"Mom, why are we moving?"
"Well, we think it'll be a much nicer place than Morrowind. I thought you wanted to move?" Evilila watched her mother hurriedly pack the contents of her wardrobe, stuffing things into the bright red sack. Lately, her parents had been acting strange; ever since the volcano erupted in Vivec City, everyone had been acting strangely. "I want to stay here with my friends," Evilila stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, clinging even tighter to the tattered doll her grandmother had made her. "I hate Skyrim."
"How can you say that! You've never even been to Skyrim," her mother closed the bag and looked over at Evilila, who was standing in the doorway of her parent's room. "I know it's cold and I hate the cold," she pouted. Her mother laughed and walked towards her to embrace her. "Evilila… We have to leave Morrowind. It's not safe here anymore. Do you understand?" Evilila shook her head and stared intently into her mother's eyes. Her mother sighed and walked back to the sack she was packing. "Come along, the carriage is waiting for us outside."
….
The carriage was jostled by a bump in the road, causing Evilila to be jolted awake. Blinking away the light, she looked around the carriage only to see three men sitting next to her. The air was cold and the harsh wind stung her face, causing her eyes to water and her face to flush slightly. "Hey, you," the harsh voice of the Nord in front of her caused her to jump, and she quickly turned her gaze towards him. "You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us. And that thief over there," Evilila glanced over at whom she assumed the Nord was referring to. The thief started to say something back to him, but the conversation just faded to the background as she tried to recollect the past few days. Evilila was snapped back to reality when she heard the Imperial guard order the prisoners out of the carriages. Slowly rising to her feet, Evilila stared intently at her captors', still trying to figure out what was happening. One by one, her fellow inmates were called and sent to stand near the block until she was the only one remaining.
"You there, step forward." Evilila stepped towards the two Imperial guards cautiously, not wanting to give them a reason to pull a blade on her. "Who are you?" the guard demanded, looking her up and down like she was a piece of horker meat. "Evilila Athrrilo," her voice came out raspy and weak, due to the numerous days she had gone by without sufficient food or water. Even though she had been in Skyrim since she was a child, her accent had never seemed to fade away; probably because the only people she truly interacted with were her parents. "Captain, she doesn't seem to be on the list..." the man flipped through the book he had in his hands, searching intently for her name. "Forget the list, she goes to the block," the other Imperial barked. The man gave Evilila a look of fleeting pity before ordering her to go stand next to her fellow prisoners. Her stomach clenched and unclenched as she stared at the blood-stained chopping block a few feet from her. She began to murmur a soft plea to the Divines, begging them to save her from this gruesome fate. This couldn't be her destiny, it just couldn't be. There had to be some mistake.
The storm-cloak to her right walked towards the chopping block when he was called, dropping to his knees and placing his head on it. "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" the words of the Nord were drenched in venom as he glared up at his executioner. Look away, look away, Evilila warned herself as she watched in horror the axe being raised by the executioner. The axe cut through the air with a zing, quickly reaching the neck of the Nord and slicing through it like butter. Vile filled her mouth as she watched the head roll into the basket; the body still spurting blood into the air, drenching the stone around it. "Next, the dark elf in the rags!" Evilila looked at the Imperial captain, her heart rate began to accelerate as she began to realize this was it. All of a sudden, a strange sound filled the air around them; sending a chill down the Dark Elf's spine. "I said next prisoner!" Slowly, Evilila walked to the chopping block and dropped to her knees. The Imperial captain placed a foot on her back, forcing her to put her face on the block. The overwhelming smell of fresh blood hit her nostrils suddenly, causing Evilila to gag, and shut her eyes tightly. Please…
"What in Oblivion is that?!" A loud thud caused the ground below Evilila to vibrate, making her eyes fly open to see the very thing of legends not 10 feet away from her.
A dragon.