((A/N: Soooo, for those of you that have read "War of CHorus, I apologize for not posting. School and life got in the way, so I apologize. But I've been addicted to Skyrim, so I'm writing a fanfic for it. I hope you enjoy! And please don't get mad at the dialogue mistakes. It's not like Skyrim has cinematics can look at. Amd I don't feel like looking the lines up. I am lazy ass. Enjoy!)) Mralik opened her eyes, wondering where she was. She couldn't remember anything, other than her first name. Nothing was familiar. Not the wagon she was in the back of, the forest she was in, or the people around her. She was basically wearing rags for clothing, and her hands were tied. There were four people in the wagon with her. The armored driver, and three bound men. Two of these men still wore armor, which seemed like a mistake if they were supposed to be prisoners. One of the armored men, the one sitting next to her, had a gag around her mouth. But he was the only one, which was weird. Maybe he was yelling while Mralik was unconscious. Then, the other armored man spoke to the woman. "Look who's awake," he said.

She turned to him. "Where are we?" She asked. Her voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk. She could really go for a drink right now.

"In the back of a carriage, imprisoned by these damned Imperials."

"Imprisoned?"

"Yes. I guess they didn't like you or this horse thief crossing the border." He gestured to the man wearing the same rags as Mralik.

"Everything was fine until you Stormcloaks showed up," the thief growled. "Empire was nice and lazy."

"Watch your tongue. You're in the presence of Ulfric Stormcloak."

The thief's eyes widened as he looked at the gagged man. "Ulfric Stormcloak? Oh gods, where are they taking us?"

"The end. Sovngarde awaits. Where are you from, horse thief?"

"What do you care?" The man's tone was angry but had a hint of fear to it.

The other man shrugged. "A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

The thief sighed. "Rorikstead. I'm from Rorikstead."

The other nodded and Mralik tried to make sense of everything. From what she was getting, she and these three men had been captured by a group or organization known as the "Imperials." Ulfric and the other armored one were "Stormcloaks." Maybe it was a family name, since Ulfric was known as Ulfric Stormcloak. The man from Rorikstead sole a horse and tried to cross some sort of border. According to the Stormcloak, Mralik attempted to do the same. Not that she remembered it. She was still in the middle of thinking when the Stormcloak started talking again. "Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here." Mralik looked up and realized they had entered a town. "I wonder if Vilod is still making that juniper berry mead." He sighed, seeming to think about the past. "Imperial walls used to make me feel so safe." The wagons stopped in front of a wall.

The thief looked around frantically. "Why are stopping?"

The stormcloak shook his head, as if disappointed at the thief's ignorance. "Why do you think? End of the line."

"Uh oh," muttered Mralik.

"Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm!" Called a voice to her right. She turned and saw two armored people, a man and a woman. The man was holding a book and a quill. Ulfric hopped down from the wagon and walked over to a crowd of people wearing the same blue armor as him and the other Stormcloak. "Ralof of Riverwood!" The other Stormcloak got down and followed Ulfric. "Lokir of Rorikstead!"

The thief hopped down, but instead of walking to the crowd, he yelled, "Wait, you can't do this! I'm not a rebel!" Then he took off running. "You won't kill me!"

"Archers!" Shouted the woman. As soon as the second syllable was out, several arrows slammed into the man's back. Lokir fell, dead before he landed. "Anyone else feel like running?"

Mralik looked around. Everyone else was in the crowd except for her. "Ummm, I think I'll pass up the chance to be a human porcupine."

The man squinted at her. "Wait, you're not on the list. Who are you?"

"My name is Mralik."

He looked at his book for a few seconds, then turned to the woman. "What do we do, Captain? She's not on the list."

"She goes to block."

The man looked at Mralik with regret evident on his face. "I'm sorry, Mralik. I hope your death is quick."

Mralik cursed and walked to the crowd. Wait a minute... the captain said 'block.' What kind of-? Mralik looked past the crowd. Standing next to a large stone block was a large man with a big axe. 'Oh,' she thought. 'That kind of block.' She was in line for execution, without even knowing exactly what she did. A Stormcloak was called up. "Read him his rites," said the captain. A robed woman started speaking, but Mralik couldn't make sense of what she was saying. Sure, she understood each word. But she had no idea what the meant together.

The Stormcloak sighed. "Can we just get this over with? I haven't got all morning."

"Alright then," said the woman. The Stormcloak crouched down next to the block and the captain pushed him down so his head was pressed against the top. The executioner brought up his axe, and Mralik turned away. She heard a squelch and turned back to see a headless body slump and fall from the block.

"As fearless in death as he was in life," Ralof muttered.

"Next, Mralik!" A roar echoed through the sky, and everyone looked up. The captain didn't seem to care about the roar, because she said, "I said, 'next prisoner!'"

Mralik walked over to the block. "Actually, what you said was-" she started as she crouched down. She was interrupted by the captain's boot on her back and her cheek slamming onto the stone. She was looking left, so she had a good look at the executioner as he raised his axe. And she also had a good view of the massive dragon that landed on the tower behind the executioner.

"Fus!" The dragon yelled, sending out a burst of energy that caused everyone caught in it to fall.

Mralik stood and started running. "Over here!" Called Ralof from the entrance to another tower. She ran for him, and skidded to a stop inside the cylindrical building. "Up the stairs!" He ordered her. She ran up the spiraling staircase attached to the tower's wall. She spotted another Stormcloak also making his way up, and was about to say hi when the dragons head slammed through the wall.

"Yul!" A burst of flame erupted from the thing's mouth, turning the Stormcloak nice and crispy. Mralik backed up slowly.

"Must be careful," she said. "Maybe its vision is based on movement." Maybe she was right, because the dragon flew away from the tower. She sighed in relief, and nearly jumped out of her skin when Ralof brushed past her. He looked out of the hole the dragon had made and pointed to a building right next to the tower.

"You'll need to jump to that tavern," he said. "I'll find you after I tend to the people here." He started back down.

"Wait... what?" She walked up to the hole and looked out. "Ummm. That doesn't seem safe!" He didn't answer. "Oh, hell. What have I gotten myself into?" She took a step back, then ran forward and leaped. She hit the second story of the tavern with a thud and a roll. She stood. "Ow. That hurt." She walked over to the far wall. And what did she find? Another hole! She looked around but saw no other exit. "Figures." She jumped off and rolled out of the building, she stood again and brushed off the dirt. Then she saw a boy next to a wounded man... Out in the open. The guy that had had the book, instead of grabbing the kid, was calling for the kid to get to safety. Mralik was about to grab the kid herself, but he eventually ran from the nearly dead man as the dragon landed and breathed fire over the body. The dragon flew up and Mralik ran between a wall and a house.

Then the dragon landed on the wall, putting itself right above her. Fortunately, it seemed to not notice her this time either. It just yelled, "Yul!" Setting a bunch of soldier on fire. Then it flew away yet again, and Mralik took off running. She kept going and made it to a building that looked mostly intact. The book guy had made it past her somehow and was standing at the far door of the building. Ralof ran through a crack in a wall and over to the other door.

"Over here, prisoner!" Yelled Book Guy.

"Stay out of this, Hadvar!" Shouted Ralof. "Come with me, lass!"

Oh great, she had to make a decision. Wonderful. "I choose..."

{End Chapter one}