"500 hundred gold?! Are you serious?! The skooma here is 25 gold at the most! You've got to be shitting me!", Shrydon was red as a strawberry as looked at her in shock.
"Well this isn't the watered down crap they sell in Skyrim, now is it? You got the gold or not?", Amacra flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Shrydon sagged his shoulders.
"Yes, I still feel like I'm getting ripped off though", he handed her a heavy coin purse.
She tucked it in her blouse with a smile on her face.
" Yes of course you do. Now here you go and feel free to send a courier if you run out assuming of course you don't over-", Amacra turned towards the sound of heavy metal.
"Hey you there! Don't I know you?", a guard shouted as his pace increased toward the duo.
Amacra bolted past Shrydon before he could stuff the skooma in his pants and start running himself.
She ran across the border of Skyrim without a second thought and didn't look back.
She could not get caught!
Her family may have many connections but every single city guard was not one of them.
She'd been running non stop through the forest until she finally realized the guards weren't chasing her anymore.
She started walking so she could catch her breath.
In the distance she heard shouting and clashing of swords and decided she did not want to be caught in the middle of that. She began walking back towards Cyrodiil hopefully where the guards weren't waiting for her.
"Stop there!"
Amacra turned to see heavily armored high elves approaching her fast and hostile. She didn't wait to see what they wanted to talk about before started running again. She didn't get far before she was struck with a bolt of lightning.
The pain was imaginable and she fell face first towards the ground. She was convulsing uncontrollably and it wasn't long before she lost consciousness.
"Grab the little bitch and throw her with the others! She was probably meeting them at the border as an informant to those damn Stormcloaks!", a Thalmor ordered.
Amacra's, "interrogation", was anything but an actually interrogation, they accused her of aiding the Stormcloaks, and began their torture soon after without a second thought.
Why was this happening to her? She didn't know the Stormcloaks! Over and over she told them that fact but they wouldn't listen.
She promised herself that when she got out of here she would make these Thalmor pay until they begged her to stop.
The Thalmor had no idea who they were messing with.
However because of her profession Amacra was no stranger to torture as long as she remained strong she would prevail and with her thoughts of revenge the would never succeed in breaking her.
There were definitely going on her hit list.
When she awoke she was groggy and her head was spinning she was sure she'd vomit soon. Her eyesight was blurry but when it cleared she recognized the man in front of her as another prisoner of the Thalmor just like her.
"Hey your finally awake", she heard and the vomitting began.
If she could forget all that transpired while she was interrogated she would in a heartbeat. Like the horse thief said she didn't belong here! She wasn't even from here! It was obvious looking at her that she held no ties to Skyrim she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time but those damn Thalmor didn't care they'd make any excuse if it meant they could do as they pleased to whomever they pleased the bastards!
They arrived at the end of the line and it was there she witnessed the countless deaths of an entire town and a dragon so ferocious it haunted heeven while she trying to escape. she couldn't get his eyes out of her head she was sure he had looked right at her. However she had to be strong if she was going to make it out alive with Hadvar.
The trip to Riverwood was bleak, although Amacra made it out alive physically, mentally she was a mess.
Amacra had never killed before.
Now she had killed countless people. She didn't know if she could handle it. Yes, she tortured or watched and sometimes deals went bad but never to the point where she had to kill anyone.
During the walk Hadvar attempted to persuade her to join the Legion but those bastards almost got her killed and she would never forget that cunt who disregarded the execution list, never.
But she wasn't a fan of the Stormcloaks either. They started a war because Talos was banned? Did she hear that right? The Empire screwed the Nords over with the signing of the White-Concordat but was it really that serious?
Couldn't they be like the worshipers of Dibella? Worshipping in secret in fear of being discovered.
Talos to her was like any other God; heartless, useless, unreliable and just a complete waste of to worship.
They made it to Riverwood without her even realizing it.
Amacra left Alvor's house with a weak smile but an hour after she began her trip to Whiterun she was kneeling on the ground with her hands in her face crying, talking to her self, and trembling terribly. It was uncontrollable and unattractive.
She wasn't a soldier!
She couldn't handle this!
She'd never forget the people she seen tortured, the burning of flesh, the screaming, the screaming had been the worst, and the killing she'd done.
That was the least of her worries though dragons were back and they seemed to have a vendetta against Skyrim.
She had to get out of here!
Back to the Imperial City with her parents, her lavish jewelry, her borderline extorted skooma deals that basically ripped off everyone, she had to get back home.
Amacra decided then and there that the Nords could go screw themselves in the ass!
Fuck Talos!
She wasnt't a courier.
She wasn't a soldier of any sort either.
She was drug dealer.
She was going back to the Imperial City.
She was going home.
Author's Note: Hello! I hope you enjoyed it. It seems a bit rushed i know but I just wanted to get through the Helgen experience as soon as possible. I haven't decided whether she will join the Stormcloaks or the Legion but it'll definitely be awhile until she has to make up her mind. Any thoughts?
Disclaimer: I don't own Elder Scrolls and won't be making any profit off this story.