It was happening again. Elesmera, the beautiful elf huntress, stared around her at the carnage that had been left on the battlefield around Whiterun, her precious home. Stormcloaks and Imperials littered the ground, their bodies all covered in slash and scorch marks from the intense battle. Her friend, Rifex, a member of the Companions, had foolishly decided to try and aid in the battle, and his body was now among the many dead.
Elesmera felt the tears coming, betraying her feelings to anyone who saw, but she blinked them back fiercely, unwilling to let them fall any farther from her eyes. She remembered what her father Semeri, a Thalmor official, had told her: "This war is completely the humans' fault, but we benefit from it. Do not interfere with the fighting; let them kill each other off if they wish."
Her cruel, heartless father, the reason she had been raised in Skyrim in the first place, had expected her to sit back and watched as the Nords slaughtered each other like animals. It was awful, disgusting, cruel, but then again, it was usual for the Thalmor to do something so terrible. Elesmera's fists clenched at her sides at this thought.
Her fellow elves were acting like puppeteers, allowing and manipulating Skyrim to tear itself apart. She couldn't stand it. 'What do I do?' she asked, pleading silently for an answer. "You know what you must do," a voice in her head seemed to answer her. Elesmera nodded to herself; she'd been saving this as a last resort, just in case her father changed his ways, but now it was too late.
She knew what she must do.
Elesmera slowly crouched and slid Rifex's sword out of it's scabbard. "Sorry, old friend," she whispered. "I'll meet you one day in Sovngarde." She held fast to Nord traditions, no matter what her father said.
After she got to her feet, Elesmera turned north, her blue eyes sparking as she turned north.
Her last resort. The one thing she hadn't wanted to do, but now she had no choice.
She would fight for Skyrim's freedom the hard way.
Elesmera took off on the road north, towards Windhelm.
She was going to join the fight for freedom.
She was going to join the Stormcloaks.
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A/N: I could've done this better, but I think this is good. Yep. Just a little oneshot about the Stormcloaks, who I am a full supporter of in the Civil War of Skyrim. Hope you enjoyed this inspiration of my Dark Muse!
-Wind