This is my first Skyrim fanfic. I tried to stay as close to the story line from the game as closes I could. Also, I added a few personal touched to it to make it more of a personal story. Hope you all enjoy. :) I do not own Skyrim btw. I wish I did.
His Huntress Prologue:
Three Imperial wagons trudged through the wilderness of Skyrim. Upon each of these wagons was what the Empire considered treasons rebels, those who stood against them, and there Imperial Legion. They're known as the Stormcloaks, hero's to some and enemies to others. Of course among these rebels was a young woman, who's destiny was about to be awoken.
The young Nord woman groaned as she awoke, groaning her eyes fluttered opened facing the clear, blue sky. Pain shot through her forehead and temple, as the sun light hit her pale, blue eyes. Staring blankly at the sky trying to focus her vision, as well as trying to figure out what had happened. Sighing as her head throbbed with intense pain as she tried to raise her hands to inspect her head, only to find that her hands were bound together.
'Perfect…' she thought to herself as she ran her fingers across her face, stopping as she felt dried, crusted blood across her brow.
"So…you're finally awake…" a rich Nordic accent stated.
To be continued…