This story is to cover the plot of Skyrim, Dawnguard, and the new upcoming expansion Dragonborn. Skyrim and Dragonborn will mostly follow from the point of view of the sister who is the Dragonborn, with Dawnguard will follow the point of view of the other sister. There will probably be the occasional switch between the sisters, but for the most part I'll be following only one of the sisters depending on where I am in the story.

Warnings: Violence, possible smut, language (not much though), leaving it M just to be safe.

Disclaimer: Well I own a copy of the game, but the two OC's are mine!

Carts…

Carts on a stone and dirt road…

And horses…

That was what Saidra heard as she slowly regained consciousness, just barely aware of the movement indicating that she was sitting in a cart. The next thing she noticed as she regained awareness was that her hands were bound and that she was looking at the back of an Imperial soldier.

"Hey, you! You're finally awake."

Her head snapped towards the owner of the voice, and handsome Nord with blond hair wearing the colors of the Stormcloaks.

"Your sister was going to kill herself with worry if you didn't wake up when you did," the man said while indicating his head to the left of where he was sitting. Saidra let her eyes drift over to the Nord woman to his right, and found her sister, Soraya, looking at her, worry etching her face.

The two 23 year old women were twins and were nearly identical. While both of them were tall like all Nords, they were small boned, thin, and they didn't have much in terms of muscle. They both had dark brown hair, though while Soraya had hers going a couple of inches past her shoulders and braided, Sidra's just went to her chin. The one thing that truly set them apart was their eyes: Soraya had brilliant blue eyes while Saidra's was a pale green.

They also had polar opposite personalities: Saidra tended to be impulsive and rush into things while Soraya would take the more logical approach and plan things out.

"You were trying to cross the border, right?" Saidra looked back at the Nord again when he started speaking up again. "Walked right into an Imperial ambush, same as us."

Soraya was looking at the man sitting across from her. He had brownish hair and unlike the Nord sitting next to her, he was more elegantly dressed. He was also gagged.

"Is he…who I think he is?" Soraya asked the blond Nord. She was really hoping that she was wrong about this, otherwise she and her sister might be seeing Sovenguard a lot sooner than they would like.

"He is Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim."

Soraya shared a look with her sister as she put the pieces together: caught by Imperials, sitting with Jarl Ulfric.

They were going to be executed with the rebels.

The cart stopped and the two sisters found themselves at Helgen, and they found a headsman waiting along with a group of Imperial soldiers.

There was an Imperial soldier with a list calling out names with an Imperial Captain standing next to him.

As the names were read off the list, the group of Stormcloaks dwindled as the moved over to where the headsman was waiting, eventually leaving the twins as the only ones left.

"Wait, you two, come forward," the one with the list said when he took notice of them.

Soraya calmly moved forward – trying to hid the fear she felt – with her sister following right behind her.

"Who are you two?"

"My name is Soraya, and this is my sister Saidra."

"You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman," the man said with a pained expression, before turning to the captain, asking her what to do with the two of them.

Saidra wasn't paying much attention to the conversation between the two Imperials, and she hardly reacted when the Captain said to execute them as well. She tuned out the speech the General gave; ignored the priest as she gave the rights; didn't so much as blink when that first Stormcloak soldier got his head cut off. Saidra knew that something bad was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be her and her sister's execution. No, something big was about to happen, but she didn't know what.

"Next the Nord in the rags!" the captain shouted, pointing at Saidra.

"NO!"

Saidra didn't need to look to see who shouted. That would have been Soraya, her ever protective older-by-two-minutes-so-stop-being-overprotective sister. The captain glared at her for the outburst before turning her attention back to Saidra.

At that point a roar cut through the air.

"What was that?" one of the soldiers asked. Yes, what was that?

"I said next prisoner!" the Captain said again sternly, ignoring the question.

"To the block prisoner. Nice and easy."

Heart in stomach Saidra did as she was told, trying to cut out the sounds of her sister's protests. As she was roughly shoved onto the block and saw the headsman get into position, she prayed to the Divines that her sister would somehow get out of that alive.

As soon as that prayer left her head, another roar cut through the air, closer than last time, and was accompanied with the image of a fearsome looking dragon.

Well here is chapter one. Kind of short, but I promise to make the other chapters longer. Please review at tell me what you think. Is it good? Bad? Also I'm interested in getting a beta, so send me a message if interested

Oh and no flames! Flamers will be fed to Alduin.