Title: Eld

Summary: Dropped into Skyrim probably by some cosmic deity to be the dragonborn, while knowing next to nothing about fighting except for what I've read about, and I'm supposed to defeat Alduin, yeah right. Just one question, why did I have to be turned into a girl?

Warning: Swearing, violence, war and other m rated warnings.

Chapter 1

Alea iacta est

The die is cast

- Gaius Julius Caesar

Click Clack Click Clack

Did I fall asleep to the sound of the intro?

I felt like my seat was rocking, maybe a screw came lose or one of the cats is trying a balancing act on my gaming chair head rest again. Still waking up I yawn, moving my arms to stretch for a second but for some reason I can't move my hands apart.

That's odd.

Looking down I find the problem or should I say problems. One, my hands are tied together with rope, two, my t-shirt and pjs have been changed out for some kind of ragged clothes and thirdly, there are two lumps protruding from my chest. Que the panic.

My breathing becomes heavy, quickly speeding up, I can feel my chest start to hurt. I look around rapidly trying to find out where I am, one, two, three, four people around me, I'm in a carriage pulled by a horse. There's a forest I can escape into, just have to wait for the right...

"Hey, you," the man across from me sayings, making me jump in my seat. "You're finally awake. You where trying to cross the border right, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

No, no, no, this can't be happening, this is just a very vivid dream and soon I'll just wake up from it, like I always do...why am I not waking up? Maybe, I'm ah, hallucinating that's it, maybe some really bad food poisoning or something, and now my brains just mixing up the Skyrim intro with a day dream or something, yeah, that's it.

But what about if this is Skyrim? What am I going to do?

Someone's hand touched my knee, making me jump.

"Whoa, there," the man, no, Ralof said putting his hands in the air. "Come on, can't keep the gods waiting."

I can see that one of the soldiers near the cart is watching with a hand on his sword, almost as if he is going to pull me off the cart.

I shakenly get up from my seat and carefully got down from the cart, the straw sandals that I have on, do nothing to protect my feet from the ground.

"Step towards the block when we call your name," the imperial captain said. "One at a time."

"Empire loves their damn list," Ralof said.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm," Hadvar said.

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric," Ralof said as Ulfric walked away to join the group of people surrounding the chopping...

Fuck

"Ralof of Riverwood," who silently walked to join the others. "Lokir of Rorikstead."

"No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" he said before running off.

"Halt!" the imperial captain commands.

"You're not going to kill me!"

"Archers!" the imperial captain shouts, the archer's arrows impacted Lokir's body, protruding from his back as he fell to the ground. "Anyone else feel like running?"

"Wait, you there," Hadvar said looking in my direction. "Step forward," about three steps and I was in front of him. "Who are you?"

Like hell I'm giving them my name, its far too dangerous if there are other people like me. "Brynhildr Lothbrok,"

"You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman,"

Really, a Nord? I mean sure my mom sometimes gets mistaken for having Scandinavian in her but I'm a Canadian with a mostly Irish, Scottish, bit of english, and a tad bit of Native American background. Maybe it's just because I'm 6'1.

"Captain, what should we do?" Hadvar asks her. "She's not on the list."

She?

"Forget the list," the captain orders. "She goes to the block."

Well fuck you too.

"By your orders, Captain," Hadvar said to her, then turning to me to say. "Follow the captain, prisoner."

I started to follow the captain to join the rest of the group, waiting in the circle around the execution block...Oh God, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? There's no script to magically protect me and there is no infinite restarts if I die.

I can hear Alduin's roar over the sound of general Tulius rant.

Even if I do magically survive this, how can I fight through the soldiers when I barely even know how to fight with any kind of weapons besides swinging it around and it's been years since I last used a bow and arrow on a target. I'm so screwed.

A Stormcloak soldier marched forward to the execution block, ranting about wanting to get this over with and something about ancestors before the axe was brought down on his neck. I could see the blood that spilled from his neck, oh God, its so different seeing it with my own eyes.

Suddenly someone pushed me from behind, causing me to fall to the ground, I could hear the person behind me shout. "The captain said move!"

I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "Please, I haven't done anything wrong," I pleaded with them. "The last thing I remember..."

