Skyrim - Borders of the Past

by Thalia-Green

Urlak is a very confused orc who just made his way into Skyrim from his home in Orsinium, his homeland in the mountains between Hammerfell and Skyrim. When he accidentally and unknowingly crosses borders into Imperial Legion territory, what happens when a troop finds him and takes him, along with the Stormcloaks who traveled behind him, to be executed? Will Urlak survive?

1. Chapter 1

Hey everyone! This is going to be the first story I put up on my account. This is related to the way Skyrim begins in game-play, I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

"Get the rope! Quickly, Hadvar, we haven't got time for this nonsense!" someone yelled. Through a hazy light, Urlak could hardly see a figure in brown leather clothing running across the rock pathway to what he decided was a horse-drawn cart, and he reached into the side of the horse. 'What in the name of Talos is going on..?' Urlak thought, but then he winced and grabbed the back of his head. A terrible pain shot through his entire body and he head a horrible headache, his head throbbing repetitively. "Hey! Hands behind your back!" the same gristly voice yelled at him, and it rattled in his head over and over again. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Your back! Your back! Your back!" The voices wouldn't stop.

Urlak let out a pained and confused grunt, and reluctantly complied, for he feared what might happen if he disobeyed. He had no idea what was going on, but he forced himself to throw his arms behind his back, where he was on his knees in the grass to the side of the road. The one who the deep aged voice had called Hadvar came running behind Urlak and before he could have any reaction, he felt rope against his dark skin on his wrists and he could not move his hands. "Unh.." he spat quietly, but his complaints were hardly audible. He suddenly felt very light-headed and a sigh came from his mouth. He collapsed onto the ground and layed on his back, staring up at the sky, but he quickly closed his eyes from the pain of such bright light shining down on him. 'What's this? The sun ain't never caused me pain before,' Urlak thought and he decided to keep his eyes shut. That is, until the grumpy voice shook him from his thoughts, spitting, "Hey, there! There is no sleeping when you are being arrested. Get up, dark-skin!" he growled.

Urlak let out another energy-deprived grunt and he slowly stumbled to his feet. He felt a hand slap his shoulder and he was being shoved towards the horse-drawn cart, and somehow, he was now sitting in the back of it. "Wha..." he tried to ask what was going on, but when he opened his mouth to speak, it was useless. The next thing he knew, he couldn't see anything but pure darkness. Blackness surrounded him, engulfing him in a very restless and useless sleep.