Chapter 1 The Hell Did I Do?
{obviously Skyrim does not belong to me and Andexa is a fan character of mine who is somewhat of a bitch and...well you will get most of her personality when you read this. Please comment only nice things about it since this is my first fan fiction ever and hope to write more in the future maybe. The italic and bolded words are for flashbacks, this might not be used too often, but just to let you know and only the italic is her thoughts which she would have ALOT of. Enjoy and hope you like it.}
{I edited it to give more detail on the flashback since I know many would say how it's not a flashback or a very poor flashback, so that's fixed to give more information and a few minor changes were made.}
Somehow I woke up in a carriage with three guys. I have no fucking idea how the hell I got there, but before I could say anything one of the guys looked at me and said, "Hey you, your finally awake." I gave him an annoyed look which he ignored and continued, "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."
Just then I had a quick flashback of the incident. I was just hunting for some Elk in the woods and everything was nice and peaceful. I was happily enjoying the beauty of nature when I noticed the Elk not too far off. I had a beautiful handcrafted elven bow. The way it was crafted was much darker than the normal, typical elven bows. Mine was crafted with the power to absorb the blood of the fallen, either it be human or creature, to become stronger and more powerful. I called him Xenoton and before I was able to shoot it I was ambushed by those damned Imperials, losing him during the capture. I lost my train of thought when the thief he was talking about started to speak, "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy." That's the fucking problem, I thought, being too MOTHERFUCKING lazy and not doing SHIT! Then, he continued speaking, "If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell," and then he suddenly looked to me, "You there. You and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
For a second I did let his words move, but that easily changed. "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief," said the first guy who spoke. I looked at the third guy for a second because he's been quiet this whole time, I almost wonder what he could be thinking. One of the Imperial Soldier's told for us to shut up and I quickly turned my head to glare at him, which he obviously did not see. There was not much I could've done by the divines oh how I wish to get rid of these damned ropes that binds my hands together. The thief looked at the third guy and asked, "Whats wrong with him?" Since I was wondering the same thing I just looked at him, he had an...interesting face for a Nord and his mouth was tied with some type of cloth. I wonder why.
And that was when I found out he was Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm, and leader of the rebellion. It turns out he wishes to become the High King of Skyrim. Oh well, and it turns out we may be going to Savngarde when this is through, its a place where the dead go. I do not like this and from the reaction of the thief this will not be done without a useless struggle. What have I gotten myself into?
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After a while we came to Helgen, which was a small and pitiful village. While the others talked I just sat quietly and looked around. Then looked at Ralaf, he said his name sometime while they were talking, when he said, "Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." I easily accepted my forthcoming death as I stood up; the thief, however, was too cowardly and started begging. People like him disgusts me to oblivion! I do hope he becomes the first of us do die. I had a smirk on my face at the very thought as we got out of the carriage and lines up so they could call from their fucking list.
When they said the thief's name he ran like the coward he was and met a swift death by an arrow. It took all of my energy, and really do mean ALL of it, to not laugh my ass off at his shameless death. Then, the Imperial looked at me and told me to get closer, which I did with an absent look on my face. "You,"he said to me, "who are you?"
Oh my! It seems I have forgotten to tell you who I am. Well, this is what I am – I am a cruel Dark Elf named Andexa Bledzi – and this is how my adventures began on Skyrim. Or, at least, I hope it doesn't end like this...FUCK.