Chapter 1

"Was that really a dragon? Bringers of the end time?" said Hadvar as he turned around to face the prisoner who had followed his lead into the keep. Rowley just nodded. Rowley was a long haired brunnete who looked nordic but was a little shorter and less bulky than your typical Nord. His hair was shoulder length and had brown eyes that were darting accross the room trying to make out what just happened.

"Come here, let me see if I can get those bindings off"
"Thank the…eight, I was beginning to think you were just gonna hold me prisoner…" said Rowley as Hadvar cut his binds with his iron dagger.
"Well, I considered it but you weren't on the list so I don't believe you to be a traitor"
"Don't you think you ought to've said that earlier?" Rowley said eying Hadvar questioningly.
"You've obviously never been in the legion, if I had said anything of the sort, I would have been next up at the chopping block…" Hadvar said with a slight chuckle.
"Fair enough" said Rowley.
"But none of that matters we need to keep moving before that dragon decides to destroy the keep, check some of the chests around here, there should be some weapons and armor in them" said the imperial soldier, sitting down on one of the beds. Rowley immediately ran to each chest looking for something to defend himself with. He found some old imperial light armor and boots. He slipped them on as fast as he could while Hadvar sat on one of the nearby beds trying to collect his thoughts and process what had just happened. Rowley ran up to Hadvar and nodded, indicating that he was ready.
"Right then" Hadvar said tossing Rowley an iron sword. "I have a feeling you'll be needing this, let's go" Rowley sheathed it and the two ran the doorway.

"I hear voices up ahead" said Rowley.

"Could be stormcloaks, let's see if we can reason with them." Hadvar said walking in a more cautious stance.

"You hear that?" said one of the stormcloak soldiers as the gate holding them in the room started to open.

"IMPERIALS!" screamed one of the stormcloaks as he lifted iron warhammer sitting beside him.

"Imperials?" thought Rowley as he looked at his armor that he had just gotten. "Well…shit…" Rowley said out loud realizing that these people would not listen to reason. The first man went for Hadvar swinging his warhammer like a mad man obviously having little or no experience with the massive weapon. His screaming however caught Hadvar off guard as the madman swung and hit Hadvar's left forearm, knocking him back a little. Rowley took this time to draw his sword and quickly jump behind the attacker and shove his sword into the stormcloak's back, piercing through his chest. He let out a sickening gurgle as blood oozed out of his mouth and he fell to the ground.
The second stormcloak appeared scared but drew her war axe anyway, charging toward Rowley. She swung at his side trying her best to avenge her friend's killer. He easily deflected the poor attack and threw her into the wall violently. He could tell that he had at least broken a rib or two. She stood up slowely and tried to attack, again failing miserably. Rowley dodged the attack and turned to face his wounded opponent.

"Damn you" said the woman as she tried to catch her breath.

Rowley smirked, "You fought bravely but I'm afraid Sovngarde awaits you. I promise you won't feel a thing."

"To oblivion with you!" yelled the injured soldier as she charged him. Rowley stepped forward and punched her in the nose with his free hand, stunning her long enough for him to swing and decapitate the woman. Her now lifeless body falling to it's knees and collapsing to the floor. Hadvar was in shock at witnessing the skill of what he thought to be a mere commoner who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Are you sure you weren't in the legion?" Hadvar said holding onto his injured arm.
Rowley simply chuckled and motioned him to follow. "Let's keep moving."

The rest of the way was more or less uneventful except for a few stormcloaks that were equally as bad in combat as the first two the duo had come across. Hadvar was still feeling the effects of his arm being struck by stormcloaks warhammer but he was composed enough to help in the fighting this time around. Rowley pulled his sword out of latest opponent's chest.
"I hope we're almost out of here, I'm beginning to get bored, these guys won't even put up a decent fight." He said cleaning his blade with one of the stormcloak's cloths.
"So…what's your story? I've seen my finest fellow soldiers fall in single combat with these rebels, yet… even outnumbered you don't even seem to flinch." Said Hadvar as he tried to catch his breath.
"Maybe I'll tell you when we get out of…" Rowley said as he noticed several large spiders make their way down from the roof. "What in Kynarath's name is that?!" Yelled Rowley as he drew his sword.
"Frostbite spiders, very deadly. Watch out for the venom they spit, it can blind and kill you if you you're not careful." Hadvar said quietly to avoid being the sole target of the spiders that just landed on the ground.
Rowley charged them hoping to end the fight as soon as possible to avoid being poisoned. His past experiences reminding him all too well how bad a poisoning could be. As if the spider could read his mind, it spit it's toxins toward the warrior, hoping to slow down its advancing prey. He dodged it and ran his sword along the spider's side cutting off the limbs of its left side. Turning back around Rowley noticed the spider was squirming around trying to figure out where its legs had gone. He walked up to it and stabbed it in the head killing it instantly. He then turned to see Hadvar doing the same to the other spider that had targeted him. Rowley grinned and turned around to see a spider leap towards him, pinning him to the ground.

Rowley dropped his sword and cursed his stupidity. "Never turn your back to an enemy." He whispered to himself trying to keep the beast's fangs from puncturing his thin armor. "Could use a little help here!" He yelled. Not two seconds later the spider squealed in agony and died falling on top of Rowley. "Thanks." He said sarcastically.
"Any time friend" joked Hadvar. Rowley pushed the now lifeless body of the spider off of him and retrieved his sword. "Alright let's go" he said finally feeling the effects of constant battle.

10 minutes later they felt a breeze and rushed to where it seemed to come from. They finally found the exit "Thank Tal…" Hadvar said catching himself quickly. "I mean the eight."
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Rowley said laughing. The two headed toward exit relieved that they finally made it through that maze of a cave.

*Ok, this is my first fan fic so I hope it turns out alright. I promise the next couple chapters get better and funnier so I urge you to hang in there with me. I welcome all criticism and advice. The first chapter seemed short to me but I didn't want the story to start on the way to Helgen since most stories start there and I wanted to end at the end of the cave so...yeah. Also everyone always follows Ralof so I went with Hadvar.