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A/N: This will be an author insert story.
Chapter 1: Execution
We all saw the black hooded man standing with the huge axe. We all screamed but no one heard us for we all had gags. We struggled to get free from the ropes. We knew the inebitable. We thought we were going to die. No. We knew we were going to die.
The man gripped the axe tighter. The threw us from the carrige and sent someone to the block. I closed my eyes but I heard his screams of pain. It was too much to handle. At least I was going to die quickly. They called me up to the block. Then I heard it. A loud yell. I saw something corner of my eye. The shape of an orc. My savior.
He slayed everyone quickly. He grabbed me by my tunic and cut ny binds.
"Grab some armor and a weapon" He said hoarsely. I wanted to live so I followed his orders. He showed me an exit so I left.
"Who are you" He asked.
"What does it matter to you" I replied.
"Tell me your name" He ordered.
"I don't know" I admitted "My name I mean."
"I'm Orkel" The orc said "Why were you being executed"
"I got stuck in the middle of a damn stormcloak attack" I answered.
"You have bad luck then?" He asked.
"No. Just a bad coincidence" I replied.
"So bad luck" He said.
"Fine" I said. But we didn't notice the shadowy man tailing as we laughed onto the man followed us secretly, contract in his hand.
A/N: This is my first chapter, so please go easy on me and this story. PLEASE REVIEW!