Surviving and Alone

By, Dohvakiin

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Snowfel.

First Fanfic, please review and let me know if I should continue it.

I accept constructive criticism, no flames please.

Chapter 1

The fog over Snowfel began to fade, and slowly her senses returned, the strong scent of pine assailed her nose, rotting wood beneath her body, she was on a cart of sorts, its rocking motion allowed no rest.

She could hear male voices above her head; she kept still hoping to hear something that could help her figure what happened, she couldn't remember anything. But somehow one of men saw her twitch to consciousness.

"Hey you, you're finally awake." His grating voice floated over her head, and she knew she had to respond.

With effort Snowfel pulled herself together into a seated position, opening her eyes and swept her gaze quickly across her new surroundings.

A bleak grey landscape greeted her, tall pine trees as far as she could see, great boulders lined the road, fog lay heavy over anything, Skyrim, the word appeared in her mind without call, this was Skyrim.

Snowfel refocused her gaze; she sat in a cart with three others, all men, all Nords, at another time she would've felt horribly out-of-place, being Mer, but their current situation she felt was dire and cast aside any racial differences.

Turning to look forward she saw it was an Imperial soldier guided the jaded horse along the cobblestone road, ahead she saw a similar cart, so it's more than just us she thought, sure enough, behind them another cart followed.

Finally satisfied she turned her attention to the speaker, a big Nord with rusty blonde hair surrounding a haggard face with eyes full of fire, he spoke again in that rough voice she had difficulty understanding.

"You were trying to cross the border right, walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there."

Snowfel turned the look and the second man; he was decidedly smaller with stringy dark hair something about his face she didn't like. He spoke, his voice gruff and full of accusation

"Damn you Stormcloaks," He spat. "Skyrim was fine until you came along; the Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." He said to the blonde Nord.

Stormcloaks? What have I got myself into? Snowfel thought to herself.

He spoke again, addressing her now. "You there, you and me we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

Snowfel remained silent, she wasn't sure what the Stormcloaks or the Empire was but she could tell it wasn't something she wanted to get into, all she knew was that her hands were bound and wherever they were going wasn't a good place.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The blonde man pointed out.

Snowfel had to agree with him on that one, and was about to ask him where they were headed, with hopes that he knew something of what was happening, when the Imperial soldier, tired of the prisoners talk, yelled at them to shut up.

The silence didn't last long, the thief spoke this time, gesturing with bound hands to the third man.

"What's wrong with him?"

Snowfel turned to look at third man who had been silent thus far, she could see why now he was gagged, several times over, he was big like the first Nord, but there was something regal in his build, his chestnut hair combed away from a high forehead, green eyes below elegantly raised eyebrows, he was handsome.

Their gazes met, and she flinched, there was power behind his eyes, his gaze seemed to pierce right into her, what passed between them she didn't know, but she was so lost in his emerald eyes that she almost didn't hear when the blonde Nord answered the thief, righteous anger in his voice.

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king." The blonde man spat in anger.

Ulfric Stormcloak?!