Chapter 7
Here is a story that is well known and shall be well known in the countless years to come. The truth may be lost or twisted in future times when bards seek to make the story more glorious. Know then that it is the Fourth Era in the year two hundred and one, and this is the story as I remember it.
The shake of the wagon woke me up. My head was sore and so were my wrists, though the latter of were sore because they were bound with thick rope. Beside me was an Auburn haired Imperial woman whose wrists were bound in much the same fashion. Sitting across from me was a man with yellow hair that had a single braid in the front and he had the blue eyes of a Nord. He said to me His gaze turned to a man with smoothed back dark hair.
t been looking for you I would have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell.You two, we shouldns these Stormcloaks the Empire The Stormcloak cut in.
s wrong with him?t wear the same uniform that the Stormcloak wore. His apparel seemed more regal, as if he held some noble authority.
the Stormcloak shouted, re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.A Nord It reminded me of something that I had forgotten for a moment, I was in Skyrim. This death was better than the one that I would have had before, at least I was free of the Thalmor. I still grieved silently that Skyrim would stay in the sorry state that I had seen it in eleven years ago, but it would not matter soon when Sovngarde took me. The Stormcloak said it with disgust.
I said shifting around to see. Sure enough, there was a woman wearing the black robes of a Thalmor Justicar seated on a horse. Shor and Nine Divines, hear me; if I am to die, then so be it, but please donStep towards the block when your name is Stormcloak, the Jarl of has been an honor Jarl of of , I He didnAnyone else feel like running?Woman, who are you?My name is Liera Ventillius, I
t care who you are, you will go to the block.You,Who are you?I am Siglak of Whiterun, son of Lorik of name isn
She said without a moment of thought.
I asked and she just looked at me indignantly. m not a rebel, my name isnm not guilty of anything except being in the wrong place at the wrong time.Shut your mouth and go to the block going to die then I want to know the block prisoner, or I
amShut your filthy Nord mouth.t push any further; the humor that came from mocking her was short lived, and I saw no reason to delay the inevitable.
The priest began to speak but she was cut short by the first Stormcloak as he stepped up to the block. I could not help but respect his courage, even in the face of death he spat at his enemies.
Ralof said as he bowed his head in respect.
I said, Ralof smiled and gave a nod.
A Stormcloak woman shouted and was met with cries for justice and the death of Stormcloaks.
The Imperial captain ordered. I decided to mock her a bit more though, seeing as I was only moments away from death anyways, so I looked pretended that I couldnI said next the block prisoner, nice and the blade fall as it will.t matter to me anyways. Mother, Father, Veroth, Scar, ICome on,s shouting snapped me out of the trance that the dragon seemed put me in. t give us another Ulfric, was that really a dragon like in the stories and legends?Legends don He said in his deep Nord accent. The Stormcloaks nodded and began to move. I heard Ulfric say, and I stopped.
I said as I ran up the stairs. So many years my father had been dead, but he remembered who my father was. His words assured me that I had come to a good place.
As I moved up the stairs the wall gave way inward as the massive head of the dragon burst through the wall and snatched up one of the Stormcloaks. This did however leave a hole in the wall which I jumped through into the house that stood next to the towed. From here I moved down to the streets and began to run. No more than a few feet away though I was intercepted by the Nord soldier that had held the list. He called for me to follow him and so I did, I didns who was accompanied by Liera. The list holder raised his sword ready to strike.
re not stopping us this time.Fine,I hope that dragon takes you all to get those bindings off of you two.s wrists. t need it anymore.s sword. The captains blows landed where flesh was exposed. Liera mocked as her enemy lay waiting for the killing blow being too weak to stop it. With all her might Liera swung her axe and cut into the other womans sword and Liera put on her armor.
Ralof chuckled. The keep shook again as the dragon no doubt still soared around outside. s get out of here.t matter though, we were safely away from the dragon. I lived to fight on; it seemed the Gods did favor me after all.