Hi Guys xD This is my first ever fanfic! Sorry this chapter is so boring, I promise it'll get if I've made any grammatical/spelling mistakes please tell me, I'd like to get any problems sorted out quickly.

Anyway, thanks for reading :D

Ps: Sorry for such an unimaginative title, I'm really bad at coming up with them.

The Dovahkiin

I wake with a groan. I have a headache and my body's sore. I started to turn around attempt to go back to sleep but one of the people on the cart with me begin to talk "You where trying to cross the border, walked right into that Imperial trap, like us. And that thief over there" I began to think about telling him that I was actually not stupid enough to get caught but bit my tongue, now was not the time nor place. I take closer look at my surroundings and the people on the cart with me. Theres a blonde haired Nord I front of me. He has a uniform on ( By the looks of it Stormcloak) There's The Jarl Himself next to me and a random thief diagonal to me. Judging by how sunny yet cold it is I'm guessing I'm in Skyrim. that my hands are bound, I curse and fiddle with the bindings for a while until I'm free to use my hands again. The person who was speaking before grins at me; thinking I have a plan. Which I don't. After a whiles silence, the horse thief realises who is sitting next to me: Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. Soon his brain come up with the fact that we are all going to the chopping block and he begins to panic. I just roll my eyes at him and enjoy the fact that at least its sunny.

As we finally begin to approach some town named Helgan

The blonde asks the thief where he's from. I don't bother listening to the reply and then the Nord decides to mumble about some girl who made meade out of berries. The carriage jolts to a stop and we all clamber out.

The end is near...

As the Imperials call out names I sigh.

I always thoughts I'd die differently, on some great adventure or something. Not at a public execution. When it's my turn to have my name called out, the mans face twists into confusion and he asks me to state my name and race. I reply with: Elsia and... Nord. Well I used to be anyway. The man looks at me and something clicks in his head. He then continues as normal and asks his superior what his should do next. She just barks at him and tells him that I go to the block. Yay. As the whole thing starts, one of the stormcloaks steps forward and yells at them to hurry up. I smirk. We where all thinking it. I look away when he get beheaded. As much as I've seen my fair share of blood and guts but... this is different. I look up as the legit calls out my name.

There's a roar in the distance. The earth shuddered.

The Legit orders me to the block again. I stumble numbly across and place my head across the block. As the heads man raises the axe, I take a deep breath and wait

The roars here now. A black shape in the sky.