I know, I know yet another story instead of updating the others. Well with some changes that have happened in my life and my daughter getting older I have decided to get back into writing. I will be updating the other stories and/or rewriting some of them. I will make no promises to update regularly but I will promise that I am going to continue the stories it just will take some time. I've been playing Skyrim a lot lately and thought hey this might be worth writing a fanfiction about, and then low and behold this story came out. It'll be following the game fairly closely but there will be a few divergences from the main story and random quests because of River Saltin. If you want a list of the mods that are used PM me and I'll be more than happy to give it to you.

Summary: A normal girl with an ordinary life gets his by a semi-truck which then causes her to end up in the world of Nirn, Skyrim specifically. She is the second Dovakiin. How or why are not known to her. Join her on her journey with the other Dovahkiin in order to find out why she was brought to the world of Elder Scrolls.

Disclaimers: I own nothing but River Saltin. Everything belongs to its respective owners even the mods that are mentioned belong to other people, I cant make mods to save my life.

Warnings for the Chapter: Mild cussing; some violence. Don't like, don't read.

Lets get on with the story shall we?

Chapter 1:Hell's Bells


My name is River Saltin and I thought it might be a good idea to tell my story sometime before I die. Someone should know what happened and all the changes that were made when I came to this world. This book will probably never be read by anyone but those close to me but I can't say that I really care anymore. I'm at the age where people stop giving a crap about what other people think of them, that's right I'm old and dying. So what? Enough of this I shall get on with the tale.


It was an ordinary day in an ordinary town. At least it started out that way.

Looking into the mirror in front of me, I adjusted my long dark, brown hair in its braid. It was so unruly when it was let down. The curls made my hair look like a lion's mane and it was so uncooperative, breaking all of my hair brushes. I pushed my square framed bright red glasses back up my nose and pulled my favorite purple sweater on before I walked over to my dresser, grabbing my house keys. Once I got to the front door of my lonely one bedroom apartment, I pulled on my knee-high lace up boots and headed outside into the autumn air.

As usual I was walking to my job at the local bookstore, The Emporium, when I saw a child that appeared to be no older than five race out into the road after a soccer ball. A semi-truck at the same time, came barreling around the corner and lade on its horn to warn the child to get out of the way. The child wouldn't be able to make it out of the way in time so I, without putting much thought into it, raced out into the road and pushed the child out of the way and onto the sidewalk just in time. I, however wasn't so lucky. The semi-truck tried to stop and swerve out of the way but it just was too late, it hit me at full speed. Getting hit by a car isn't like its shown in the movies and tv shows, time doesn't slow down it actually seems to speed up and you can't stop thinking that everything is happening way too fast.

I was sent flying up, hitting against the windshield of the semi-truck, over the top of the trailer attached to it, before finally landing hard against the ground. Wheezing and gasping for air because one of my ribs had punctured one of my lungs. My leg was bent at a bad angle, my head hurt like hell and I noticed that I had a piece of something in my side. To put it simply I was all kinds of screwed up. I was losing blood fast and my lungs were filling up with it. It hurt so much to breathe. It was painful to do or think anything all I could think about was the pain. I distantly heard people shouting and screaming, making all kinds of noise that hurt my head. Someone flashed a bright white light into my eyes that sent spikes of sharp unbearable pain through my skull. I recall that it was a paramedic that was trying to see if I had a concussion, which I definitely did.

After a while, I still to this day have no idea just how long it took, I noticed that the pain was starting to fade and I was getting cold.

'Just brilliant. I'm dying. Well, it was for a decent reason at least. Not how I expected to die but still...' I thought serenely to myself. I never was all that scared of death, I simply accepted that it was a fact in lie, the only true guarantee in life.

Darkness then enclosed me rather quickly after that. I felt like I was floating but also laying down on something at the same time, it was weird. I didn't think that it was possible to feel both sensations at the same time, but apparently it is when you're dead. I felt nothing else. No clue how long I just existed like that. Eventually I heard a scraping sound, kinda like claws on the ground, coming toward me.

'huh, I thought that I was alone here. I wonder what is making the sound.' I tried to open my eyes but found that I could not open them at all. I started freaking out, I couldn't move my body at all either. I know I was suppose to be dead and everything but this was suppose to be the afterlife for pete's sake.

"Do not worry little Dovah, for I am Akatosh. You gave your life for another and left your destiny unfulfilled. I shall grant you a boon for your actions, and give you a second chance at life. You will help save a world on its last legs. Do not fear for you will not be alone in this task. You will be with one of my children, one of my Dovahkiins. Sleep now and heal. When you next wake you will be where you are needed." A booming voice with a slight hiss to it, spoke.

