I Don't Own Skyrim Elder Scrolls

Intro

The Block

Everything was fuzzy blazes of light and shade at first. Before I felt my eyes adjust to the movement of the trees and light around me. I could feel myself sway on what felt and sounded like old wood, the sound of horses indicated that my hung was correct, I was in a carriage. I could smell dirt and sweat from three others, one in my light of sight, I turned my head to see the one just in my side vision, and the one to the right of my with a gag on his mouth. It took a minuet for me to see their faces, seems whatever ahd hit me before blacking out had really gave me a good spin.

My eyes sight turned to the one at the front, as the Nord with blond hair looked at me and gave a, what seemed like, a smile. There was traces of grim and dirt on his face, he wasn't in a prison like outfit like me and one other guy was. And he looked like he had just come from a mud field, the smell alone said that he had possible been through a lot.

"Hey you." I looked dead at his pale blue eyes, "you're finally awake...you were trying to cross the boarder..." I gave a short nod to that, not seeing as to why I should speak, not that there was much to say between us.

"Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us." I could only assume he meant the one to my right with the gag, as shi clothing was different then mine and the guy in front of him.

"And that theif over there." My eyes turned back to the one off the right a little to the front of the other with the gag. He seemed to have sunken eyes, hard to make out what color they were with this low light. His hands, just like all of ours in this carriage were bounded in a crisis cross pattern. The guy seemed to have been worn out and clearly a bit annoyed by the mans statement.

"Damn you Stormcloaks." They guy said bitterly, I was silent, but on the inside I was a bit curious. Stormcloaks? While from my home town we did here bits and pieces of some men named that, I never knew as to who they were. Seems this guy hated them a bit, his next statement made me see as to why.

"Skyrim was just fine before you came along. Empire was nice and lazy." I scoffed inwardly, lazy is more a a term for this theif as he said he would have gotten the horse he had stolen and been to Hammerfall. A theif is not a proper term for this guy, a true theif went for the money and stuff that will sell for it. A stolen horse only walks away after you get it, hard to sell a horse that won't stay with its first 'owner'.

"You there." I blinked out of my thoughts when he looked at me. "You and me, we shouldn't be here." I guess that was true for me, in my personal opinion once your caught by the law, your no good for anyone. "It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.". Not entirely true, many one who breaks their laws in fair game. I paired for my way to Skyrim, I was just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The guy to my left had somewhat of a growl in his next statement, "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, theif." I could tell he was a man who took shedded blood and sweat as more of a binding then kin. I suppose I can respect that, not many would feel that way, but it did make sense. Join anything that is a big group, they all share the view, well most of them do.

"Shut up back there!" The solider in front of us said, I rolled my eyes, not a chance this is just getting good. I looked over at that guy to my right, as the theif said basically what I was wondering.

"And what's wrong with him, huh?" The other in front of me to my left growled even more. Giving this thief a good glare, kind of reminded me of cold winters, not that I had ever been long out in the cold...

"watch your tongue!" He hissed, "your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king!" I blinked at that, a true king normally leads his men better then into a trap and just sits there with a pouting face. Or that might just be because he had that gag on in the weirdest position possible, I know that would annoy me.

"Ulfric?" The theif echoed, "jarl of Windhelm? Your the leader of the rebellion." Oh so that's what the Stormcloaks are...wow after his last name, narcissist much? But his next statement sent shivers up my spine, and made my thoughts come back to me, this was more then just a carriage ride.

"but if they've captured you... Oh Gods, where are they taking us?" That was a very good question, one that I didn't think ended in a cell where I coudl just escape from... Don't ask, my past is my own!

"I don't know where we're going..." The guy to my left sighed, as he looked out to upcoming gates. "But Sovengaurd awaits..." Well for him at least, I've never been more a religious person. Well...I hope I live a good life in oblivion, anyone of the non evil one sis good for me, and I don't care about servitude for afterlife.

By now the theif was freaking out more then me, at least I'm not too scared of dying like he is, "No...this can't be happening...this isn't happening." It was, and be ready for the gleam of an axe, but I still kept my mouth shut. My head looking down at the other guys binds, by my minds eye was thinking back to other things. My home town wasn't an option, my family would have just sold me to make money, my dad always did think I was a mistake. Not my problem he had to do it with my mom on the first night.

