He was jolted awake. He could feel the constant movement of the carriage as it managed to find every rut and lump in the road. He had no idea what was going on. Cracking an eye open he expected to be able to see where he was, but all he got instead was a face full of hair. His hair to be exact. The bluish black strands obscured his entire vision, even when he opened the other eye. Great, he thought, my hair tie broke. He tried to lift his had to brush the hair from his face, but he felt something pull at his wrist. He realised that his hands were bound. That set off the alarm bells in his head. He jolted his head up, trying to flip the hair out of his face. It didn't succeed. He tried again. And again. And again. And failed each time to get his hair out of his face. He finally gave up and peered through the gaps in his hair.

"Ah, your finally awake."

The voice alerted him to the other people who were sharing the carriage with him.

"You were trying to cross the border. Walked right into that Imperial ambush, just like us" the blonde haired man across from him said again. Another of the carriages occupants began talking, but he blocked them out as he tried to remember what happened. Trying to cross the border? That does sound right. I was taking that young Nord across the border so he could get to the College of Winterhold. What was his name again? Freddy? Freedom?

"Fjrgeir." A voice stabbed into his thoughts.

He looked at the origins of the voice. It was the young Nord.

"That's it!" he exclaimed. "Wait, how could you read my thoughts?" A laugh trickled through the carriage, even the driver laughed.

"Um, because you were saying them aloud" the young Nord Fjrgeir replied.

"Really? I could have sworn I was talking to myself in my head. Maybe my mouth just didn't get the memo. It does that sometimes. It's like it has a mind of its own. I wonder what would happen if everyone's mouths had a mind of their own. I doubt there would much left unsaid."

"Shut up back there!" the carriage driver said, annoyance in his voice.

As much as he didn't want to he did and set about trying to flick the hair out of his face again. Fjrgeir listened into the other carriage occupants as they began to discuss where it was they were heading.

As the carriage pulled to a stop in a small town, which one of the carriage occupants noted was Helgen, the carriage occupants were pulled from the carriage. They were called one by one towards the headsman and his block. One of the carriage occupants tried to make a run for it, but was shot down by an archer before he even got to the gate.

He stood there patiently trying to flick the hair out of his face, which no matter which way he flicked, it returned to its position right in front of his eyes.

"Who are you?" one of the Imperial soldiers asked him and Fjrgeir.

"I'm Fjrgeir Jargarkesen" Fjrgeir answered. The Imperial soldier jotted something down on his piece of paper. The Imperial soldier then turned his attention to Fjrgeir's companion, who was still trying to flick the hair out of his face, and was failing miserably at it.

"And who are you?" the Imperial soldier asked him. But he ignored the soldier, he felt like he was close to getting all the hair out of his face. He began flicking his hair more viciously.

The imperial soldier lent to his captain, "What is she doing?"

He gave his hair one final flick, which managed to flick it behind his head, and glared daggers at the imperial soldier as Fjrgeir chuckled silently to himself.

"What did you say?" he asked. His voice laced with venom.

"I asked what you were doing" the imperial soldier answered.

"No, you said 'what is she doing?' didn't you?"

"Yes?" the imperial soldier answered in confusion. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"YES!" he yelled, drawing the attention of almost every other person in the village. Fjrgeir was silently laughing.

"And why is that wrong?"

"BECAUSE I AM A MALE!" He yelled.

Fjrgeir couldn't help it, he began howling in laughter, and lucky for him so did quite a few people. The Imperial soldier looked completely stunned.

"I'm sorry, but you look like a woman" the imperial soldier tried to justify. Which he did. His long hair, slim waist, and petite face lead many to think he was a woman.

"WELL I'M NOT! DO YOU NEED ME TO STRIP, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, TO PROVE IT?!"

"Um, that won't be necessary, I only need your name" the Imperial said as he tried to rein the situation back under control.

"My name is Ano Veyloth. What? Were you expecting something more feminine?" Ano spat. The Imperial soldier just ignored him now and turned to the captain.

"What do we do captain. They're not on the list."

"They go to the block." The captain spat.

"By your order, Captain. I'm sorry. I will make sure your bodies are returned to your homes."

"Ha! I would like the see that" Ano sneered.

The captain lead Fjrgeir and Ano towards the headsman's block. They called one of the soldiers in blue to the block.

"My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials; can you say the same?" he said just as the axe cleaved straight through his neck. His head falling into the open crate; his body flopping to the side with a dull thud.

"Next! The dark elf named Ano!" the captain called.

Suddenly an ominous roar tore through the sky. Echoing off the nearby mountains. Flooding the valley with confusion.

"I said next prisoner!" the captain called again. Ignoring the noise.

Ano knew that that sound could mean nothing good, and that these imperial soldiers were going to get everyone killed.

