I hope you guys will enjoy my first ever Fanfic! Comments and feedback will help!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, it belongs to Bethesda.

Chapter 1

"Hey!"

A human's voice by the sound of it … Nord, I think. I opened my eyes and glared at the blonde man wearing a blue Cuirass. I was angry because I had no idea where I was, I couldn't recall who I was, and lastly he woke my up from my nap. I grumbled,

"Whats the big idea *YAWN*, I was sleeping..."

"No you weren't. You got knocked out by the Bandit driving this cart, like myself."

I remembered now, my name is Pelagius Maximum of the 3rd Imperial Army Scouting Core, I was in a scouting mission to find hidden Stormcloak camps in random places in Skyrim. Praefect Lucius split my group into single units. The last thing I remembered was engaging a lone Stormcloak soldier that I spotted and being knocked out by another man in leather armor. I noticed that the two men I was with were the same from my memory. I would have broken something of theirs if my hands weren't bound.

"Wait a Akatosh damn minute! You two brought me into this mess! You were the Stormcloak, and you the driver, you're the Bandit!" I seethed aloud.

"So what, Milkdrinker!" the Stormcloak insulted.

"Oh, you two are so dead when I report your asses to General Tullius and I hope you two will rot in Castle Dour's Dungeon!" I threatened.

The Brenton Bandit rolled his eyes and looked back to the road. The Rebel gave me a "I don't give an Oblivion" look.

"You to love ones should talk nicely, because we got a day before we arrive at my groups cave!"he joked without turning around. Me and the Stormcloak looked at him shock, a day! Where in Oblivion are we?

2 Hours Later

We stared at each other in silence, arms crossed, with angry glares, the Rebel broke the silence.

"My name is Folar of the great Clan Grey-Mane in Whiterun rank Ice-Veins, how about you?"

I looked at him in disgust but I gave in. "I'm Pelagius Maximum of the Imperial Scouting Core, rank Quaestor." I said in one breath.

Folar looked at me in confusion, a jolly smile then crossed his face and he tried to clap his cuffed hands. "Hey, were the same rank, besides us being in different armies, Friend!"

Friend? Really? He was right though we were both second rank in our own armies. He told me about how he joined the Stormcloaks, and I told him how I joined the Legion. He told me that we were from the same orphanage in the dock city of Riften when we were little. He somehow remembered when we were children we used to argue about if the Empire was really just pawns for the Aldmeri Dominion. He also told me how we used to sneak into the sewers of Riften and go to the Thieves Guild's tavern, the Ragged Flagon, and annoy the bartender by shooting him with slingshots and running away from him back to the surface. Folar then told me he was planning to leave the Stormcloaks because he didn't approve of what his army would do to Imperial POWs.

For the rest of the day we chatted about simple stuff like if we had any special mistresses back home, and if we had friends and family waiting for us. The Brenton criminal suddenly stopped the wagon.

"Alright, were here!"