"Shut up!" the soldier commanded as he approached me with his sword drawn. I tried to scramble back out of his reach but he easily caught up with me and dragged me onto my feet by my oddly long hair. "Come on," he said pushing me towards the block and then shoving me onto it once we got there.

Panic rose in me as the executioner started to raise the axe over his head. "No, no, nononononono..." I chanted.

RRROOOAAARRR!

"Dragon!" someone shouted, though it was quickly drowned amongst the other voices and roars.

The ground shook under the weight of Alduin's violent landing, sending the executioner stumbling to regain his balance but he was finally pushed off his feet by Alduin's shout.

I rolled a couple of times before coming to a stop, fear pushed me to get up.

"Hey, kinsman, get up!" I heard Ralof shout at me. "Come on, the gods won't give us another chance!"

I hesitated for a moment but the roars that Alduin gave pushed me to my feet and run after Ralof into the tower.

"Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing?" Ralof asks him. "Could the legends be true?"

"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric says with a surprisingly calm voice considering the situation. "We need to move, now!"

"Up through the tower, let's go," Ralof says as he bolts for the stairs. "Let's go! With me, up the tower!"

The two of us go up the tower but rubble is blocking the way, one of the Stormcloaks is trying to move some of it out of the way.

"We just need to move some of these rocks to clear the way!"

The wall bursts open, pieces of it flying everywhere, I turn my body and cover my head to protect myself as I'm pelted with the debris.

Alduin lets loose a fire shout into the tower, then flies off.

Ralof moved up to the opening that Alduin left in the tower.

"See the inn on the other side?" Ralof said pointing to the building with a hole in it's roof. "Jump through the roof and keep going! Go..."

"Are you kidding me, I'm afraid of heights!" I yelled at him.

"Well its either that or die!" Ralof yelled at me, but I just shook my head. "GO!" I felt a hand push me from behind and I go sailing towards the hole in the roof.

Years of jumping off of walls, boulders, and other high places as a kid made me bend my knees on impact but I was still off balance that I fell to my side. I put out my hands to brace myself but I fell on my left hand the wrong way as I fell pain shoot up my arm.

"Fuck!" I curse gripping my wrist. "ASSHOLE!" I shouted at Ralof but he's already gone.

The fires in the inn spreading around me coupled with the roars that Alduin made, got me back to my feet although not without the pain that came with falling from such a height. I carefully navigated the fires in the inn until I reach a opening on the second floor, this time I carefully get down.

"Hamming, you need to get over here. NOW!" I heard Hadvar yell as I excited the inn. "That a boy your doing great" a little boy rounded the debris just as Alduin landed. "Torolif!" Hadvar shouted in the same direction. "Gods everyone get back," said running for cover as Alduin shouted fire at us, who then promptly flew off, probably to spread more destruction on Helgan. "Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to keep it that way."

Yeah, fuck you.

Is what I would want to say to him but, he really is my only chance at not being shot in the back and also navigating Helgan that is so different then in game.

"Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find General Tullius and join the defense."

"Gods guide you, Hadvar," the old man called Gunnar said.

I followed Hadvar as Alduin roared over head, with each powerful flap of his wings whipping up the ambers into the air.

"Stay close to the wall!" Hadvar said.

Alduin's landing caused me to stumble and have to use the wall for support.

"Quickly, follow me," Hadvar said, then leading me through the wreckage of a collapsed and burning house. Thus forcing me to have to carefully navigate the ambers and by navigate, I mean jump as I'm practically barefooted., after that then the two of us ran over to General Tullius.

"Hadvar!" Tullius shouted over the battle. "Into the keep, soldier, we're leaving!"

"It's you and me, prisoner. Stay close."

Hadvar leads me to the entrance of what I assume is the keep, my suspicions being conformed by the arrival of Ralof with axe in hand.

"Ralof! You damn traitor, out of my way!" Hadvar shouts at him.

"We're escaping, Hadvar," Ralof tells him. "You're not going to stop us this time."

"Fine," Hadvar spat out. "I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde."

"You!" Ralof shouts at me. "Come on, into the keep."

Fuck it.

Author notes: I will try to post a new chapter every Monday and I already have a few chapters saved up just encase I get stuck or anything. My other fanfic All Seeing is currently on hiatus as I don't know if I will be continuing the story, I may just release what I had planned for the story and let someone else write it.