Chapter 1: Prisoner

"Hey you your finally awake!" is the first thing that Beliel heard when he began to wake up, one of the imperials had punched him square in the forehead, needless to say, today wasn't turning out so well.
"You were trying to cross the border right? walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that Thief over there!" as Beliel opened his eyes he saw the one talking was a Nord wearing a blue outfit, the one to his right wore a thieves guild suit(minus the hood) and looked panicked.
It was the one to his far right that he took notice though, hair slicked back abit and long, he was bound like the other but his mouth was also bound by some cloth strap. He was so caught up in taking in the scenary that he'd forgotten about the other two.
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now theif!" sayed the Nord on the left
"Shut up back there" half shouted the imperial driving. The Nord theif turned to the one on the far right "What's wrong with him eh "
"Watch your tongue your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak the true high king!"

Beliel had heard of the Civil War going on before he'd entered into Skyrim when he...Thats funny, he couldn't remember anything of his past before Skyrim.
The theif was talking but Beliel was busy thinking of a way out.

"General Tullius sir, the Headsman is waiting!"

"Good lets get this over with!"

The Nord on the Left spit alittle bit away from Beliel's feet "Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor! And it looks like the Thalmar are with them! Damn Elves, I bet they had something to do with this!"

Beliel finally spoke "Ahem!"

"So you can talk." said the Left one

"Yes I can talk, I'm also one of those Damn Elves you refered to."

"Sorry friend, I'm Ralof, you don't have the skin of a elf and your eyes remind me of those Thalmar Bastards."

Beliel sighed "Thats because I'm a mixed breed, Altmer, Dumner and Breton. We were once everywhere, well with in reason we-

"We're stopping" said the Theif

-Darn I didn't get to finish my races history!- thought Beliel

Ralof smiled abit "Let's go, shouldn't keep teh Gods waiting for us."

"No wait we're not rebels!" shouted the Theif as they exited the cart.

"Face your death with some courage theif!"

"Step twoards the block when we ask you your name, Don't even think about running!" shouted a female Imperial officer.

The man next to her held a book open and was writing in it as he spoke and also observed the prisoners.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm, guilty of murder, high treason, sentenced to death" He scribbled in his book

"Next in Line!" He continued "Name?"

Ralof was the target of the word "Ralof, Proud son of Skyrim!" Beliel thought -I can respect his courage, too bad he's going to die for his conviction-

"Stormcloak, sentenced to death."

"Name?" this time it was the Theif's turn.

" Lokir and I'm not a Stormcloak!" Aparently his name was Lokir and also aparently he was going to be excuted a diffrent way.

"Its says right here that you are, sorry."

Lokir ran twoards the gates shouting "No Please all I did was steal a horse, you arn't gonna kill me!"

A arrow wizzed into his shoulder and within seconds he was dead and collapsed.

"Next in Line!" Beliel went along with everyone else that they didn't need to remember that guy, though Beliel saw something that made him think Lokir was worth remembering.
"Wait a second" said the book scribbler "You come over here." and Now it was Beliels turn, he walked forward and stood in front of the officer and her little cohort.
"Name?"
"Beliel Wraithguard"
The soldier looked at his book then turned to his Captain.
"Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list."
there was a quick response "Forget the list he goes the block."
"By your orders Captain." He turned to Beliel "I'm sorry, follow the captain prisoner."
Beliel followed the captain to near the other prisoners, They watched as General Tullius said a speech.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, some here in Helgen call you a Hero, but a hero dosn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne."
"Though it was muffled Beliel thought he heard Ulfric say "F you"
"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire's going to put you down! and restore the peace!"
Beliel was surprised to hear something coming from the mountains, it was a Roar that was unfimiliar to him.
"What was that?" said a random soldier
"Its nothing, carry on."

The suckup Captain replied "Yes General Tullius." she turned to the priestess that was standing next to the executioner. "Give them their last rites."

"As We commend your souls to Atherius! Blessing of the Eight Divines apon you-"

"For the love of Talos lets get this over with!" said a red headed Stormcloak."

The priestess stopped and gave a cold glair to the Stormcloak "As you wish."

"Come on I havn't got all morning!" He was put to his knees, his last words were "My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials, can you say the same?"

"Next the Halfbreed!"

-ROOOOOARRRR!-

"There it is again!"

"Hadvar! I said next prisoner!"

Beliel made a mental note to remember Hadvar's name.

"To the block prisoner, nice and easy"

Beliel walked over to the chopping block, the air felt cold even though the sun was shining directly on him, if he was going to die then so be it.

as He began to set his head down something came from the mountains

"What in Oblivion is that!" shouted General Tullius.

"Sentries, what do you see?"

"Its a-"

The thing that landed onto the nearby tower was a black Dragon!

"Dragon! Its a Dragon! Gods help us!"

"Its the end times! They have come!"

General Tullius barked orders above the chaos.

"Don't just stand there kill that thing! Guards get the towns people to safety! Someone get the battlemages out here NOW!"

As Beliel went to run the Executioners body was blown twoards him and blew him into a stone wall, and with that Beliel passed out.

Tune in soon for Chapter 2: Of Rorikstead