"Step up to the block when we call your name" some imperial dude shouted.
"NO! Wait we're not rebels! You can't do this!"
What a baby I thought, even though I was kinda terrified too. I didn't want to die! Why does everything bad happen to me!? I just came from Cyrodil to Skyrim to visit my brother and as soon as I cross the border, I get arrested. Note to self: do not come to this country ever again, if I live past today.
I didn't pay much attention to what was happening, so it made me jump when I heard an arrow pierce someones bone. I looked up and saw that scaredy cat from earlier, his limp body on the ground with an arrow in his knee (:-3) Oh crap, well running ain't an option for me now is it?
"Ralof of Riverwood!" they called. A blond guy from behind me pushed forward. "Ulfric Stormcloak!" My eyes widened. I had heard about him in Cyrodil! He's the leader of the rebellion in Skyrim. I was quite excited to think that the war might end, but then I remembered I was going to die too so the moment was lost.
"Hmm." The imperial said as he checked his list. "Who are you?"
I gulped and said my name "Rhea Paladino".
He flipped through his list once more and said "You've picked a bad time to come to Skyrim kinsmen"
"Oh believe me, I know." I muttered.
"Captain what do we do? She's not on the list."
The women I presumed was the captain said coldly "Forget the list, she goes to the block!"
Oh come on! I thought, half annoyed and half scared out of my mind.
"Next, the Nord women in front!"
I walked up slowly to the block. Well, end of the line, I'm dead. Unless a meteor crashes or a dragon comes I won't be getting out of here soon! I wish that would happen!
The captain pushed me down on the block and I heard a loud roar in the distance. "What in Oblivion is that!?" I heard someone call. I glanced up and saw a dragon on a tower breathing fire down at people.
I honestly didn't think that wishing for it would work!
I ran away as fast as a skeever on a sugar hi and quickly entered a tower with some other prisoners including Jarl Ulfric! Though going with them was against everything I stood for, I wanted to live, so I went with them up and out of the tower. We got some weapons, and I quite happily picked up an old iron mace on the ground,and headed through the keep. Back in Cyrodil, I was trained in maces for awhile so maces had come to be my weapon of choice, unlike my brother, cousin, and best friend who all use swords.
I felt awful killing imperials, but I needed to get the heck out of there! Eventually, we saw some light streaming in at the end of the tunnel and I ran towards it, eager to get out into the open Skyrim wilderness.