A/N: So Hylian Campfire Stories is on indefinite hiatus until I can come up with something to surpass that stories case of writer's block. However, this little story is based off my current PC file of Skyrim, where I tried to make my character resemble Impa and named her after the character. So now, I thought "What could I do with the scenario if HW Impa was just chucked into Skyrim's story and made into a Dragonborn because of the shift?" Well, I'm gonna find out with this one. I'll be trying to make this a lot like my way of playing Skyrim in terms of who Impa joins up with, but you won't find out what that is until it comes along. Let's go!

Ugh…

Still groggy… where am I?

"Hey, you. You're finally awake."

Impa snapped to attention as she raised her head to look at the speaker. A man in blue light armor, sitting across from her. She was in a horse cart going downhill and her hands were tied. The horses were being driven by some official-looking men in armor. She looked back to the man who had spoken to her.

"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." Impa was now only vaguely listening to the man as she began to scan her surroundings, staying silent. Behind them was another cart, carrying confiscated items. Within it she could spot her Biggoron's Sword and her Shekiah Naginata. She'd need to remember to retrieve those when she escaped… Soon, the cart entered a town and stopped. Impa stood and followed the other prisoners, having heard something about a rebellion that the man she'd been sitting next to had led, which she for now considered unimportant. She was too busy trying to subtly untie her hands when she was called forward. She looked up at the two officials standing before her.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Impa, native to the land of Hyrule and the last of the Shekiah tribe. I do not know how I came here, but I suspect a magic accident."

"Uh-huh. Not exactly implausible, given what some magic users are like, but however you got here, it may have been a bad time." The man turned to his superior. "Captain, what do we do? She's not on the list."

"Forget the list. She goes to the block" the captain snarled. Impa would have shouted in outrage, but she figured that would possibly get her shot or picked to go first. She still needed time to untie herself. As it turned out, she was not first to go. She was to be second. Thankfully, she had the ropes weak. As she followed instructions, she noticed something huge hovering overhead, and apparently, so did someone else.

"WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT?"

The speaker didn't have to wait long to find out what it was as something large, gray and scaly crashed down on a keep.

"DRAGON!" someone screamed. Said reptile roared, sending a deafening sound through the town. Impa pulled her hands free and raced for her items, snatching up her weapons and her Adventure Pouch, stowing her naginata inside while strapping her sword across her back and then quickly following the Stormcloak soldiers into another keep.

"Jarl Ulfric, was that really a dragon? Could the legends be true?"

"Legends don't burn down villages. Come on, we need to get out of here before that thing burns this keep down with us in it."

Impa was not sure if she could trust Ulfric, but she knew that right now, he was right. As she ran up the stairs, the wall in front of her exploded into dust and stone and a cone of pure white hot flame blasted through the hole, an attack she just barely avoided. Strangely, seconds before the flame shot through, she could swear she heard a deep, gruff voice say "Toor… Shul!" Brushing off the strange words, and seeing that the dragon had moved on, she leaped out of the hole and onto another roof. The entire town was on fire, and people were either lying burned in the street, running for their lives, or trying to kill the dragon. Impa would have joined in the fighting, but she could tell that this dragon was too strong to kill at this time. Dropping down to ground level and rushing through the town, Impa heard a voice calling her.

"Still alive, prisoner? Stick with me if you want to stay that way!" Noticing the Imperial soldier who had not agreed to her execution earlier, she charged after him, dodging fireball after fireball. As she looked up at the attacking beast, it caught her eye. Instantly, the monster shot her a look that Impa instantly realized was full of pure hatred, the likes of which she had only seen in Ganondorf. Eventually, they ran into the Stormcloak who had been sitting across from Impa in the cart.

"Ralof, you traitor! Get out of our way!"

"We're leaving, Hadvar. You can't stop us this time!"

"Fine! I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!"

Unsure of who to follow for a minute, Impa eventually chased after Ralof, the Stormcloak, following him into the Helgen Keep. Once inside, she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

"That thing was a dragon, no doubt about it. The bringers of the End Times." Ralof shuddered at the thought, but he steeled himself and faced the Shekiah. "We need to get out of here. Take some of Gunjar's gear if you want, but I don't think you need it. Not with a weapon like that. May want to take his gold, though; I doubt any money you may have is acceptable here. See if we can get either of these gates open." Impa moved to inspect the left gate when she heard voices approaching. Both she and Ralof hid, when the gate swung open to reveal an Imperial soldier and the Captain that had ordered her execution for nothing. Ralof drew his sword and clashed with the soldier, and Impa and the Captain faced off. The Captain opened her mouth to say something- and never got a syllable out. Impa had drawn her Biggoron's Sword and taken the Captain's head off in a single lightning-fast strike, leaving the others in the room speechless. Not wasting time, Impa dashed across the room and cleaved the Imperial soldier down the middle with another strike. Ralof shook his head and picked his jaw up off the floor.

"Thank you for the assistance. I'd wondered exactly how skilled you were with a weapon that huge, and now I'm kicking myself for ever underestimating you. I'm certainly glad you're on my side. Try and search the Captain for a key to the gate over there."

Impa smiled and turned to do so. She needed to get out of here and find out more about this place, and if there was any way to return home. She was determined not to fail.

A/N: First chapter done! This story is now taking precedence over Hylian Campfire Stories, since this is gonna be WAY longer. I will not be completely neglecting that story, but I will be more focused on this one. For those of you wondering, Impa going with Ralof does not guarantee her joining the Stormcloaks. This will take a long time, but it should be a fun one. Of course, I'm gonna have to try and fit various side quests in with the main storyline, but I should be able to do that fairly easily. Also, just to head this off at the pass, I currently have no plans to incorporate Dragonborn and Dawnguard, as I have not begun the quest for Dragonborn outside of the initial cultist attack and I do not own Dawnguard, so I have no knowledge of how that quest goes. I may incorporate them, but if I do, it'll come in after the main quest is over. But, next time, Impa and Ralof head for the caves beneath Helgen to try and escape the dragon's wrath. Where will they end up? Will Impa find out how she ended up in Skyrim and why she was brought there? And what fresh horrors await her in the hostile land of the Nords? Find out in the next chapter! See you guys then!