"Hey, what village are you from,morse theif?" The guy asked, I looked down, as to I knew why he asked that. It wasn't just for a Nord to think of his home, but for others also. Good or bad. They guy said Rorikstead, never heard of it, then again I wasn't native to Skyrim, only heard small tales from the elders and travelers.

"general Tullius, sir, the heads men is waiting." I knew it, well I hope I still had a good chance, anything would do! "Good, let's get this over with!" Came a uncaring, and gruff reply. Not that I could blame the guy, this can get old and dull.

The guy beside me said several names, pleading for help. I had a feeling the gods didn't care, nor did the dadrea. I know I wouldn't over a near horse theif's soul...

I then heard the guy to my left scoff, "look at him, General Tullius the Milliary Govern." He said moving his head to watch them as we rode by. I didn't much get to see them, but I did see high elves in black outfits. "And it looks like the Thalmor a with him." So that was the Thalmor group, now I see why other high evens didn't like them. They had a air of 'im better then you' around them. Made my blood roar with a anger I had felt from time to time. Like my mouth coudl spit dragon fire almost from sheer hate. I met then Thamlor once, as a boy, stupid elves. "Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this!".

Then teh man face soften, as he looked around with his eyes, "ah, this is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here." I chuckled under my breath, always recall the fonder ones when near death. "Wonder is Vilod is still making mead from Juniper Berries Mixed in." Now that sounded like something I could drink, sweet yet warm. Great now he has me craving before death. Real nice!

He gave a short laugh and a scoff, "funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to made me feel so safe..." He trailed off at this, as I coudl tell he wa sin deep thought, as were the others. I heard a boy ask some questions, and the father got him inside, much to his disappointment, at least he wa lucky to have a dad who cared.

I gazed up to see the other carries coming to a stop, I sighed softly. Well, he supposed he did complete his one goal, get out of his stupid home town and live on his own. I heard commands from another person I coudl see behind the guy to my left. I didn't pay attention to them, more so the mountains and cold air that hit my face. Somehow, that made me feel less scared.

"why are we stopping?" Why do you think? I thought bitterly as the carriage stopped, and the guy what I thought to the guy. He looked at me with a dry smile.

"Let's go, best not keep the Gods waiting." I gave a dry smile also as I nodded and got up. The theif begged that they weren't Rebels, I was quiet and agreed that eh guy should face his death with courage. He still begged as they said step to the block if their name was called. I heard the guy beside me said something about how the empire loved their lists. I would have laughed, but I bit my tongue to not make a scene.

"Ulfric Stormclock, Jarl of Windhelm" I heard the guy beside me say something, but I didn't listen as my mind was else where.

"Ralof of Riverwood." The guy beside me walked to block with his back upright. I nodded a bit to him, as he theif was next, he pledged again then took of running. I didn't watch, as I knew it was a fools mission to run, with armor he was dead. I heard his dying cries, and steeled myself as the man in light brown and red armor called me up.

"who are you?" He asked me, I blinked slowly. I was a dark elf, save for how my eyes were as black as ebony, you couldn't even see the pupil; my hair stuff up and looked wind blown; my eyes narrowed down, but more rounded to the enter then narrowed a bit to my temple I was almost a ashy black color, under my eyes was blacke then my skin and I only had a little facial hair under my chin and bit near my neck on my jaw line. I was thin framed, but had a good swimmers build with a little muscle, I can still hold a good two handed weapon like the best of them, but was a little slower at the swing. My hair was as black as ebony, if not blacker.

"I'm Justin." I told him, my mother named me, thinking that I could be greater then wha thy father thought, she truly loved me, too bad she only lived to my 6th birthday. My dad was a dark elf, my mom was a mix of dark and wood elf blood, but she looked more dark elf. At least I hoped she was happy I got out and saw some things in my short life. The guy wrote down my name.

"another refugee...Gods really have abandon your people dark elf." I'll just let him think what he thinks. Not that I cared too much, I was just someone looking for a life somewhere away from a farm. He looked at the captain, a frown hiding behind his eyes.

"Captian, the should we do? He's not on the list." The captain gave a casual gesture, "forget the list, he goes to the block." I glared a bit, seems both sides were idiots. She just wanted this to be over with, but it suppose I'd say the same her her boots. Death can get a bit dull after a while, no matter if it's Rebels or not.

