Prologue

Morndas, the 17th of the Last Seed, 4E201

Darkness became light as Elyse Wallace opened her eyes and stared up at the blue sky. Her brain pounded angrily against the inside of her skull as her eyes adjusted to the light of the blaring sun. When her eyes had fully adjusted to the brightness, Elyse then noticed that the sky was moving, or rather, she was moving. Quickly sitting up from against the back of whatever she was currently sitting on, she began looking around warily as she took in her surroundings.

Elyse noticed she was on a wooden cart that was being pulled along by some northern breed of horse. In the cart with her were three men who looked like they were dressed for some medieval fair, bound in the same rope that tied her own wrists together. Two of them were blonde and the other that sat across from her had dark hair like her own. She also took notice that the blonde next to her was the only one in the cart that had been bound and gagged. This confused her because no one else in the cart had been gagged. However, it was a fleeting thought due to the fact that Elyse still didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten here.

The only thing that she could remember prior to passing out was a mountain trail and the sound of a ferocious growling roar. That is where her memory went blank and then picked back up after she'd woken up a few moments ago. She looked around once more and then settled into the hard wooden seat beneath her. That's when the blonde across from her ––– not the one who'd been gagged ––– spoke up.

"Hey, you!" he spoke with some sort of Irish or Scottish accent. "You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

Elyse turned and saw that he'd motioned to the dark haired dude sitting next to him across the wagon. So he was a thief? It was apparent now that she was in the cart with criminals, and judging from the way that they were dressed they were on their way to being executed. Had she been transported back in time somehow? Or had she died and then been reborn into some alternate universe?There was no telling, but for now, Elyse knew that she had to keep her focus on trying to stay alive and avoid being executed.

Elyse's thoughts were interrupted again as the blonde spoke up once more.

"What's your name, kinsman?" He asked.

"Elyse," she answered, voice raw.

"Name's Ralof," he introduced himself. That's when the thief decided to speak his mind.

"Damn you Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there... You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

Ralof turned his head to the thief with a woeful look on his face. "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."

Skyrim. That word sounded very familiar to Elyse. Where had she heard that word from? Elyse closed her eyes and thought really hard in an attempt to remember where she'd heard the term. Suddenly her mind flashed with scenes of dragons fighting men, undead warriors, Sabre cats, great palaces, and vast tundra wilderness. Elyse opened her eyes and flashed them over to the flag that was on the wagon in front of hers. That's when she recognized the symbol woven into the fabric. It was the symbol of the imperial city of Cyrodiil. She was in Skyrim, the setting of the most recently released Elder Scrolls game. Elyse was in a video game.

What the actual fuck!?