AN: A few things, before we begin. English isn't my first language, so expect some awkward errors on my side, as well as some grammar mistakes. Be aware there will be sex scenes throughout the story, but I will try to keep them "reasonable".

Finally and most importantly. I am playing Skyrim, while writing the story. It's a blind playthrough, I currently managed to beat the first dragon. That's where I am. I hope to write the story more realistic that way, by having no idea of the universe like my OC.

I still have to get the DLCs too. I installed the succubus mod and two minor things, but else this will be vanilla Skyrim, as in vanilla, vanilla. There is no other extra content, because I wanted to get to know the game as it was, before I get into the extra stuff. Except the succubus of course, why? I have no life.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. Hope you like it.

Pro tip in life, check if your friend installed some questionable things on your PC, before starting something, anything! You see, I'm a girl who enjoys a good video game from time to time. I've heard that Skyrim was considered one of the best games that ever came out, however, I never came to actually play it. Seeing as even nowadays there were new mods that came out every day for that game, I decided to give it a try.

On the day I wanted to install the game, I needed to go grocery shopping for my parents. I asked a friend to come over and install the game for me, as well as a few mods. However, I told him to leave it at things like a better interface, slightly improved graphics and a bug fixer or two. I wanted to experience the game as natural as possible, before taking a look at all the crazy mods.

By the time I came back, Sebastian was watching YouTube videos on my PC. He stopped the video and turned around in my chair, when he heard me entering my room.

"Oh, sup. Took ya long enough." he let out a yawn.

"Typical Saturday." I simply replied. "You got everything."

Sebastian gestured at my keyboard. "Improved sounds, graphics, bug fixes, the improved UI, which your PC doesn't like for some reason. Had to install that thing three times until it worked. Better texture models, improved female running animation, more options during character creation and a bunch of new races, though I deactivated them for now. I think." he scratched his head.

"Why'd you install a bunch of new races?" I raised an eyebrow. "I don't play videogames for a living, you know. I probably will be done with this game, when I become a mother."

Sebastian just shrugged and got up. "Whatever. I'm going home for now. Still need to finish that assignment for history class."

"For which we have like two weeks to finish it." I pointed out.

"I want this thing done." he replied. "I can't get this bullshit of an assignment out of my head, because it is so bullshitty!"

I snorted at that. "Bullshitty". He certainly had a way with words. "Alright. Thanks a lot by the way. See ya, around."

"Yup." He casually waved his hand and left my room. I heard him walking downstairs and leave the house through the front door. I already started the game by that time and got comfortable with chips and soda, which I got from my shopping trip.

I expected some kind of intro cutscene or similar, but nope: black screen, smoke, the logo and the small menu. 'Okay.' I thought to myself and started a new game.

The intro sequence was nothing special. I heard that Bethesday certainly liked to start their games with the main character as a prisoner. I was able to move the camera, while the characters spoke and honestly? If I had gotten this game, when it released my mind would have been blown.

The character I played seemingly had no backstory whatsoever. Apparently I tried to cross the border, but was caught by the imperial army. Was crossing the border forbidden for some reason?

I also learned that one of the other prisoners on the cart was nothing more, but a horse thief. He almost got away, but then the so called "Storm Cloaks", clashed with the imperials. The Storm Cloaks were a bunch of rebels. The prisoner who talked the most was one of the rebels. The one next to my character, whose mouth had been shut tight, was the leader of the rebels: Ulfric Stormcloak.

"Who heck has Stormcloak as a name?" I asked aloud. It just sounded so stupid. Organization/Group? Acceptable. Person? I'd change my name the moment I was born.

Soon the caravan arrived at a place called Helgen. For a village it had pretty good defences: stone walls, towers and a lot of soldiers. One in the background, I think the "narrator prisoner" called him Tirion...no wait, that's someone from World of Warcraft.

Mr. T wore an outfit that looked like something a roman Zenturio would wear. Minus the head gear. Apparently this game had elves too, since Mr. T was talking to one. Mr. Narrator suspected the elves of being in league with the imperials. On the side of the road there was a boy who wanted to watch the soldiers, but his dad told him to go into the building. There were several more onlookers and oh…

There was the executioner. A little board and a box to catch the head which will fall off. Dang.

"Empire loves their damn lists." I heard the narrator speaking, while my character walked off the cart.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." Big Boss was the first one to be called out. Next was Mr. Narrator, aka Ralof of Riverwood. By the way, from what I got from his dialogue or monologue, really, he's a religious guy.

