Running fast and quick, Farryn charged her way through the forest. Dodging arrows and wild swings from Imperial swords, the woman ran past the various warriors that surrounded her hoping to escape from the ambush that she walked into. Farryn cursed her misfortune. Of all days to get caught in an altercation between the two armies of the civil war that currently plagued Skyrim, it was the day that she decided to return to her home country.
"Die, Stormcloaks!" cried an Imperial soldier. Now Farryn did not have a problem with the Empire, but she could not help but hate the Imperial army right now. She was just on her way to Windhelm, her birthplace, to rest up and then head over to the College of Winterhold to further her skills in magic. She had no part in this war and personally she didn't think much of it. Although she could understand where both parties were coming from, Farryn was not a woman of violence. She could kill a person without hesitation if the situation demanded it from her, but if it did not then she would leave the person unconscious.
Farryn could not understand why the Imperials were attacking her. She did not even look like a Stormcloak! Clad in apprentice mage robes with black boots and a hood, Farryn looked like an average mage. There was nothing on her person that could distinguish her as a Stormcloak and this fact made the mage realize how utterly stupid and incompetent the Imperial army was. Greatest army in all of Tamriel, my Nordic butt! If she was not currently running for her life and was a safe distance away from the battle, Farryn would be waving her fist in the air and shaking her head in disapproval.
Men and women were dying around her and the sound of their pain filled screams chilled her. This was not a good time to come back home, Farryn thought as she jumped over scattered swords and battle axes. She could see the forest trees leveling out and knew she was almost at the end. This filled her with such relief that she did not see or notice the fast paced footsteps that were rapidly coming upon her. It was too late for her to avoid being tackled to the ground and having her hands bound behind her. The last thought Farryn had before she was knocked unconscious was that the Divines must be out to get her.
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