A/N So much Skyrim. Obviously nothing except Esil and maybe a few other OCs belong to me. Loosely based on the main quest of Skyrim, barring the fact that I can't remember exact dialogue and the main character can't see.

"Next, the dark elf!" Esil wasn't sure who was talking, but she stepped forward anyway. Hands grabbed her roughly and pushed her down onto a hard wooden block. She heard someone next to her and she could smell fresh blood. There was someone who died before her, wasn't there? Was her head going to be joining his in the basket? Maybe in Sovngarde she'd be able to finally see.

Then she heard it again—a strange roar. The first time it had been far away and high up, but now it sounded closer. Too close…

"What in the name of Oblivion is that?" Someone shouted.

"Sentries! What do you see?" The same woman who commanded her execution was speaking. Then she heard a deep voice above her, the skies crashing loudly, and a booming shout as she was thrown into the ground. She laid there, confused, and wishing that she could see. Whatever was happening, it would probably look amazing.

"Get up!" A man shouted—the same one who had talked to her on the wagon. A… Stormcloak? Whatever the hell stormy cloaks meant. Ralof, was his name?

"Where's the ground?" She asked. 'What's on the ground' would probably have been more helpful, but a pair of rough hands pulled her up.

"Hold onto me, I'll get you out of here!" Came his voice again, and she was being pulled over rough and uneven ground. The ground changed to smooth stone, and a door was shut. The hand let go of her and she slowly walked forward, feeling for a wall. She ran into a man.

"Watch it!" Came a deep voice.

"Well excuse me, but I can't see!" Esil almost shouted. Footsteps, backing away from her.

"My apologies, dark elf."

"Elf, follow me, I see a way out!" The hands again, pulling her up uneven stairs. The voice was at the top, and suddenly she felt fire on her face. She fell, landing hard on the stairs, trying to get up quickly. The hands pulled her up and onto a flat part.

"There's a building about ten feet down. Most of the roof's gone. Just jump as far as you can, alright? We'll get across if we can." The voice gave her careful instructions, and helped her step onto a ledge that probably used to be a wall.

"You sure you can live with letting me try and save my ass without any help?" Esil asked.

"I'm sure you can do it. I have faith."

"I don't." Esil muttered, and leaped off of the ledge.