Mr. Thief's name was Lokir of Rorikstad. Gotta give Bethesday credit for the names. At least they weren't crappy names, like I know from several other games. Most of them were even original.

The thief claimed not to be a rebel and ran away. A woman in another centurio outfit, plus the helmet just shouted: "Archers!" And he got sniped. Though I did notice she started her "Anyone else, feel like running?" sentence came a second before the arrow hit the guy. I can be nitpicking, when I'm paying attention.

"Wait. You there. Step forward."

'Huh? So my character isn't on the list?' I thought, as my character made its way to the guy with the list.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The camera turned around and thus began the character creation process. It was a little bit uncomfortable using the UI Bethesda has given the players for this game. For the first 10 to 20 minutes I scrolled through the races and read the summaries.

"What the-? Succubus? The fuck, dude? Urrgh, I bet he did it on purpose." I sighed.

Skipping that one and decided to play around with the character creation. You could easily distinguish between what options Bethesda offered and what was fan made. The fan made stuff took a little longer to load the first couple of times for some reason. Later I didn't notice any difference, but that's besides the point. I could go on and on about what I did the past two HOURS, even looking at the succubus stuff, until I decided to start with an Orc. Strangely enough there was no class selection. Eh, I played a lot of games, where I could decide later what job I could take. But judging alone from the description and skills, Orcs were best suited as a warrior.

I put in a name and hit the enter button. And the game froze.

"Great fuck." I muttered, already imagining that this was the fault of one of the mods. The thought disappeared as quickly as it came, because suddenly there were electrical sparks coming out of my PC. Acting on instinct, I pushed myself with my chair away, towards the exit of my room. I stood up, quickly opened the door and just before I get out, I felt the pain of an electrical surge going through my body. The last thing I felt, was my body collapsing, while at the same time feeling the spasm of electricity making my body do weird movements.

XXX

Cold. That's the first thing I felt. Terrible, terrible coldness! I jumped up immediately from my lying position, only to slip up in the snow and fall back to the snow covered ground. The first thing that came to my mind was: What the heck, snow?

The more important question followed suit. WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!

This was definitely not my room anymore. For one thing, it was summer. For another thing, my room was a forest that was completely covered in snow!

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" My voice echoed pretty far into the forest.

While I got up slowly and at the same time as fast as possible, from the corner of my eye I noticed mountains surrounding me. But I didn't care anymore. Something inside me must have clicked and switched into survival mode. The only thoughts crossing my mind were to keep moving, find some shelter and most importantly, find help.

Luckily I had still been wearing my shoes, when I lost consciousness, although sport shoes are not the best, when it comes to snow that goes up to 10 centimeter. Not to mention short jeans, a simple pink colored t-shirt and no socks weren't helping at all.

I rubbed my slightly brown colored skin. The last couple of days, I had been sunbathing, thus the color. While I'm at it, I have a brown-reddish hair color with chocolate brown eyes.

To be honest, I didn't get very far. The sudden shift in temperature did a number to my body and with nothing to warm myself, I was bound to collapse sooner or later. I didn't even had the power to scream for help. Considering myself a goner, just closing my eyes and dying in my sleep didn't seem so bad. I know I should have been scared, but I wasn't entirely myself at the time. My panic had subsided rather quickly and with how I just suddenly woke up in these woods, I considered the possibility of this simply being a dream.

I was lucky to hear something in the distant. I wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but I could distinguish the sound of human shouts, meaning for me there was someone who could help me. With my newfound hope, I had the strength to go on just a little more. Enough to make my way to a scene which I wish I had never seen in my entire life.

What I found were people in medieval armor fighting each other with swords and axes. I saw people KILLING each other, tearing limbs apart, crippling some and then leaving them in the snow to die. And then there was the blood. There was...so...much...blood.

I don't have a phobia or anything, but seeing those humans slaughter each other! Hell, I saw heads being cut off, one time a guy was stabbed in the stomach. He spit blood, before his opponent took the sword out of his body.

Battlecries, screams of pain…

...and death. So many dead. So many dying and so fast. I couldn't take it.

I collapsed on my knees, the cold completely forgotten. I cried and held my ears shut with my hands, desperately trying to keep the sounds of battle from getting into my ears. It didn't really help. I even shut my eyes, but that didn't help at all.

