If you ever go to Skyrim, be cautious of who you cross and where you go. It certainly can be a cold and unforgiving province of Tamriel. For a young girl named Aesia, this will be a lesson taught through experience.
Aesia is no more than 19 years of age. A true Nord of Skyrim. Her long, dark hair always in two braids, connecting in the back. Stoic, grey eyes filled with kindness. White war paint makes swirls on her oddly clear cheeks. A warrior at heart, and lonely, too. Most recently she's been in Cyrodiil caring for her grandfather, the last surviving person in her family. When he became to ill to go on, and left for Sovngarde, she decided to leave for home. It is after this her story is told.
I woke up in a carriage. I had no doubt of where I was going to end up. The carriage was being driven by an Imperial by the looks of it. I surveyed my surroundings for a moment. I felt warmth rising with my sorrow and worry. I might be heading towards death, but it was in my home, in Skyrim.
After a minute, another Nord noticed I had awoken.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were tryin' to cross the border. Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there." I didn't remember seeing him when I was captured. He must have gotten caught after I was knocked out. Also in the carriage there were two other Nordic men. One was in roughspun tunic like me, and the other was dressed in more regal clothing. The last one struck me as strange, seeing how he was gagged and bound, and the rest of us only the second.
The man in the tunic, a horse thief, babbled about a war and Hammerfell. Then he looked at me, "You there. You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." Then the first prisoner spoke up before I could reply to this.
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now." After this the Imperial man driving the carriage decided this was enough.
"Shut up back there!" I didn't see how that was necessary. It's not like we were planning an escape. Or atleast no one was discussing doing so.
After this I just sat back and listened and watched the three with me. Through this I learned that the gagged prisoner was Ulfric Stormcloak. When I was last in Skyrim, he was just the jarl of Windhelm. Although now it seemed he was the leader of a rebellion. I guess there was alot to catch up on, too bad I wouldn't get the chance.
It seemed the horse thief had just realized this. His reaction wasn't a very knowing. I guess he just thought he was being taken to prison. The first Nord asked him where he was from, saying that a Nord's last thoughts should be of home. He said it was Rorikstead.
I remembered my home. A cabin just outside of Falkreath. Sat near a small, very pretty spring. Many plants grew here, and animals roamed contently. I can still imagine the cave me and my brother had found when we were kids. I guess that man was right, a Nord's last thoughts should be of home. If I made it to Sovngarde after this, or if I didn't, I'll be thinking of home. Of the place where I grew up. Of the place where I last saw my mother, father, and brother. I'm home, riding to my death.