"Akatosh? Isn't he one of the Divines from the Elder Scroll series? What the hell is going on?! Why can't I move or speak? I have so many questions! Don't leave me all alone!"

I struggled to move or speak aloud. I then felt my consciousness start to fade away. Scared and unsure of what was happening to me I fought against the oncoming darkness.


I woke to the sound of creaking wooden wheels and the cold whoosh of the wind. I shivered from the chill in the air. 'Why is it so cold?' I opened my eyes slowly and found myself staring right at a man I distantly recognized. Then like a slap to the face with a frozen slab of ice, I realized that he was Ralof from the video game Skyrim. 'This can't be real, this just can't be. But..maybe, just maybe I'm not hallucinating and this is real... but the chances of that are so slim...'

That was when I also realized that I was leaning against someone. Sitting up and turning to look at what had been my pillow, it was a rather burly man with auburn colored hair that half of it was up in a messy bun at the back of his head, he also had a well groomed short beard. His eyes were two different colors, one gold the other blue. His facial tattoos were of an intricate tribal dragon. He appeared to be in his mid to late twenties.

"Good the two of you are awake. You got caught up in that Imperial ambush with us. You put up quite the fight there lad." Ralof said, causing me to jump a little and squeak in both surprise and embarrassment from staring at the handsome man next to me. "Why they picked you up too I'll never understand. They found you not that far from the ambush sight, unconscious and wearing the strangest clothing, lass. Similar to the horse thief over there."

I looked over to where Ralof indicated and say the same horse thief from the game. Lokir of Rorikstead if I recall correctly. I tuned out the rest of the conversation when I noticed that my hands were bound together with some sort of leather strip and that someone had stripped me of my original clothing, putting a tunic, pants, and footwraps made of rough linen on me. Causing one of my panic attacks. Looking around I saw that I was sandwiched between the red head and the one I could only assume was Ulfric Stormcloak.

"Shut up back there." Came from an Imperial looking soldier that was driving the wagon that we were all on.

"That's not very nice..." I muttered to myself.

"Imperial bastards aren't nice people there lass." Came Ralof's reply.

"Figures."

A deep sounding chuckles reached my ears from the redhead next to me. "Most Imperials these days don't care if you're actually with the rebellion or not. If they so much as think that you worship Talos, you're good as gone,..oh, wait, that's the Thalmor. Sorry I tend to get the two mixed up because they are so much alike these days.

"Damn that's a sexy voice, wait...what am I thinking I just met the guy...but he seems so familiar to me. I just can't place where I know him from.''

"Helgen, I used to be sweet on a girl from here. " Ralof said in a wistful manner.

"Huh, guess I missed the rest of what he said, either that or things are slightly different than whats in the game. Which would make the most sense."

The wagon came to a halt, jerking me up against the redhead next to me. "Sorry..." I mumbled to him. He just flashed me an understanding smile. Ralof and the other stood up and started to get off of the wagon in single file order. I waited until I was the last one remain to stand and ackwardly climb down the back of the wagon. There were two Imperial soldiers that were calling out the names of the people in the wagon that I was in. When they reach the redhead and I the male called both of us forward.

"Who are you two? You're not on the list." Came from who I could only guess was Hadvar. Although now that I think about it, this was looking a lot like my modded version of Skyrim. If it was then I was screwed, both figuratively and literally. Which would make the redheaded male next to me, based off of his tattoos a Ningheim. A race from a mod I had downloaded.

"I'm Prine Darkhammer, Ningheim." The redhead, now known as Prine stated to Hadvar.

"And you ma'am?"

"Um.. I'm River Saltin, um.. Imperial.." I stuttered out, unsure whether or not it matter which human race I said I was. As it later turns out, no not really.

"Capitan, orders? These two aren't on the list." Hadvar asked the stern looking woman next to him who wore full Imperial steel armor.

"To the block with the both of them." She said

"Crap, I'm gonna die...again..."

Keeping close to Prine, we walked over to where the other Stormcloak soldiers were standing, waiting for the executions to begin. I made a pathetic attempt at hiding behind Prine when General Tulius began speaking. I tuned him out in order to pray to any deity that would listen to get, somehow, out of this situation of certain death.

"Shut up and lets get this over with." A redheaded Stormcloak demanded as he walked toward the executioner and the head block.

"Very well," came from the disgruntled priestess of Arkay.

