Dear readers, This is my first time making a fanfic, so thanks a lot for reading. I hope you like it. (The beginning doesn't have exact quotes, I like to mess with characters a bit, especially personalities)
Although I hope you all know this, I DO NOT OWN SKYRIM. Bethesda does… Anywai!
Jha'kzar woke up to the sound of hooves smacking into the ground and wheels turning. He had a terrible headache, and put his hands to his head. He realized they were tied together at the wrists. His vision cleared, and he saw a man with blonde hair sitting across from him. "So, how's it going?" Jhak asked the man. "Shut up, cat." The man said, staring off into the woods. "Sorry, didn't know you Nords were so unfriendly. This one expected a little hospitality from a big guy like you." Jhak said, with what could have been considered a grin, for a cat.
The man looked up and Jhak saw the anger in his eyes. "Skyrim is in the middle of a civil war. We don't need furries like you running around messing everything up. We rebels don't care who you are, if you're not a Stormcloak, get out of our way." He said angrily, looking over at the man to the right of me. He had a piece of leather stuffed in his mouth so he couldn't talk. "What happened to him?" Jhak asked. "He is Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim!" The man said with some pride. "He doesn't look the part." Jhak said. The one across from Ulfric, apparently a horse thief from the conversation he and the blond man were having, looked as if he was starving. "What's your name?" The blond man asked Jhak. From previous experience, people who weren't from Eleswyr couldn't pronounce Khajiit names very well. "Jha'kzar. Call this one Jhak if it is easier. Do you have a name?" He asked. "Do you have to be so damn happy all the time, cat? And yes, my name is Ralof."
The wagon arrived through the gates of Helgen. Ralof thought he saw a flash of nervousness in the cat as he walked up to the woman leading people to the block. "Name?" A man asked. Jha'kzar, still staring at the woman, mumbled "Sure. Jha'kzar." The woman turned and looked at him. "Jhak!" She yelped, surprise in her eyes, before reverting back to business, eyes now boiling with anger. The young man looking at the list said "Legate, he's not on the list, what do we do?" "Send him to the block, now." She said, her voice darkened with anger. "Rikke, this- I'm sorry about that night. Jha'kzar went out of control." Jhak said, his voice sounding sad. "That was no accident, you almost killed my brother when he walked into the room!" She said. "Yes, because he accused this one of trying to do something to you. We were just friends, it was harmless." Jhak said, hurt. "No matter, to the damn block, now." She ordered. "Next!" Jhak heard as he walked away. The executioner was swinging his axe down on the first man as Jhak walked up. "Next, the cat." A commander said when the head fell away into the box.
Jhak laid down, wondering why this had to happen to him. A distant screeching sounded in his ears, and one of the officers looked up. "What the hell was that!" The man said. The executioner raised up his axe, higher and higher. A huge screeching noise that seemed right next to him, and fire cut straight through the executioner. Jhak gasped when he saw it… A dragon! Immediately, he put his skills to use, and rolled off the block, slicing the binds off his hand with the axe. He grabbed a dagger out of the man's pocket, and ran towards the Legate. "Rikke! He yelled. She glanced at him, just as the wave of fire shot straight towards her. The roof behind her collapsed, sending stone falling in front of her, blocking the fire. Jhak ran straight at her, and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her into a tower. Ralof, Ulfric, and other men stood around a few injured soldiers. Ralof looked at Jhak. "Up the stairs, you can jump down into the inn from there." Jhak ran up, supporting Rikke with his shoulder. He saw the collapsed wall, and jumped through.
They rolled onto the hay on the top floor of the inn, and Jhak nimbly jumped back up. Running through the street, the dragon was devouring civilians in his fire or just eating them alive. Jhak heard Ralof right behind them, but when he turned around, Ralof was being dragged into the sky by the dragon and then released above the trees, falling a dangerous distance. An imperial who said he was Hadvar ran up to the pair and said "Legate, Prisoner, this way. You can arm yourselves!"
About an hour later, Jhak, Rikke, and Hadvar emerged from the caves mostly unscathed, but Jhak sporting a nasty bite from one of the spiders. Fully armed, they had taken down most of the enemies in the caves without a problem. But Jhak was terribly afraid of spiders, so he cowered in front of them while the Legate and Hadvar fought them off. Hadvar told them that his uncle Alvor was the smith in Riverwood, a small town down the mountain. The three made their way to the town, Jhak going only because he said he needed new armor. They arrived shortly after fighting a small pack of wolves. Alvor was helpful and listened to the story of the dragon, although he didn't seem to believe it. Jhak walked into his house, after being told by every member of the family at least twice not to take anything valuable, and saw a stack of books about Skyrim. One of the names caught his eye, "The Dark Brotherhood." He picked it up, and opened it. After reading, he walked outside and told the others that he was sorry, but he needed to leave the next day. Rikke looked as if she didn't care, but Alvor said, "We really need help here, if the dragons are back. Could you please talk to the Jarl of Whiterun about sending some troops?" He looked hopeful. "Yes, I will" He lied. The only thought on his mind, the stories were true. From what he had read, they were probably in a highly forested area. Falkreath. They had a black door which was secluded probably under a hill. Definitely Falkreath, from the look of the map. Very hilly and easy to hide something in the dense forest.
Chapter 1 done! I hope you liked it!