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Difference – A quality or condition of being unlike or dissimilar

"Difference" a word much like your average Gold septim, it has two sides. Difference can be seen as someone unlike or dissimilar, whether physical or personality-wise. One who will be cast out from society. One who is destined to be treated unfairly and with bias. One who may never achieve their goal or say, dream in life simply due to their unusual quality or whatnot. This is how most of regular society sees the different, evidenced by the fact that this is the very definition of the word different in say, a dictionary. But like any gold piece, there are two sides to this word.

See I've always been seen as different. I fully accept it, and I know how it's like. Sadly though, being different may be seen as very cliché and a way to simply gain sympathy and trick others into giving what you don't have. You can see it. I've noticed it's abundance in the beggars wandering the hold capitals. These people aren't different. They're simply lazy.

Difference is when you have something others don't. And to see the different in a real perspective you must attach yourself to the people who are different and embrace the proper concept. See different can also mean special, in a way. And that's what I've clung on to. The worst part of it all is when your difference stems from something you can't control, something that's just been there manifesting itself within your very soul. But why fight it, no. Why would I? I am different, and it's not my choice to be. But well, it's always going to be there so I warmly accept it as a gift.

And that's why I found myself here, on a cold afternoon and of all places, on a prisoner's cart.

I woke up confused, wondering where I was. I rubbed my eyes.

*Grunt*

As soon as I looked up I noticed my surroundings. In my state of confusion I decided to assess the situation and circumstances.

We were on a road. I was on a wooden cart with three other men with all our hands bound, captive, prisoners. Wonder what I must've done to end up here. Nothing was out of the ordinary to me, except for that guy driving us. His armor, it looked awfully familiar.

My head beamed up in realization. Mind alerted. Memories flowing back into my head. It came back to me all at once. I should've guessed, Imperials.

I slapped myself in the face. How'd I let this happen.

My anger must've been obvious as the guy in front of me took notice. A Nord I believe, He suddenly looked at me "Hey you, you're finally awake."

Really? Cause I didn't think so. I had heard the Nords weren't on the bright side but this? Good job. You have the unique ability to notice the obvious. Well, actually. Come to think of it, I probably would've said the same thing. It's a shame that my anger's getting to me but, seriously, where in oblivion am I?

He began again "You were trying to cross the border right? Same as us and that thief over there." I laughed to myself. This guy and the obvious. Why else would I be here?

The thief began to speak up as well "Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine 'til you showed up." I beg to differ, see I have no side in this but I feel the Stormcloaks have a valid cause. The thief continued "If the Empire wasn't looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." The thief angrily said. If only my hands weren't bound, I'd gladly shut that mouth of his.

"You there, you and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks that these Imperials want." Sadly that was also true, as much as I don't like that thief he had a point, but honestly, at that point I didn't care. We're here now, and there's nothing we could do about it.

The Nord shot back "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief." See man, that's more like it. Finally some wise words from the Nord guy.

"Shut up back there," the Imperial guard screamed to us from ahead. Can't believe they got jerks like that in the army. Empire's sure got the pits working for them. Figures. You'd think the best Imperial Soldiers stationed in Skyrim should be from Skyrim. And they're all caught up in that revolution of theirs about some silly outlawed religion. 9 minus one is 8, and you have to complain about that one God that's been outlawed, who was actually just a war hero.

It's madness really. The Stormcloaks shouldn't be weakening their own people with this pointless rebellion. They should join the Empire and destroy those wretched Thalmor, they're the real problem. Their beloved Talos wouldn't have been banned if not for the Thalmor.

Ulfric Stormcloak has a valiant cause, but it's geared towards the wrong people. The Empire simply surrendered to the Thalmor. The Thalmor are the real enemies in this one. If only Ulfric had thought and planned this out more clearly and thoroughly, it would've been much better. But it's still the Nord's province so they do as they please.

Go ahead and divide your country as the Thalmor wait for the perfect time to grab you all, for all I care. And you'll never see it coming, all just because you're all caught up in some worthless war.

Skyrim. This place is a mess.

Interrupting my thoughts, the thief spoke up "What's his problem?" referring to the guy whose mouth was taped. It's strange how I've only noticed him now. The angry Nord quickly shot a stare back at him "Watch your tongue, that's Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim." I grinned. Well, well, speaking of revolutions. I'm sitting here with the very leader of the Stormcloak Rebellion. Ulfric Stormcloak, captured. Empire's finally going to win this thing. Well, I knew the Rebellion wouldn't last. Shame, he was a brave man, just power crazy.

The thief seemed surprised though "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm ? Leader of the Rebellion? Oh Gods… Where are they taking us?" I can only imagine.

