Disclaimer: I only have the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim but claim no rights or any of that shit to it even if Skyrim is one of the best games I have ever played!
A/N: Requested. Here it is.
Prologue
Imperials Capture the Dragon
The snow falls like stars onto the white earthen carpet. Skyrim has always been cold but this chill was more, something sends a chill down my spine unlike anything else...this is dangerous but if Lokir doesn't make it to Hammerfell it'll the block for him, unless he meets with the Stormcloaks who will greet him as brother and let him take off with the stolen horse...if Ulfric Stormcloak is in a good mood anyway.
I watch the birds flutter as Lokir speeds passed on the horse but it isn't that hard to keep up, he's never been a good horse rider even with the title of 'horse thief'. The snow makes me slip but I leap up and continue my chase stopping as he does but I don't rest, I haven't slept in the three days I've been chasing him with the training of an assassin I have learnt to watch my prey...but my brother is not my prey.
At the sound of wolves in the distance Lokir's stolen horse rears up and neighs before stomping back onto the dirt road with a thud. I turn for a second but no wolves or Sabrecats stalk me. I take off when Lokir does but his horse suddenly begins to trot and whinnies more often than usual exhausted from the long and hard ride. Lokir slides off the horse and begins to walk it.
I spot the Stormcloaks along the road, why they're travelling this way I don't know...they may be trying to convince the Jarl of Whiterun to follow them - the Jarl hasn't made up his mind yet but my bets are that he'll pick the Empire. We're almost at the border, and I can feel my need for rest creeping up on me, I need to eat and rest.
The Stormcloaks hail Lokir and suddenly the ambush is sprung. I step forward as the horse gallops off back to the stable it came from. A small army of Empire soldiers stand around the Stormcloak rebels and Lokir then there's a Nord without the Stormcloak armour, he wears rags that may mean he's an escaped prisoner. Whatever he is the Empire have him now. The Empire soldiers rope them all and walk them back down the slope.
I must bide my time, to save Lokir now would risk too much. I will have to wait until night or maybe until the Empire makes the next stop and forgets about Lokir.
My chance comes when they make a stop at an Imperial camp but that blows off when I realise they haven't stopped but have just grabbed wagons from the camp.