The female imperial capitan push the redheaded Stormcloak to his knees then forced his head onto the block. I quickly hid completely behind Prine at that moment so that I didn't have to see the man's head get cut off. I still heard everything though. The sound of the axe coming down and the thunk of it slicing through the flesh and bone and hitting the stone, still haunts my dreams to this day.

Prine looked back at in concern, he didn't even appear fazed by the man getting his head cut off. What a violent world I find myself in if death doesn't bother people anymore. I was raised to believe that all life is something to cherish not something to just toss aside. I really didn't want to die again but I also didn't want anyone else here to die either. I was in a catch twenty-two situation.

"Next prisoner!"

The minute that was said a loud but distant roar could be heard. "Ah shit, this is the part where Alduin comes and crashes the party, so to speak. I hope he gets here soon, but at the same time I wish he wouldn't."

"I said next prisoner!" The female Imperial soldier yelled.

"To the block nice and easy." Hadvar said in an attempt at being sympathetic, and failed miserably might I add.

Prine took in a deep breathe and stepped forward but not before giving me a calm smile, as if saying it was all ok. "Damnit its not ok! The Stormcloaks have done nothing but uphold their traditions. The Imperials should respect that." Tears came to my eyes in a righteous fury as I watched Prine get shoved to his knees. I could see the fear in his body language. I was trembling in sorrow, fear, and anger as the executioner raised his huge axe up into the air. I wanted to scream at them to stop this but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to speak. My throat was tight with emotion. All this death was senseless in my eyes. As I was about to call out a great black dragon appeared, who could only be the one and only Alduin the World Eater, and landed heavily onto the stone tower behind the executioner.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

The shout from Alduin sent the executioner and the rest of us either flying or into the ground. I was one of the lucky one to only get sent to the ground. Getting back up as quickly as I could I cast my gaze around in search for Prine. I saw him on the ground, in the process of getting up over by Ralof. Once on my feet I raced over to him. I heard another shout from ALduin. This time the sky became full of black and red clouds, which rained down hundreds of flaming boulders on us.

"Come on you two, the gods wont give us another chance!" Ralof called out to Prine and I.

I helped Prine finish getting to his feet as we ran to another stone tower that Ralof was standing by, dodging flaming boulders the whole way. It was complete chaos and there was so much shouting and screaming that it was making me a little dizzy from the anxiety of it all. Once we reached the inside of the tower, I saw that Ulfric was safe and sound but the rest of the Stormcloaks were either badly injured or were tending to the injured. I looked around for the stairs and nudged both Ralof and Prine.

"We should be able to get out of here if we go up the stairs, please just trust me." I said to then urgently.

"Its better then waiting here to get crushed. Lets go." Prine said in agreement.

Ralof just looked exasperated as he shook his head at us and motioned for us to go on ahead. Without another word I took off up the stairs as best I could. I went to push my glasses up my nose only to realize that I no longer had them or even needed them. "Ok this is just weird. But now is not the time for a breakdown, that can come later when alone. And alive." RIght before the spot where Alduin was suppose to crash through the tower I stopped and waited, although I had to stop Prine from getting any further so that he doesn't get crushed either. I stopped him just in time for Alduin broke through the tower wall, killing the Stormcloak that was trying to clear the rubble that was further up the stairs.

"Yol Toor Shul!"

Flames tore out of Alduin's mouth. The heat from them was enough to cause me to stumble backwards and miss a step down the stairs. Prine with his quick reflexes manage to catch me before I went ass first down the steps.

"Thank you." I told him.

"No problem."

Ralof at that point caught up to us. "We need to jump through that hole."

Prine and I looked at him like he was crazy. Even though I knew we had to in order to continue on I still thought the whole thing to be absolutely insane. I didn't think that I could jump that far. I gazed over to Prine only to find him at the edge of the opening that Alduin had made looking like he was about to jump. And jump he did.

"Crazy ass mother fucker!" Tore out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Ralof gave me another weird look before motioning at me to follow Prine. "Get moving! I'm sure he'll be able to catch you."

"Dumb ass why don't you jump!" I moved to the edge and gazed over it. "How the hell am I suppose to jump that far?" I backed up to where the rubble was from when Alduin smashed through the wall of the tower, bounced on my feet a few times before running full tilt towards the edge of the opening. I then jumped at the last possible second. I felt weightless as I sailed through the air, absolutely refusing to look below myself. I looked down as I felt myself start to fall instead of moving forward, a scream ripped itself out of my throat. The building that I was suppose to land in was burning and had Prine standing there waiting on me, his still bound arms out as if to catch me. He wouldn't be able to, not being bound like that. Guess I'll have to rely on my gymnastics training to land without hurting myself.


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