan fics and taking a stab at a Skyrim fan fic! Tell me if you like it and even if you don't could you please... in a nice way! Tell me why not. Thank-you! Jo'sBitch.
A soft sound like the tinkle of a bell, a flash of something red against the blue sky... Then it was gone as she opened her eyes and groaned softly as the sunlight seemed to pierce her skull. She closed her eyes again for a moment and opened them once more hoping for less pain as she tried to remember why she was sat in a carriage with her hands bound. She looked around her and noticed the three men in the carriage with her; the man opposite her had blonde hair and wore a blue uniform, next to him was a man in ragged clothes with dark hair and seated next to her was a blonde man wearing the clothes a Jarl might wear.
As she was looking around the man in the blue uniform looked at her and started speaking "Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." She glanced over at the man with the dark hair and noticed now how grubby looking he was.
The thief glared at the other two men and grumbled "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, i could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." He looked at her desperately as if expecting her to untie herself and set him free.
The man in the blue uniform snapped at him "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."
The carriage driver which until now she hadn't noticed shouted at them "Shut up back there!" She glared at the back of his head and huffed, so far she hadn't said a word and neither had the other man beside her... though that may have something to do with the gag covering his mouth.
The thief looked at the man beside her with the Jarls robes and spoke softly "And whats wrong with him, huh?"
The man in blue glares at the thief and growls at him looking as though he would dearly love to hit the thief "Watch your tongue. Your'e speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King."
The thief looks taken aback and looks at Ulfric in shock "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh Gods, where are they taking us?"
The man in blue sighed and looked away pensively "I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits."
As soon as he heard the words the thief started to panic, fear flooding his eyes. "No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening."
The man in blue looked over at him and spoke softly "Hey, what village are you from horse thief?"
Looking back at him glumly he huffed "Why do you care?"
Unfazed he explained "A Nord's last thoughts, should be of home."
The thief's face softened "Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead."
All four of them looked round as one of the guardsmen called out "General Tullias, sir! the headsman is waiting!"
A man on horseback left the little convoy and called back "Good, let's get this over with." he stopped and started speaking with another person on horseback, an elf as far as she could tell.
The thief started to panic as they headed under an archway into a village. "Shor, Mara, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me"
As they passed the two people on horseback talking, the man in blue stared to talk again "Look at him, General Tullias the Military Governor and it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this." He looked around him and a small smile curled his lips "This is Helgen, i used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when i was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."
The voice of a young boy caught her attention and she turned to see a little boy sat on a porch "Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?"
The boys father looks at them in the carriage and then speaks to his son "You need to go inside, little cub."
She watched as the boy looked at his father in confusion and stayed sat on the porch "Why? I want to watch the soldiers."
The boys father frowned at him and barked "Inside the house. Now."
The boy sighed and got up, going back into the house "Yes papa."
As the boy walked into the house the carriage drivers started to stop the horses and the horse thief started looking around in a panic "Why are we stopping?"
The carriage rolled to a stop and the driver got down, the man in blue turned to the thief and sighed "Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go, shouldn't keep the Gods waiting for us." the four of them got up and started to descend from the carriage.
"No! Wait! Were not rebels!" The guards didn't listen and the people watching from their houses didn't seem to care either.
The man in blue behind her called to the thief "Face your death with some courage, thief."
She could hear the panic in the thief's voice as he shouted "You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"
The four of them stood together in front of two soldiers, the man holding a scroll. The woman barked at them "Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time."
The man in blue next to her sighed heavily "Empire loves their damned lists." She had to agree, it was cold in Skyrim and she wasn't used to it.
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." He turned and walked towards the block, holding his head up high showing not a hint of fear.
The man in blue called to him as he walked away "It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!"
The man looked at his list and read out the next name "Ralof of Riverwood." The man in blue walked past her and joined the rest of people at the block.
"Lokir of Rorikstead" The horse thief moved forward, full of fear.
"No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!" He started to run down the path.
The captain shouted "Halt!"
But Lokir wasn't going to stop for anything now. "You're not going to kill me!"
But the captain wasn't going to just let him escape "Archers!" The archers drew their bows and shot Lokir down, then the captain turned back "Anyone else feel like running?"
That's when the man looked up from his scroll and back down at it before frowning slightly and looking back at her "Wait. You there. Step forward." She stepped closer to the soldiers and watched them carefully "Who are you?"
She smiled and tossed her golden hair out of her face "Victoria Jakar." If she had looked a little more like her father she knew she would see more contempt in their eyes, after all Khajiit were not very welcome in Skyrim. Luckily for her, her mother had been a Nord woman and Victoria closely resembled her mother. Apart from her eyes, fangs, slightly pointed ears and of course her claws.
The man wrote her name down and spoke sadly "You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman." She opened her mouth to correct him but he had already started talking again "Captain. What should we do? She's not on the list"
The captain folded her arms "Forget the list, she goes to the block."
He sighed sadly "By your orders captain. I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your homeland. Follow the captain prisoner."
She turned and started walking towards the crowd already gathered at the block, she really didn't want to die just yet so she started thinking about how she could possibly escape. It was probably futile but the Khajiit never gave up, especially when your own life was on the line.