Sorry if spelling is a little off I type this on an iPad mini because I don't own a computer so forgive me.
As the female wood elf slowly returned to consciousness she lifted her gaze to the man sitting in front of her. The sun glared her eyes so she could not get a good look at him, as she attempted to raise her hand to block the the sun she realized her hands were bound.
"Damn", she spoke under her breath loud enough for the man in front of her to hear. "Hey, you're finally awake, walked right into that ambush same as us and that thief over there", he pointed out with a move of his head towards a nord in rags sitting next to him. The thief replied in an angered tone "Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along!" he shouted "Empire was nice and lazy." Stormcloaks, Who were the Stormcloaks? "What's wrong with him?" he asked gesturing towards a man who gagged sitting next to the woman.
"Shut up back there!" the imperial carriage driver shouted and they were quiet for a time until they got passed the gates and the man across from her grumbled angrily "Look at him! General Tullius, the military governor. Looks like the Thalmor are with him.
"Damn elves, I bet they had something to do this."
The cart pulled to a stop a few minutes later and the thief asked in a frightened tone "Why are we stopping?" the man replied, "Why do you think? End of the line." The thief was almost to tears and said like a little child "No this isn't happening this isn't happening!"
"Face your death with some courage horse thief."
The blonde man, the one who sat in front of her had a small smirk on his face at the thief's fear of death.
"Step up to the block, one at a time!" the imperial captain shouted.
"Empire loves their damn lists" The blond man mumbled.
The imperial soldier next to the captain began reading out names of the prisoners.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm"
"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric" the blond man said as Ulfric trudged to the group of prisoners near the headsman's block.
"Ralof of Riverwood" the soldier said and the man trudged off silently.
"Lokir of Rorikstead"
"Please I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" the man said before shoving into the imperial captain and running towards a gate.
"Archers!" the imperial captain shouted and two men drew their bow and fired an arrow into the back of each of the man's legs sending him tumbling and breaking his neck due to the fact his hands were bound.
"Anyone else feel like running?" The captain shouted.
Hmm, you're about to cut off my head.. Yes I feel like running. You bastards, the Bosmer woman thought though she didn't dare say it.
A voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Wait, Who are you?" the soldier asked due to her name not being on the list.
"Althel Nightshade, from Silvenar"
The young Bosmer woman was indeed beautiful she had medium length hair in a ponytail and she had light skin for a wood elf, blue eyes along with a small nose and her lips were set in a straight line due to the fact she was about to be executed for crossing the border into Skyrim illegally. She only did so because she had been under the rule of the Thalmor, which were allied with wood elves but her captors had cared about that, they thought the Altmer were superior to all races and did not need allies.
"Hmm seems here you are not on the list. What do we do captain? She's not on the list.
"Forget the list she goes to the block."
Bastards, she gave an evil glare to the captain and wanted to let loose a flame spell she had picked up along her travels, yet her hands were bound rendering that idea useless.
She slowly trudged to the area where the rest of the prisoners were and saw Ralof to her right, her eyes filled with fear he moved his lips saying "It's okay, Gods know they are wrong". She hoped he was right
"Ulfric Stormcloak, some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." General Tullius sounded very happy to have the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion as a prisoner.
A distant yet loud screech made everyone look up. "It's nothing carry on." Tullius ordered.
"Yes General Tullius".
"Give them their last rites" the captain ordered the priest.
"As we commend your souls to atherieus, blessings of the eight divines upon-"
"For the love of Talos shut up and let's get this over with" a Stormcloak soldier walked towards the block.
"As you wish" the priest remarked angrily.
"Come on I don't have all morning"
No you really don't, thought Althel, trying to hide a small grin at the nords impatience, a voice interrupted her thoughts, "My ancestors are smiling upon me imperials can you say the same?"
The captain pushed the rebel down with her boot and the headsman brought his axe up and back down and Althel turned away for she already knew what awaited her eyes.
"Next the wood elf!" said the imperial captain
No! Please no... Let it be quick.. She thought as she reluctantly walked towards the block.
She felt the captains boot on her back push her down with her head facing the headsman.
Something flew towards the tower behind him, it was big, very big.
When the shape landed on the watchtower it turned its neck to the sky and shouted into the heavens. It started raining flaming rocks and all hell broke loose.
"Dragon!" A stormcloak woman cried out.
"Guards get the townspeople to safety!" ordered Tullius, it was chaos.
"Hey wood elf, get up! The gods won't give us another chance!" Ralof shouted over at Althel.
A noise emanated from the dragon' it had black spikes with long claws and sharp teeth, it looked like death.
Oh shit thought Althel This is how I die.. a damned dragon out of children's legends and folk tales?
"FUS" "Kill that thing!" "RO DAH" and the imperials were thrown backwards.
Althel was running towards the watchtower when she felt a searing pain in her right leg, she almost fell but Ralof caught her. During the chaos they escaped into the watchtower to find Ulfric no longer gagged and discussing what was going on out there with Ralof.
"Jarl Ulfric what is that thing? Could the legends be true?"
"Legends don't burn down villages."
"The hell they don't", Althel spat.
"True" said Ralof "Up through the tower lets go!"
They ran up the stairs leaving Ulfric behind when the dragon suddenly burst through the wall send rocks everywhere one hitting Althel in the right arm and leaving a somewhat deep scrape. Althel's hand were still bound so she couldn't cover it or anything.
"See that in. On the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going! I'll meet you when I can!" Althel then jumped through the roof only slightly twisting her ankle and hopped down to the first floor running outside when she heard voices.
"Hamming you need to get over here now!" The soldier who held the book said to a little boy. "That's it you're doing great." "Gunnar! Take care of the boy, I need to find General Tullius and join the defense! You, wood elf, come with me!"
"Gods guide you Hadvar" said the man apparently named Gunnar.
She followed him and obeyed when he shouted "Stay close to the wall!"
She wondered why but shortly after the dragon landed on the wall it's wings caging Althel against the wall. It flew off but not after bathing a injured soldier in flames. They eventually wound up in a courtyard where she decided to go with Ralof, she trusted them more than the imperials, besides they tried to cut off her head.
I hope you liked this chapter I enjoyed writing it. I'm new to fanfiction writing so I'm just learning and any reviews would be appreciated. Chapters 1-3 are being merged because i felt that they should be, so thats why 2 chapters are gone.