The Story of Dovahkiin, Chapter 1: The Beginning
Dragnen looked out upon the pastures of the Province known as Skyrim, a land at war with itself. The dominant species being Nord, although many others exist in the Province; as the soon to be hero stalked into the land, he was ambushed by Imperial Guards. "What are you doing here in Skyrim, wait a second, you're an Imperial!" Standing him up the guards appeared to be more lenient on him, "Fellow Imperial, what brings you here to our Province, of all Tamriel, why here now?" "I just wanted to have a new start; in the home land I am no longer welcome… Those bastards hate me, for something I didn't even do!" Dragnen lashed as if it stung him to speak of Cyrodiil. "Well, if Cyrodiil wants you, then there must be a reward! Let's get him; I am sure we will be paid in full!" The lead guard spoke, smiling with the promise of rewards. Just then, a shout could be heard, no… not a shout, a roar, "that couldn't possibly be, they don't exist!" Dragnen thought. There it was again, like a screeching of metal from a sinking ship, but deeper and more terrifying. "WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT?" The guards shouted, terror filling their eyes.
Sure enough, it was a dragon, breathing fire and bringing storms, Dragnen ran, and ran as fast as he could, that's when he hit the caravan. Coming to a half-hour later, he looked around, "where am I," he asked timidly. "On our way to Helgen, hey do you know who that man is, or why he has on a blindfold, on his mouth?" Asked a Redguard in the carriage; "nope, but I am guessing were going to find out. And I have the feeling its not good." "Oh, and say the guards said they recognized you, something about murdering the entire population of a small keep?" The Redguard commented. "I DID NO SUCH THING! I WAS FRAMED! That's why I came to Skyrim, so I could get a fresh start…" Dragnen erupted, furious, that outburst though led them on in silence. They arrived in Helgen, and were thrust off the carriage. "Alright prisoners, step up to the block, in line." A female guard stated, obviously furious about something. "Ulfric Stormcloak, you have committed treason and murder, among many other things, for these crimes you must be sentenced to death…" The guard couldn't continue as the Redguard exploded, "Your Ulfric Stormcloak, oh this is bad, WE'RE NOT WITH HIM!" He yelled, running, "Archers!" the guard shouted and they shot him dead right there. "Well… there's no running, but it appears that they won't be killing me either…. What is going on here?" Dragnen thought.
But, just as he did, that Dragon came, the same one! "Quickly! Over here, now if you want to live!" A strange voice said as Dragnen ran. "RAURGHHAREN" The Dragon roared as it scorched the land. "Well, Dragnen, it's good to see you! It's been a long time, but we'd better get going!" "I have no idea who this is…" Dragnen thought, "but it beats getting toasted…" he muttered bolting into the doorway to a tower.
"Come on! We have no time to lose!" The strange man muttered. As he ran up the stairs, his hands still tied, the dragon burst through the wall, and breathed fire, scorching the upper floor, and his bindings! With his hands free, he found it much easier to run and walk, all the while avoiding the dragon at all costs. He was running, watching guards shoot and melee the dragon, a ferocious brawl ensuing, the dragon continuously flying and landing, as it was attacked. But Dragnen had no time to stagger along and watch, for he cared for his own safety, and once reaching the keep, he was asked to make a decision, "I am Ralof, and you can come with me, or go with him," Ralof said motioning towards another man standing nearby, "So? What'll it be, we haven't much time!" Dragnen chose to go with Ralof, fore he seemed to be familiar, but he still didn't know how.