The Return: Skyrim the Elder Scrolls
Thud...
Thud...
I pulled myself up from the hard and rough wood. I looked around and awoke to myself in a cart with imperial guards leading the cart across the dirt road. I looked around and found that others were in the cart with me. I slowly realised the events that lead to this moment.
There was an ambush imperial guards they jumped on me and tied my hands and was thrown to the ground, my heart was pounding what had I done? A few moments later after chatter about Stormcloaks, I could hear a group of people walking down the road I knew that I was only just hidden in the trees because the sunlight gave me a very vague image though a tight bag over my head.
I almost yelled for help but just as I opened my mouth a foot stood next to me blocking the view the figure held its arm up as a signal, then large amounts of troops rush out and took them as prisoners as well as me. After some time later another figure walked up to me and knocked me out with what seemed to be a mace...
Now I had no bag over my head and my feet were unbound, I was in the back of a cart with others "finally you're awake" said a blonde braided man, "you were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as that thief over there" he said as he gestured to the man on the right over the other side of me. "Hey there. You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks that the empire wants."
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief" the Stormcloak replied "Shut up back there" said a bored imperial that was driving. I tried to talk but it was as if I had a spell over my mouth and everything I said was muffled by several layers of fur bindings.
"And what's wrong with him, huh?" the thief pointed at the Stormcloak sitting to my right "Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." As I heard that sentence I realised the seriousness of the situation then ice ran though my blood as I found out where we were going.
The thief had started to scare again. "Ulfric? The jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you...oh gods. Where are they taking us?"
"I don't know where we're going. But Sovngarde awaits." The Stormcloak replied coldly. The cart came to a rolling stop. The thief was panicked again, inquiring to the situation as a child had done seconds before.
"End of the line." The speaking Stormcloak told him.
"Let's go, we shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us."
"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"
"Step towards the block when we call your name One at a time." The Imperial Captain ordered.
"Empire loves their damn lists." The Stormcloak muttered.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The list began.
"It has been an honour, Jarl Ulfric!" The Stormcloak called, destined to die a loud death.
"Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" He panicked then made a run for it one of the imperials gets out a bow and an arrow and in one smooth motion lets loose a iron arrow it hits him dead in his back, I pulled my eyes away from his dead body.
"Anyone else feel like running?" I kept my eyes on the floor at the Imperial Captain's words. An Imperial Army Nord had been calling out the names of the guilty, nonchalantly sending his kinsmen to the bloodied block.
"Wait, you there. Step forward." He gestured for me to come forwards "what should we do? He's not on the list." "Forget the list. The Nord goes to the block."
"By your orders, captain. I'm sorry, At least you will die at in your home town. Follow the captain prisoner" I only knew my name I had nothing to live for and dying for something I didn't do.
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." General Tullius chose his words carefully, probably relishing in this moment.
"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace."An indignant roar, a screech, pierced the morning air far off in the distance.
"What was that?" The Imperial Army Nord gasped. It pierced my chest like a silver dagger 'Could it possibly be?' I pondered my last thoughts.
"It's nothing. Carry on." Tullius ordered.
"Give them their last rites." The captain addressed a robed priestess of Arkay. Blood rushed violently in my ears, leaving me with only feeling the fresh air on my bare arms.
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." An unnamed Stormcloak lowered himself to the block.
"As you wish." The priestess said, pursing her lips.
"Come on, I haven't got all morning." The Stormcloak hissed from his place on the block at their feet.
"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" The executioner raised his axe then I closed my eyes as the axe hit the sun then opened them again as his head rolled off into the small box and could see parents sending their children inside.
"As fearless in death as he was in life." The blond Stormcloak reflected.
The sky-noise came again. This time it was closer. The Imperials seemed to notice more this time, growing nervous.
"Next prisoner."
"There it is again. Did you hear that?" The Imperial-Nord voiced himself again.
"I said, next prisoner!" I walked up to the stone block then knelt down and watched the Executioner lift his axe then the roar came again. This time, it sounded very close. Dangerously close.
"What in Oblivion is that?" I heard Tullius yell above the disorder. Just as the Executioner was about to swing an almighty dragon flew and landed on the tower above, it let loose a roar and shock waves burst out and knocked most of the men over.
"Hey, you! Get up!" It was the Stormcloak named Ralof of Riverwood.
"Come on, the gods won't give us another chance! This way!" I rather go with the Stormcloak than the imperials I painfully got up the dragon and people's screams filled the air I followed
"Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Could the legends be true?" He breathed.
"Legends don't burn down villages." Ulfric said his voice low as he moved across the room.
"We have to move. Now!" him and I sprinted to the opposing tower and climbed up the stairs
the damned dragon seemed determined to get at the human life guarded within the safe confines of the tower. The wall shattered like thread, throwing them back and blocking their path.
"See the inn on the other side?" Ralof panted heavily from the shock. "Jump through the roof and keep going. Go! We'll follow when we can!" he pointed through the hole in the wall pain shot though my legs as I hit the ground
"Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way." He yelled, his voice mingling with the noise. The dragon threw everything in its ancient power at them: it would topple buildings, tear limbs, crush skulls and spill blood all to see their dead and burnt bodies. My hands were still bound so all I could do is follow.
"You! Come on, into the keep!" Ralof quickly beckoned me to escape with him through the keep. I did not hesitate for a second and then the spell over my mouth was broken.
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Most of this was improved by constructive criticism by reviews. I would love it if you could point anything out to me so I can further improve my FRIST story. I put the spell over my character to stay to the script, but I will make my own from the next Chapter