So I finally got Skyrim. Waited since it first came out. Now I can go into great detail comparing Oblivion to Skyrim and vice versa, but I'll just skip saying each one has their own loveliness to them. But this story will take place in Skyrim, as I am playing that game more so than Oblivion.

Oryna watched as the snow covered trees passed her by. With the mountains surrounding her, this would be a beautiful if not for her current condition. She sat, her wrists tied together, on an old, rigid wagon. She would feel every bump and rock they passed over.

She tried to keep her eyes off of those surrounding her. Those sitting beside her didn't stress her, but the man sitting across from her was the one whom stressed her. His eyes hadn't seemed to leave her person, so she just tried to ignore him.

"Imperial," the man commanded, obviously directed towards Oryna. "What are you doing so far from Cyrodiil?"

Because of his horrible tone, Oryna refused to respond. She didn't want him to think he could just act so mighty. Besides, he was tied up just like her. So she just ignored him.

"Fine. Don't respond," he said with a huff. "I just want something to break this silence."

The guard at the reigns of the wagon started to look a bit irritated. Even though Oryna could only see the back of his head, Oryna knew he was almost over the edge.

"Shut up back there!" the guard snapped, not even looking back.

The man across from Oryna, however, did not even seem phased. He continued on with his conversation, acting like nothing had happened.

"I am the great Tinn Umor, Nord from Whiterun," boasted the man.

Even through this... Tinn's talk, one could tell he was young. From his appearance, you could see his facial hair-free face and muscular build gave him away as no older than early 22's. His attitude helped distinguish him as such.

After a long pause, Tinn started to fidget.

"You could at least give me your name," he stated. "After all, I introduced myself."

Oryna paused.

"Oryna," she muttered.

Tinn smirked at Oryna finally talking.

"Oryna, huh? Nice name for a nice looking girl," he stated, looking Oryna over. "Though, you cannot be all too nice. You got captured by your own people after all. What did you do to wind up here?"

Oryna would rather not talk about it as it was actually kind of embarrassing. In short, wrong place at the wrong time.

"Hmm, you look slightly embarrassed at the topic," Tinn pointed out the obvious. "Me, myself, I was trying to run. Stepped one foot over the border, and BAM! I wind up here on this wagon."

Tinn was rather loud with his explanation, thus pissing off the guard even more.

"Shut up, or you won't make it to Helgen!" he stated.

Tinn frowned at this threat as he was reminded to what was at the end of this trail. Helgen was the final stop. There, those on the wagon caravan not Imperial soldiers were dead. Oryna felt this grieve too and started to frown. Such emotion radiates and soon the cheerfulness Tinn had given the situation disappeared.

Helgen was soon in sight.

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