Author's Note:
This is a Skyrim fanfiction concerning my character. I will be following the main quest here and perhaps a few side quests. Anyways, enjoy!
Prologue:
She ran through the forest, taking care that every step was light, swift. She hid behind a tree, looking around to see if she was being followed. All was silent. Sunlight peeked through the leaves of the thick trees above, the wind but a soft breeze.
Her heart pounding in her chest, she continued moving. In the depths of her mind, she cursed herself for not securing her travel papers before she left. But then she had to go and listen to Father.
"Just tell them who your father is and they will let you go without any delays. Trust me."
No one had believed her when she got to the port in Cyrodiil and she had to bribe the guards so they could let her go. She didn't blame them really; she looked nothing like her father. Well, except for the eyes, but most people overlook that.
He is going to receive a very angry letter from me once I've settled into Skyrim, she thought.
Her moneybag was very light now and she doubted that she could still bribe someone to let her cross the border. A noise ahead made her stop in her tracks. She ducked behind a tree, slowly peering out.
A group of men were going down the road ahead of her, a few on horses. They seemed to be going to Skyrim, just as she was. The border wasn't that far, she could see the peaks of the tall mountains that were the tallest in all of Tamriel.
An idea struck her. If she stayed close behind them, she could get past the border along with them. She prayed that she wouldn't be noticed. If they did, she prayed that the coin she still had with her would be enough to pay them off.
Silently, she stepped from the tree and began to walk behind the group. From the corner of her eye, she saw another man, dressed in rags. He was inching his way closer to the group, eyeing the horse being led by an armored man.
A thief.
She decided not to pay any attention to the thief, instead keeping her head down and pulling her cloak to cover most of her face.
Almost there...a few more steps and I'll be in Skyrim...
Suddenly, more armored men jumped out from behind the trees, surrounding them. She froze, looking around for a way out. Even the thief was trapped with them, having been so close to the horse he intended to steal. Archers positioned their bows all around them, making any escape impossible. Nonetheless, the group in front of her all drew their swords...except one. He looked like the leader of the group.
He raised his hand. "Put away your swords."
"But sire –" one of his men protested.
"Put away your swords!" the leader snapped.
The men all looked at each other and sheathed their swords. She looked around again. Their captors seem more preoccupied with the leader of the group. Maybe...just maybe...
She made a run for it.
"Hey!"
She passed the leader of the group, madly dodging the rain of arrows that came her way. Her heart thundering in her chest, she prayed she would make it.
A sharp pain exploded at the back of her head. She looked up just in time to see another armored man half-behind a tree holding a sword in his hand before her vision gave way to darkness.