Run, that's the only thing I can think about. Run and don't look back, because if you do you're screwed. I don't want to be here, this isn't what I want for my life- to live the dirty life of a criminal. But my rash actions and short thinking got me into this mess- I got myself into this mess.
The border is in sight, I can see the mountains covering dunmeth pass from here. Eventually the sound of leather boots pounding into thick snow and angry shouts die down. I feel relief but not safety, I am not safe- as long as I am in Skyrim I am not safe.
I have been running for what, ten minutes? Fifteen, maybe even twenty. All I know is that my body certainly isn't used to it. I can no longer feel my legs, or my arms and my brain is fogged with fear. Snow collects and sticks to the bottom of my dress. My lungs burn terribly and my breath comes out in chokes. Every inch of my body stings and my brain screams at me to stop and take a break- only I can't, because I am no longer in control of my own body. Fear controls me now- fear of being caught, fear of going to jail, and of losing what I have.
But I cannot take it anymore; I will faint if I don't stop. If the guards don't catch up then either the bitter cold or the wild creatures will do away with me. I slow down to a jog then stop completely. I lean my weight on a snow-covered tree and take in mouthfuls of air at a time. There is no-one following me, but that does not mean I'm out of trouble. I take a glimpse at my hands; my fingertips are an inflamed red, turning blue with frostbite. Taking in a final breath I begin running again, each step taking me closer to Morrowind- closer to freedom. Then I realise I see figures ahead. My heart drops down to my stomach, I feel my body go stiff. Did the guards overtake me? They couldn't have, not with the raging wind against them. Upon closer inspection I see more of them; they're locked in combat- a battle.
My heart lifts a little- perhaps if can sneak past them, I can make it through the border unnoticed. I crouch down, and slowly make my way around them, keeping a fair bit of distance between the conflict and me. Slow and steady, watch your footing that's what I tell myself. Slow and steady, slow and steady. I make my way around them, slipping away into the shadowed valley of the pass. I hear horses, a carriage- they must be taking prisoners as long as it's not me I tell myself.
"That's the last of them then?"
"Yes and the Jarl as well"
"Good job soldier, take them to Helgen- Tullius is waiting."
"Yes sir"
From the accent I'm guessing they're imperials, maybe a few Nords among them.
"What's that?"
"What is it?"
"Footprints"
No, they've found me, I messed up! I pick up my pace staying crouched.
"Stop!"
I hear the soldier shout. I don't stop though; I won't let them take me. Without thinking, I break out of my crouching position and run; if I reach the border then they can't get me. They don't run after me though, like I expected them too. No, as I'm quizzing myself in my head as to what they're doing, I hear something. It was the slick vibrating sound of a bow. Before I had time to register this information in my head I felt something glide past my face. The arrow landed by my feet and blood gushed out of the thin wound on my left cheek.
I didn't stop; I wouldn't no matter how many arrows they shot at me. The next arrow didn't miss, it pierced my right shoulder, and this time I stopped. I collapsed on the rocky floor, clutching my shoulder in agony and screaming out in pain. This time I heard footsteps and before I had the chance to turn my head, I felt something like the handle of an axe or sword hit the base of my neck. The smell of copper hit my nostrils and my vision zoomed in on the ground and everything went dark. This is the end for me.
A/N: My new story on my favourite game- Skyrim. Reviews are appreciated and mean a faster update. I'll see you next chapter at Helgen! ;)