"I don't know where we're going." The Nord replied, "But Sovngarde awaits." Of course, Sovngarde, the Nordic plane of Aetherius, where they continue to get drunk on mead and sing those awful songs for the rest of eternity. Sounds like a blast, to me. There was that one song I liked, what was it? Redbutt the Red? Something to that.

"No. This can't be happening this isn't happening." The thief was having trouble coping with reality. I honestly wanted him dead. The Nord in blue continued to interrogate us "What village are you from horse thief?" He quickly replied "Why do you care?" choosing to keep others out of his business. "Because a Nord's last thoughts should be of home." The Nord pointed out.

I began to drift away from the conversation as I began to once again venture into that dark place in my mind. My thoughts were with the things that I was never going to experience again. My companions, my home in Vivec, My life back in Morrowind but most of all I'm going to miss that sweet, sweet smell of thick, fragrant, red bl… here we go again.

The thief's answer snapped me back to reality "Rorikstead. I'm from Rorikstead." He answered, as the Imperial Guards were calling out. "General Tullius. The headsman is waiting." I realize that the time has come as I face the truth.

We stopped at a village filled with Imperial guards and captains, who were all awaiting the death of the great Ulfric Stormcloak I suppose. We're lead out of the cart, as the thief up to now, still has trouble coping with reality "Please. You can't do this! We're not rebels!"

The Nord was disgusted "Face your death with some courage thief." I really hope that finally shut him up.

One of the Imperial officers, a captain I suppose began to issue orders. "As I call your name, step up to the block." The Nord beside me still had the energy to express his disapproval. "Empire loves their damned lists." He said, grinning. I chuckled with the man at his courage and absolute disregard for his inevitable death.

The officer began with the names ."Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." The Nord beside me shares some farewell words. "It's been a pleasure, Jarl Ulfric." The revolutionary leader heads to the line, and faces his death.

The Imperial officer continued "Ralof of Riverwood." The Nord beside me steps forward. So that's his name, Ralof.

"Lokir of Rorikstead." The thief stepped forward, absolute fear in his eyes. I struggled with all my might to suppress my smile. He had the face of someone who had just wet his pants. Laughter aside I was eager to see his death. If he goes first, that is. Predictably, the thief panicked "No you can't do this. I'm not a rebel!" He stepped forward and ran away like an utter bitch, as the archers shot him down. I chuckle. What an idiot.

The Officer took notice of me "Wait. You there." I knew they wouldn't forget me. "Step forward." I did as I was told and moved towards the man. He asked me "Who are you?"

"Myrkrio of Vivec" I answered hesitantly, as I'm the only one not hailing from Skyrim, but rather from Morrowind.

The officer replied "Another refugee? Gods really have abandoned your people Dark Elf."

My blood boiled as my eyes turned a full bloodshot red as I nearly rip my binds of to snap this man's neck. Some nerve. This man knows nothing of my homeland and doesn't have the right to speak so rudely about our race. When the man uttered those clearly uneducated words, I lost all my remaining respect for those Imperial skeevers. But, well, let's face it, I didn't have much respect for them in the first place.

The General, Tullius I believe was his name, began to address the Jarl of Windhelm "Ulfric Stormcloak, you started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire is going to put you down!" Well now, for a general that was a hideous effort at attempting to intimidate a Revolutionary leader. Ulfric seemed unfazed but no matter. We were all going to die anyway, so who gets that celebratory mug of mead in the end?

I have to admit it was a shame. I think without the Stormcloaks the Empire would be vastly outnumbered if the Thalmor were to invade again. Ulfric and his men may not be the brightest of soldiers but they are fine warriors and would benefit the Empire massively.

And today, they're all going to die, well it's not like they'd actually join the Empire anyways.

I halt my thoughts as I look up to see some priestess preaching and "giving us our last rites." It puzzles me why they conduct these executions so ceremoniously. It's even starting to look like a wedding reception. Well, one with a lot of blood and severed heads.

The Stormcloak about to be put on the block seemed sick of it too. "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." He said as he was made to kneel down. As he did, he let out his final words. "My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials. Can you say the same?" Pretty good choice of wor-

*Chop*

The man's head fell into the basket and the executioner awaited his next prisoner.

Ralof spoke up "As fearless in death as he was in life." You got it.

"Next, the dark elf!"

So this is how it all ends huh? At an execution I should never have been a part of. This is the pits. I don't know what I did to deserve this but, well. Here we are. I move towards the block with my pride intact.

I kneel down and confront my fate. Look fear right in its eyes and swallow it whole. I await my death. But as I ready myself i say one last prayer.

"Lady Mephala I have served my time on Tamriel, and on this day I join you in Oblivion."

The axe is brought down on me as i shoot one last look at the sky and… Wait. What the shit is that!?