Prologue

In the midst of the chaos of the civil war in Skyrim, I was captured and bound, and condemned to be executed in Helgen on Sundas, the 17th of Last Seed of 4E, 201.

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I had only gotten over the border from Cyrodiil just hours before. I'd walked straight into an ambush set by the Imperials to capture a band of Stormcloaks near Darkwater Crossing, and I and a horse thief got caught in the process. Now, just two days after my capture, I sit on a wagon, being shipped to Helgen for my execution. What a week, right?

However, in a twist of events, my life does not end with my head in a bloody basket and my body next to a bloodstained wooden block. No, I live a life I never would have dreamed, with all the victories and horrors that come with such a life. I am Ailith, a Khajiit who's done nothing of importance until the days my life was changed as I had my head lined up on the block and the ax at the ready above it.