A/N: Hey guys a new Skyrim fanfic this one longer! I'm gonna try first person this time! Expect good stuffs (will evolve into a Cicero pairing)
"I'm a good person, I'm a good person, I'm a good person!" I repeated over and over to myself. The weather was cold as death itself, and a slight mist had shrouded the stony road. I felt a drop of liquid fall on my face; the trees above seemingly wept at the innocent men and women with me. We were guiltless, I had done no wrong. I never did, I never have. I was always a good Breton girl, who combed her long blonde hair and did her chores properly. I had come from a good, hard-working family. A decent bloodline, no history in crime; every one of us was an example of a perfect citizen. Yet, here I was, the skin of my wrist sheared from the binds, the smell of blood surrounding me, and a look of fear in the eyes of all who were bound with me. My head was cast down, staring at my binds; I shouldn't be here! I did nothing wrong! I had gotten lost in the woods and couldn't find my way through the dark confines of dusk; from what was to be another routine harvesting of snowberries, turned into a dirty and dark battle for my life.
I had heard voices and an overwhelming feeling of relief swept through me; I ran to the source. Little did I know I would intrude upon a small battle between two groups of people; the ones dressed in steel armor trudged through the ranks of blue dressed soldiers. I was entranced by the sight, and I didn't know whether to be afraid or calm by the sight. It appeared that the soldiers in steel won and had captured the opposing offenders; I took one single step forward, stepping on a couple of branches; the sound caught the attention of one soldier, who quickly turned his scarred face towards my location. As soon as our eyes met, fear took over me; I fled in the opposite direction. Shouting rang through my ears and I could hear my beating heart pound at such high celerity in my chest. I heard the shouting along with running feet come closer; and fear completely took over; adrenaline surging through me, blood flowing like fire in my veins, I sprinted ahead, dodging trees, rocks, anything in my path. I had no idea where I was going, and if I had, I probably would have escaped, but then I had run into a dead end, a cliff that nearly sent me to my death as I tripped, sliding over to the edge. I looked and swore I couldn't see the bottom; the sun was rising.
A group, about four or five of them came from the forest and I shook with terror as they slowly cornered me in, with no chance of escaping. They grabbed me; big men with the scent of blood mixed with sweat subdued my short frame. I tried to fight back, kicking, shoving, anything to escape, but to no avail. They tied my wrists together and dragged my body to wherever they pleased, ending up on a cart with other captives.
Now, we were approaching a town; one of unfamiliarly. I glanced at a sign which spelled out, "Helgen," again a name I was incredibly unfamiliar with. As the cart pulled through the town I overheard a comment coming from across from me. The voice was deep and robust, filled with dark and elegiac tone.
"End of the line." The man across from me said, and I shuddered in fear in realization. We were all going to die. I was petrified by the comment, why was this happening!? I had done nothing wrong! No crime, no treachery, I didn't even know where I was! The cart came to a halt at the edge of the town, and the other prisoners stepped of; facing their doom. I wasn't even conscious as my legs moved on their own and walked over in line behind the others. My mind was blank, knowing that I would be only a memory soon. My ears barely gathered information from the names that were called out loud. The names, "Ulfric Stormcloak," or, "Ralof of Riverwood," were not forming a connection to my mind. When a man asked me to approach him my mind drew a blank as he asked me for my name.
My name? What was my name? Who am I? Why am I here?
All these questions flooded and clouded my mind like the mist that was starting to clear. I was so frightened, that I still believe to this day that I stopped breathing, yet when he asked me a second time, I was knocked back into reality.
"My name? I-it's Reza. Reza Crossfire…" I answered back in more of a plea. The man who questioned me looked through the paper he was holding, searching intently; gently moving his brown locks to get a better look at the paper. After a minute, he, with an estranged look, glanced over to the woman standing next to him.
"Captain, what should we do? She's not on the list." He queried. His words made me feel relieved knowing that this mistake would be cleared up and I could go home. The first thing I would do was to embrace my mother and father and tell them how much I loved them!