"by your orders, captain." He sighed, and looked at me, "I'm sorry," I shrugged, not like he could say anything about it. "We'll make sure your remains are returned to Morrwind." I nodded slowly, grateful at least someone had some niceness about them. That was rare in military men.

"follow the captain, prisoner." i waited for her to get a few paces ahead, before turning on my heel and followed calmly. I stood beside Ralof, and didn't pay attention to another general gloat, typical, just get this over with! Gloating can be for after the guy is dead. This was just like waiting for an escape, not that I didn't think I didn't want one. But anything is better then listening to a egotistical man give a speech. Murder is different, if he walked up and killed like that, then he would a scar to show for it. I didn't see a thing, were the guards lazy? Unless he challenged the guy, that would explain why the guards didn't hurt him. How coudl they restore peace, if the Thalmor have the reigns? I sighed a bit, then blinked I heard a distant roar. That didn't sound like a animal I knew...

"what was that?" someone asked, I wanted to know also. I had a bad feeling in my gut, another side of my mind seemed to be in a bit of depression and...fear. Strange.

"it's nothing, carry on!" Said Tullius, I shrugged a bit to myself, hoping it was nothing that was going to kill me. Or anyone else, but something told me I was dead wrong.

"give them their last rights." Said the women, didn't catch what she said at first. Didn't care. And I didn't care for a priestess saying some crap about Ather...something, and blessing of the...eight, I thought there were nine? I don't want to know, but I have a feeling I'll find out. Fate hates me at times! If you don't believe me, look at where I am!

"For the love of talks, shut up and let's get this over with!" I snickered at that, finally someone gets what I mean!

"as out wish." The bewildered priestess said, I watched as he was forced down by the generals boots, he said his last words and his head fell into the basket. His body rudely kicked to the side, I hate people like that. I hope they get showed this when their death comes. Some gasped a bit, as another yelled 'Imperial Bastards'. I agreed a little with this statement, Someoen wasn't loved enough, I know I wasn't, so when Someoen calls me that I know I am one, and I'll happily admit it to!

"As fearless in death, as he was in life." I guess that was the only way to go in this land. I sighed again under my breath, why I felt eyes burn on me. I looked dead into the eyes of the general.

"Next, the dark elf!" I strain myself, then heard that roar again, it was closer. I looked I around a bit. Something told me to look to the sky.

"There it is again, did you hear that?" The guy from before asked, the general scowled.

"I said, next prisoner!" Can Someoen people but a cork in that hole, at least I don't boast about my voice to everyone. I have a feeling it would have gotten me sacked a few times, I learned no one cares about your opinion, most is it is very scaractic and smart alcely said. I learned that the hard way, dang that wood elf had a punch...

"To the block prisoner...nice and easy." I shrugged, no where else to go, so I walked forward, giving the general a good cold glare. She possible shivered, malt do when they see my eyes were that black. I was fore fully shoved down, grunting a bit as she used more force, possible because I glared, whatever, death was coming. I gazed up at the white eye of the headsmen, who had been staring at the body and blood. That now suck to my neck and chin hair. He raised the axe, as the roar was now to my rightish top, and this black dragon landed on the tower. Its landing made me see a blur of everything. Everyone yelled something before it landed, I couldn't understand it, only that this was a strong creature.

and its precense made my blood and soul soar with fear and amazement. I heard Someoen scream, 'Dragon!' It yelled ancing, as dark clouds gathered and it rained fire. I don't remember hitting the ground, but I did feel the straw and the dragon roared again, and every eon was blurry again. I heard yelling of orders, then I heard over the nosy haze of my ears and eyes,

"hey dark elf!" It was faded, but I stood up right, as the guy from the carriage said, "get up, the Gods won't give us amateur chance!" I knew he was right, yeah, fate didn't hate me as much as I thought, ow, things in sarcastically hurts a bit now, I'll just shut up that for s while until this headache goes away. I heard him say into the keep, and I nodded running and dodging the flaming rocks into the stony tower. Hoping that I wasn't leading myself into the death trap.

I know, original, but this is different I promise.

Auldin is a girl in this, I read 'You will be mine, Dovahkin.' And yeah, pairing ahoy!

Anywho, who should just follow, be wary that who he follows into the tower will determine who's side you want hi to be on.

So Stormcloaks or Imperials.

Read and Review! Give me tips, is Justin. Good character so far?