"Why?" I whispered. "Why is this happening?"

No one answered. In fact, no one noticed me, since I was still hidden in the bushes.

"Just stop." I said, desperately. A part of me knew it was useless. My rational part. It also tried to tell me to get the hell away, but I was in shock. This wasn't a video game with limited blood, if any or a movie, where you know you're safe on the other side of the screen. This was real. It was happening right in front of me. Blood, real blood was floating, people collapsing.

Eventually I snapped. My mind couldn't take it any more and I screamed.

"Just STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" I screamed, louder than I had ever done before. I'm not exaggerating, when I say that it sounded inhuman, not only because of the actual volume. And afterwards, I couldn't hear anything, except for my whimpering.

Noticing the unusual silence, I dared to look up and was stunned once more, though this time it was for a different reason. Everyone literally stopped fighting. Oh I don't mean, that they just stopped swinging their weapons against each other and stood still or something, hell no.

Those guys, everyone was frozen in time. And again I need to clarify, time wasn't frozen. The soldiers were the ones frozen. Surrounded by a strange glowing light, everyone was stuck in the position they had by the time I screamed. One guy swung his sword towards an opponent, whereas another one was about to block three attacks at once with his shield! And the strangest thing was, I recognized him immediately. It was the yarl from the first scene in Skyrim!

Confused, still in shock and scared, I somehow decided to approach the dude, making my way through the soldier lines. And that is when everything went wrong for the better. I know it sounds strange, but at the end, I hope you'll understand.

Whatever stopped the soldiers, disappeared in an instant. Most of them stumbled after finishing whatever movement they had been doing. As for me, I was taken by surprise by everyone moving again. Luckily instead of getting stabbed or anything, I got knocked out.

XXX

The first thing I noticed, when I came around was that I had the worst hangover ever. Everything seemed to be spinning and what was worse, was the fact that I was seemingly riding in a car with the worst suspension ever. I groaned, trying to get up, but my upper body didn't feel like listening to me at the moment. Also the sound of the groan sounded...wrong.

My senses came back one after another, making me feel the cold once again. But there was also something else, something on my mouth. I was still too dazed to properly get my thoughts together.

"Damn you, Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along." I heard a voice saying. It sounded very familiar, in fact, even the words sounded like I just recently heard it somewhere.

"Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." a second voice spoke up.

"How sentimental." a third, female voice said in a sarcastic tone. This one seemed to come from above me. Also, I could feel a hand going through my hair. It was kinda nice…

"Ironic. This girl here saves my life, only for the two of us to-"

"Shut up, back there!" yet another voice shouted.

Ignoring the shout, the female one continued. "Hmph. The least they could do is let us have our last words in peace."

"Last words?! What do you mean?!"

Slowly I started to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I could make out two figures in front of me.

"Just look. I may not keep up with the local stories, but even I know that this man is none other than Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak."

"Ulfric?" I could now make out two men. The one to the right of my vision was speaking.

"The Jarl of Windhelm? But if they captured you...Oh gods, where are they taking us?"

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." The left one spoke.

It was by that time, my brain managed to finally reboot. I immediately wished I was still asleep. All kinds of information where flooding my mind. I recognized the two prisoners from the game I played today, I remembered the battle, the blood...death. I immediately got up and screamed. Or at least I would have screamed, if my freaking mouth hadn't been gagged by someone!

"Haha!"

I turned my head and found someone driving an old wagon. Of course it then came to my mind that I was sitting on the wagon! Plus, not only was my mouth gagged, but my hands were also bound together. Of course, my first reaction was to panic even more, trying to scream and wriggled around.

"Scream all you want, witch! Your witchcraft won't work a second time." the driver laughed.

In the meantime the Jarl and the person to my left put a hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down." the woman to my left stated. Looking towards her, I was once again caught off guard. The woman had long black and red hair, which went down half her back. She wore a similar colored lipstick and had sickly pale skin. But what stood out the most were the eyes. The irises were freaking violet and the part that was supposed to be white was pure black.

I backed off immediately, only to hit the poor guy behind me, who grunted annoyed.

"Looks like you scared her stranger." Ralof, now I remembered his actual name, spoke.

The woman sighed. "It happens all the time. Some mage needed to show off his so called skills and ever since I have to live with these eyes. I was 5 at the time."