"Forget the list! She goes to the block." The stern captain replied. I was devastated; I literally felt my knees buckle, as if I was going to suddenly collapse. What! No this cannot be right, I didn't do anything wrong! The man's apologies didn't register as I was pushed toward the block, seeing a soldier that was dressed in blue, have his head decapitated with the swiftness of a rabbit. My eyes widened in fear and I felt tears fill my eyes. Hearing my name being called next, I was pushed to the block, shoved unto the ground, leaving my pale neck exposed to the cold stone and the executioner. My tears mixed with the blood below me as the scent of fresh blood invaded my nostrils. I saw the executioner raise his weapon, my eyes shutting at my soon-to-be fate. As if the gods were answering my inner prayers a loud ruble and lurid roar came from above, I quickly opened my eyes to see a creature, black as night, and wings of cold; his demonic red eyes and sharp scales glistening in the light. A roar of great proportion emanated from the creatures throat, the sound causing the executioner to fall from his position. I quickly turned to see a familiar man shout at me to follow him. With adrenaline coming back, I quickly followed him into a large tower, charging up the stairs to escape, but the creature busted through the stone tower, scorching a man from the inside. I almost fell backwards, but caught myself as panic over took me and made me do stupid and idiotic things. I jumped through the hole in the building and fell onto a house that was next to it, wincing in pain as I landed on the floor boards. I composed myself hurriedly and sprinted towards the end of the room, jumping through a hole in the floor and landing below, I ran outside and ran into the street, but I felt a strong hand on my shoulder pull me back. I was about to throw a fist, but a roaring fire was about a foot in front of me. The heat burned the top layer of my skin. I turned to see the person who saved me; it was the man from before who had apologized about my sentence.
"Still alive prisoner? Stay with me if you want to keep it that way!" he demanded and he ran ahead and I quickly trailed behind him. After a maze of charred houses, we approached the Helgen keep, but we were soon stopped by the familiar blue dressed soldier.
"Ralof, you damned traitor! Out of my way!" my companion roared in anger at soldier.
"We're escaping Hadvar, you're not stopping us this time!" Ralof answered back harshly. I saw Hadvar growl before answering.
"Fine! I hope the dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!" he shouted, making his way to the keep. My childhood fears came into reality; the creature with those cold, back wings was a dragon! A legendary creature that was to be truly feared; a violent and malevolent creature that brought only destruction to the world they inhabited. The cold realization hit me like a blow to the head; when Ralof and Hadvar both demanded my following I had a choice. Do I go with a man who was innocent like me, or do I go with the kind man who sympathized with my sentence? I was caught in the moment and just dove for one of the doors, opening it with my bound hands and closing it rapidly, feeling the rush of safety from the walls of the keep.
I panted, desperate to cling to the oxygenated air that filled my lungs; my body still shaking from fear and dread. I was only given a moment of peaceful tranquility before I heard a grunt. Turning around Hadvar quickly grabbed my wrists and used a dagger to cut through my binds; jumped backwards, frightened by the sudden action. He tossed me a sword made of iron, expecting me to catch it, though he was disappointed as I flinched away, allowing it to clatter to the floor. He sighed deeply and rubbed his brow in disgust, I felt embarrassed, but I didn't know what else to do! I'd never even fought with sticks, let alone a real weapon! How did he expect me to be able to use such a dangerous thing? I could kill someone with that!
