She did it. She finally did it. After years and years of torture and abuse from her father, Sonmia was finally free. She stared intently as blood poured from her father's neck, blood dripping down the blade of her dagger, trickling down her fingers and onto the floor. Her hands started to shake from the pleasure of actually being free, and soon her whole body started trembling with glory. Avenging her mother's death was the highlight of her life, and she couldn't be happier with herself for doing so.
"By order of the Jarl, open the door! You're under arrest for the murder of Jaques Silverkin!" Sonmia turned around, startled that they already found her. Damien must've ratted her out. They must've heard the cries and screams of terror. Now her body was trembling with panic as she searched for a way out. She looked all around and saw a bump under the rug. The secret door! She would escape through the basement and make a run for it to the next town.
Sonmia sheathed her dagger and flung the rug behind her. She opened the secret door and jumped down, not even bothering to grab any other means of protection. She forgot how dark the basement was, but she was still able to make her way through to the door leading outside. Pushing the door open, she darted for the wilderness.
"In the name of the Jarl, stop where you are!" Caught like a kid with a stolen sweet roll. Sonmia threw her hands up and turned around, facing the line of Imperial guards just anticipating her arrest. "You're under arrest for the murder of Jaques Silverkin. What do you have to say for yourself?" Sonmia kept silent as she was grabbed by two guards. Another guard took her dagger, her precious Ebony dagger, and kept it for himself. "I'm sending you to the keep, where you'll be locked away for the rest of your days. You'll never see the light of day again, you hear?" Sonmia still kept silent, but happily let a smirk form on her face, realizing that killing her father was completely worth it.
Sonmia woke up what seemed like years later in her dark cell. Cries and wimpers of other prisoners came from all around her. Guards yelled at the prisoners, telling them to keep quiet and teasing them with delicious food delicacies from the outside. Sonmia sat up on her cot, feeling like she hadn't moved in over a century. She stood up and went over to her cell door, looking out at the large, dark room full of cells before her. She grasped the bars of the cell door, closed her eyes, and prayed to the gods for a miracle.
"Hey, you," one of the Imperial guards that caught her yesterday came up to her and unlocked her door, "looks like you'll be seeing the light of day after all. Just got an order from the Jarl. You're to be sent to Helgen to be executed, along with a few others." Great, this was exactly what I wanted, she thought to herself as she was led outside. The sun blinded her eyes; it was as if she had been isolated from real sunlight for decades; she lifted her tied arms up to shield her from it. "Come on, get your sorry ass up there!" One of the guards kicked Sonmia onto the cart, and Sonmia fell face first to the floor. One of the inmates quickly helped her up and onto the seat as best as he could.
"Thanks, but I could've-" Sonmia stopped and looked over at her helper; he was a Nord, just like her, with shoulder-length dark brown hair, almost as dark as hers, and deep-set light brown eyes, just like she had. His face showed a look of seriousness, but deep down, she could see he was terrified of the situation upon him. Instantly, her words were confused, jumbled messes. Her brain turned to a puddle of troll fat and her cheeks started to burn. "I-I uh...I could've, uhm, helped myself up, you know."
"Just thought I'd serve one last act of kindness before I'm sent to Sovengarde. So what're you in for? Thievery upon the Jarl?"
"Uh, no. I killed my father," Sonmia replied with as much pride as she could muster. "It was a proud moment I'll never regret committing."
"Well damn, I never would've expected such a crime out of a innocent-looking thing like you."
"Look, I may be a young woman, seventeen years young at that, but that doesn't mean I can't commit murder. Everyone has the potential to murder."
"That's true, I suppose," the man chuckled with his deep and plain eastern Skyrim accent. "What's your name, kid?"
"It's Sonmia. Yours?"
"Farkas. You from around here?"
"What, this cruddy place? Gods, no. My family comes from Riverwood. But we moved to Falkreath after my the death of my mother...My father, he killed her, about ten years ago. He was abusive to her, which made her become unfaithful to him. She started secretly seeing Alvor, who owned the smithy. When my father found out, he took her down into our basement and beat her to a pulp. My brother Damien and I, we were just kids...we could hear the whole thing. I went down to the cellar to try and stop my father, and...well, I saw him kill her. Slashed her throat right open. I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was just a kid. Helpless. But once the incident happened, my father knew he couldn't stay, the people would realize she wasn't working at the mine. Then they'd all realize she wasn't around at all anymore. And then they would start talking. And then they would realize what had happened. So me, my father, and my brother moved to Falkreath to get a fresh start. My brother ran away after a couple years of abuse. And soon, he started taking out all of his anger on me, and finally I couldn't take it anymore. So I slashed his throat open, same way my mother was killed."
"Damn, that's quite a story. I'm sorry that happened to your mother. Your father deserved what he got."
"Yeah, I guess...So where're you from?"
"I'm from Whiterun. But that's not where I was held. I was being held in Solitude. I was on a Companion mission to get my brother Vilkas out of prison. I had to sneak into the Blue Palace, steal some money, and go into Solitude's keep and pay off his bail. Obviously, that didn't turn out so well. I ended up getting caught by General Tullius, and he took me in. Now I'm here. That's not as exciting as your story, but..."
"Exciting enough. So the Companions are real, eh?"
"As real as you and I, sister."
"My mother used to tell me stories about the Companions. The way she told them inspired me, and I've always wanted to join them."
"You truly know what a family is when you're with them."
And that was the end of the conversation. The rest of the ride there was filled with whispers of praying from the other inmates on the cart. After what seemed like hours, they finally reached Helgen, and suddenly Sonmia was calm. She was no longer scared, afraid. She came to accept the terms of her crime, and whether she was going to be sent to Oblivion or who knows where, she knew she couldn't have lived her life any better, and she couldn't be any happier, any prouder of herself than she was in that moment.
Third in line, she waited for her name to be called. Once her name was called, she stood in line next to Farkas, who stood tall and proud, with his back straight, his shoulders pulled back, and his head held high. Sonmia looked over at him, and he over at her. Their eyes met, and locked, and for a moment, they were in a complete trance with each other. Sonmia's name was called, and a rush of adrenaline rushed through her veins. Farkas gave her a reassuring nod of approval, and Sonmia slowly and proudly walked to the chopping block. A guard pushed her head down onto the block. Sonmia took a deep breath, and silently prayed to her mother to forgive her.
Suddenly the ground shook underneath her, and everyone stopped. The executioner put his blade down, and everyone looked around to see what it was. When nothing else happened, the captain ordered for the executioner to continue. Right before the blade hit Sonmia's neck, a massive object flew down from the sky and onto the tower. Sonmia stood and looked up to see a giant black dragon in front of her, one that was angry and ready to bite her head off.