"Ah." Ralof nodded, though I was anything but convinced. To be honest, I was still in a panic, so there was not much going on with me. Being completely stunned by everything, I curled up into a ball and shivered from the coldness. I flinched a little, when the woman placed a hand on my back and slowly started rubbing it.

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?"

"Why do you care?" the thief snapped.

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

The thief paused a little before answering. "Rorikstead...I'm from Rorikstead."

The scenery around us changed. There was a lot less snow on the ground, than before. Plus the village finally came into view. The one I managed to see, before my computer did whatever it did.

This is where the game begins. That means I'm going to live!

The thought process gave me new hope and made me forgot about the slaughter from earlier at least for a little bit.

But, I don't know what is going to happen beyond the character creation...and how do I get home?! Oh, I so wish this is all just a stupid dream.

"General Tulius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

"Good, let's get this over with."

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me."

"Divines?" the woman scoffed.

The other passengers gave her a strange look, but left it at that. Personally, I had other things to worry about. Like almost everything was exactly like in the game.

"Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this." Ralof speculated.

"This is Helgen." he continued. "I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."

Safe indeed. As I noticed when I played the game, for a village, it had really good defences. High stone walls, archers standing ready to fire at everyone who is dumb enough to try to escape…

I almost threw up, remembering the thief was about to die. He was just a thief! I'd expect them to throw him into jail or whip him a few times, but…

I stopped myself from thinking about this. I could already feel my panic rising again.

"Whoa."

We stopped. I didn't notice that we already reached the place of our eventual execution. Or hopefully planned, but not carried out execution.

"Why are we stopping?" the thief asked.

"What do you think?" both the woman and Ralof said at the same time. They gave each other a slightly amused look, before Ralof went on.

"End of the line. Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting."

"No, we're not rebels." At least now I wasn't the only one to panic.

We all got up, more and more dread building up inside me.

"Don't worry." the woman behind me whispered. "I know this is a small comfort, but at least it's going to be painless."

I shivered at those words and began to breath faster and faster.

"Even though we're going to die, I wanted to say thank you."

And now I was a little confused. Thank me? What did I do for this woman.

"If you wouldn't have done whatever you did, I would have died a rather painful death." she chuckled. "At least now it's going to be quick."

And if I wouldn't have done whatever I did, I wouldn't be standing here, waiting for my execution, BITCH!

I couldn't help the, but think this way. Even though everything should be alright, multiple what if scenarios went through my head. What I could have done, what I should have done earlier, if only I hadn't bought this game or if only I went with Sebastian and finished that assignment with him today.

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"

I know, when I played I scoffed at the dude, but now, being figuratively in the same shoes as him, I couldn't blame him for panicking. Heck, I even felt for him.

"Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!" called the captain.

"Empire loves their damn lists." Ralof muttered

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." the man with the list called him forward.

"It has been an honor, Ulfric." Ralof gave his last respects to his boss.

"Ralof of Riverwood." Wordlessly the man stepped forward and was marked on the list.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

Oh no. Here it comes.

I looked away before he could even scream that he wasn't a rebel and started running.

"Archers!"

I could hear a *thud* as his body hit the ground. Fresh tears started to come out of my eyes.

"Anyone else feel like running?"

Did I mention that I started to hate the voice of that bitch?

"Wait. You two there! Step forward."

My fellow prisoner gave me a little moral support, by standing close to me. Without her, I would have probably been standing there until they dragged me forward or shot me like they did with Lokir.

"Who are you?"

And from here on out it would be a blind run for me.

"Kylaila. I have neither a home, nor a family." the woman now dubbed as Kylaila spoke. The guy with the list took note and turned towards me. Of course I was still gagged, but that was easily resolved by the captain removing it.

"Are you sure?" asked the guy next to her, to which she took out her sword.

"If she does anything stupid, I'll kill her personally. Your name, prisoner."

"S-Sarah." I stammered. "Sarah Anderson."

"Anderson?"

"M-m-my family name." I managed to get out, before I started crying again. Could you really blame me? I didn't know what was going to happen! And in retrospect, if I had known, I would have panicked much more and much earlier.

"Are you two from foreign countries? Captain, what should we do? They're both not on the list."

"Forget the list." the captain waved off, strengthening my opinion of her being a total bitch.

"I'm sorry. We'll have to bury your remains here."

"Doesn't matter." Kylaila waved off. "As I said, no home, no family."

I didn't say anything. I just hoped for that Deus Ex Machina to finally make an appearance and safe my ass!