"If you want to get out of here alive, you'll need to be able to use that." Hadvar commented, handing me some strong leather armor to put on. I took the armor hesitantly, and turned around to put it on me. It was a loose fit, but at least it would provide me some protection. I looked toward the iron sword on the ground to my left. I stared deeply at the blade; the gray blade was darkened by dry blood, the edges sharp enough to tear through flesh with ease. The weapon fascinated me; I reluctantly reached for it, gripping the handle with great strength. The sensation was…strange. Hadvar called to me, making his way through the keep, I followed in silence, glancing around for any movement. A few minutes later, we began to hear voices, Hadvar held up his hand to indicate silence, he peered his head around the corner, seeing some blue dressed soldiers that Hadvar identified as Stormcloaks, rummaging around the keep, behind an iron barred door. Hadvar turned to me and took a deep breath. "You'll need to attack once I get the gate open, can you do that?" He barely gave me a moment to speak before he was over at the gate unlocking it and opening it, surprising the Stormcloak soldiers. Hadvar, with sword in hand, had thrust blade into one soldier, blood spurting as he pulled it out. My heart pounded in terror as one of the soldiers charged at me with a large battle axe, roaring a merciless battle cry. My actions weren't my own as my limbs quickly took the iron sword and in a large swooping motion sliced through the flesh of his chest, blood dripping as he fell to the floor dead. An overwhelming feeling overcame me, a feeling that I never had experienced before. The scent of blood in the air, the sight of an enemy suffer as I cut through their skin, the death cries of them, the blood; the vast amount of blood that covered my boots, the blood that sprawled all over me, dripping on my pale face, near my mouth. This feeling, this excitement, it felt so…so…good…My lips curled into a mad smile and my tongue slowly licked the corner of my mouth; I tasted the flavor of copper; blood that was left after the kill. I was no longer there.
It was like looking through someone else's eyes as I rushed to Hadvar, killing those around him. I backstabbed one victim, another was decapitated. It was all so cryptic, the wave of electricity surging through me as I myself felt the souls of the Stormcloaks disappear from the living. We went through the keep, killing every single Stormcloak there, leaving no mercy! The spiders, the bear, they were no match for my sword! We got out through a cave, and I was giddy, wanting more of that glorious feeling! That utter rush from the sight of the blood; from the kill itself…who? What, what am I saying? What, what am I doing. The crazed feeling I once had disappeared and was replaced with disbelief and guilt. I dropped the sword on the soil below, it cluttered and I looked from the blood covered sword to my hands, they too, soaked with the crimson liquid. I didn't know what to think, my mind went blank. I started to shake, afraid of the actions I had committed; what has been wrong with me? I had never done something so…violent before, I had never fought with my siblings, how did it come to this? I had no knowledge of fighting, yet I had killed those people with such ease. Even Hadvar said he was surprised about my skill.
"What have I done?" I whispered, collapsing to the ground, Hadvar rushed to me.
"You alright, what's wrong?" he asked me concerned about my current state. I wouldn't be able to answer him though, bec use suddenly my body went cold, and darkness quickly enveloped me.
*o*
I woke up, in an unfamiliar abode, hearing faint whispers and the cackling of a dying fire.
"Ahh, looks like you've awakened." A man said in relief. The man, I realized, was Hadvar, the man I had escaped with. I sat up in the bed, a headache rushing to my head. My hand went up to it, gripping it hard, it was so utterly painful!
"What happened?" I groaned, removing the furs that covered me, getting off the bed to stand. Once I stood however, blood rushed to my head and my vision clouded. I felt myself start to fall, but Hadvar quickly caught me, putting me back on the bed.
"Not so fast! You blacked out on me as we left the cave, I don't understand why though, you seemed fine during the fight." Hadvar said. I was puzzled.
"Fight? What fight? I've never fought before in my life." I said, hoping that he was joking, but he stared at me curiously. I stared back, only to find out that he wasn't kidding, knowing that I had fought; my memory flooded back into me. The blood, the bodies, the rush…"Oh gods, what have I done!" I screamed, covering my face in my hands. Tears began to pour from my eyes, what had I done? I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see Hadvar trying to comfort me. I turned away, I couldn't look at him. I had killed people…I…I was supposed to be a good person, yet here I was, with the death of numerous people on my conscience. I had never done anything like this before. "I'm supposed to be a good person," I said covering my face again, "but I killed people!" I continued to cry, distraught by the realization of my unholy actions.
"They were attacking us," I heard Hadvar say, "You did nothing wrong, you defended yourself, and your country." His last statement confused me, I had no idea where I was, what country was I even in?
"Where am I?" I asked looking at him questioningly. He raised an eyebrow at my question.
"Why, you're in Skyrim." He replied.
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