"You do know you are just wasting your time, right?" Ano said to the Imperial forces as he walked to the block. "You can lop my head off. Not going to lie, it's going to hurt like an absolute bitch, but I'll be back. Well I'm pretty sure that's how it works anyway. Haskill said so." Ano was pushed onto his knees, and bent over the block. His hair fell back in front of his face. "Oh for the love of- Come on, I just got it sitting right again!" The headsman lifted the axe and was about to swing when, of all possible things, a dragon landed on top of a nearby tower, and began spitting fire at the people below. Ano stood up and looked up at the sky. There was a swirling vortex of clouds, that spat out meteorites that crashed down to the earth. He ignored the impending doom and shouted to the sky.

"REALLY, Akatosh!? 200 years ago you send a dragon to save everyone, and now you send one to kill everyone! Make up your fucking mind!"

"Ano!" some called to him. Ano looked for the origin of the voice. It was Fjrgeir, beckoning to him from inside one of the towers. Ano strolled over to the tower, somehow avoiding all the falling debris. Once he was inside someone slammed the door shut.

"What in Oblivion were you doing just standing there?!" Fjrgeir exclaimed as he cut Ano's binds.

"I was asking Akatosh what the fuck he was thinking? Sending a dragon to kill everyone" Ano said in annoyance.

"Wait, you think the gods sent the dragon?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time. Although last time was to save everyone. You know, the Oblivion Crisis?" Ano explained when he saw the confusion on Fjrgeir's face.

"Anyway, on a different note, does anyone know where the Imperials stored all my stuff?" he asked the entire room, which was full of the soldiers in blue.

"We retrieved some of our items from the chests over there" one of the soldiers beckoned to a small cluster of chests. Ano began rooting through the chests for his and Fjrgeir's belongings. He found the Nord's bag and chucked it at him with no warning. Fjrgeir squeaked a little in surprise as the bag hit him in the chest.

"Give me a little warning next time!"

Ano ignored him and continued rooting through the chest for his belongings. He found his bag, sword and cane all bundled together at the bottom of the chest. He slung his bag over his back and stood.

"Catch!" Ano said to Fjrgeir, who just managed to react as Ano threw a sword towards him. Fjrgeir somehow managed to catch the sword.

"What the fuck?! Why did you throw a sword at me?"

"So you can use it to keep yourself safe while we escape." Fjrgeir just started at Ano.

"Um, do remember I use magic. I have my weapon."

"Yeah, but use the sword if you run out of magicka."

"I can't swing a sword to save myself! Why don't you use it?"

"Because you need the sword more than me at this second. Plus, I already have a weapon" Ano said as he held up the cane, which was no more than a glorified stick.

"A stick? You give me a sword that I can't wield, and you choose to use a stick?"

"Yes."

"It's a STICK!"

"It's a special stick, thank you very much."

"What, does it slay dragons?!"

"It might. We never know until we try!" Ano said as pushed Fjrgeir towards the tower stairs. "Also, if you break, or loose that sword, I will flay you alive" Ano said as he smiled. Fjrgeir had a look of terror as he ran up the stairs.

The dragon burst through the wall in front of Fjrgeir, and spewed fire on the unfortunate souls who were in the way. Fjrgeir looked through the hole in the wall and saw the remains of a burning house that was safe enough to jump into. He leaped through the air and landed with a thud on the singed floorboards. He looked behind him to see if Ano had jumped through the hole, but he hadn't. He was nowhere to be seen. Fjrgeir looked around for the dark elf and spotted a blur of blue in the corner of his vision. The elf had somehow got in front of Fjrgeir and was now beating the dragon with the stick.

"For the love of Talos! That idiot is going to get himself killed!" Fjrgeir said as he continued to crawl through the burning remains of the house.

Ano was still swinging his stick at the dragon. Each time the blows connected it did nothing, except piss the dragon off more. Fjrgeir had managed to get through the burning house and ran and tackled Ano out of the way, just as the dragon let out a big breath of fire.

"What in Oblivion do you think you are doing?!" Fjrgeir exclaimed.

"Seeing if the stick can be used to slay dragons" Ano said with a ridiculous smile.

"Your- What? Oh forget it. Let's just get out of here!" Fjrgeir said as he grabbed Ano by the scarf of his netch leather armour and began to drag him through the ruined village.

"Lemme go! I'm sure I can kill the dragon with my stick!"

"Since you have no sense of self perseveration, I will drag you out of this village if I have to!"

Fjrgeir was still dragging a complaining Ano behind him as he reached the intact keep on the other side of town. They meet the blonde haired soldier who was in the carriage with them, and the Imperial soldier who had asked who they were just outside the keep. They seemed to be arguing about something. Ano, not caring about their argument, broke out of Fjrgeir's hold and grabbed both of the men and dragged them into the keep with Fjrgeir following them.