A/N: Hello readers it is I Gilgamesh Alpha. Thank you for clicking my story and I hope you enjoy. Because I'm out of school my friend can not edit my story so I apologize if the grammar is off. Anyway on with the story.

Chapter 1: Helgen Attack

Crap, I wasn't in Skyrim for a week before something happened. It wasn't event my fault. I was walking around in the cold near the Jeral Mountains when I saw some people fighting. Since I was cold, hungry, and weaponless I decided to stay hidden until they were done. In theory that was a good idea but before you know it I'm getting hit in the back of the head with a mace.

When I came to, I found a Nord wearing expensive clothes and a gag, another Nord in nothing short of rags, and a Nord in blue chainmail armor riding in a carriage along a snowy road. Doing a quick check I found I had my fifty septims and my hands were bound.

"Hey lad I'm glad you're awake, I though I hit you a little too hard back there," said the armor wearing one.

"I see so that was you. May I ask why the fuck you hit me? I was perfectly fine behind my tree," I said annoyed. If he hadn't of hit me I coulda been on my merry way. But no not for the Fa family, no we gotta have it the hard way.

Smiling nervously he said, "Sorry thought you were an Imperial Soldier."

Oh yeah their little war. So what if they're fighting why do I have to get put into the middle of it? All I wanted to do was come to Skyrim and have an adventure, eat some food, find a nice girl, drink some mead, and is that such a bad thing.

Sending the man a glare and rubbing the back of my head I said tersely, "Yeah yeah yeah, so what's going on? What's up with the carriage?"

"Well the Imperials think you're a Stormcloak," He said sheepishly.

"Great," I said exasperated. How come I keep getting screwed? What's next the apocalypse? I swear as soon as they let me off I'm gone.

"Humph, you know me and you don't belong here. If you Stormcloaks hadn't come I could be half way to Hammerfell!" spat the one in rags.

"Yeah, Hammerfell is pretty nice this time of year," I stated off-handedly.

The one in armor replied, "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."

The Imperial soldier driving the cart groaned, "Shut up back there!"

The rag wearing Nord snorted, and then looked at the expensive clothes wearing Nord sitting across from him. "What's wrong with him, huh?"

"Watch your tongue!" the Nord in armor snapped, "You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!"

The rag wearing Nord's eyes widened. "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion! If they've captured you..." the rag wearing Nord began to shiver and I could tell it wasn't from the cold.

After a few minutes of silence the armor wearing one said, "Names Ralof by the way."

Glancing at him I sighed and said, "Darnek Fa pleased to meet you."

Ralof motioned to the guy in rags before asking his name. Nervously he said, "Lo-Lokir, Lokir of Rorikstead."

Deciding to check my surroundings I realized instead of traveling to a fort or a prison to lock us up we were headed to a town, Helgen if I recalled correctly. Wait if the aren't taking us to a prison then. Holy shit they were going to execute us. I began to panic. I couldn't die here, especially because of a misunderstanding.

As the carriage rolled into town I saw villagers on their porches looking and whispering at us. Off to one side were General Tullius and a few high-ranking Altmer. I don't know what it was about Altmer but they just had smiles I wanted to slap off their faces. As the carriage continued we stopped in a courtyard like area where we were told to get off one by one as they called our names. Poor Lokir got shot by an arrow when he tried to run away.

When it was my turn to be called the soldier hesitated before asking, "Who, are you?"

"Darnek Fa of Dragonstar," I answered proudly.

"Captain he isn't on the list," the soldier said.

"Damn right I'm not. You see this is all a big misunders-"

"I don't care. He goes to the block!" the captain interrupted.

"Bitch," I hissed under my breath. Of course this would happen to me. Damn you Akatosh.

Once I had gotten into line General Tullius began a speech directed at Ulfric and his Stormcloaks. "Ulfric Stormcloak... Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the voice to murder his King and usurp his throne," Ulfric's eyes narrowed and he grunted something illegible due to gag in his mouth, "You started this war! Plunged Skyrim into chaos! And now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace!"

During this a loud screech was heard in throughout the mountains around Helgen that seemed to pierce my ears. When a priest began giving us last rites one of the Stormcloaks interrupted her then stepped forward and kneeled before the chopping block.

The Stormcloak then said, "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials! Can you say the same?"

Once his head was in the basket and Ralof said a few words I waited for the next person to be called. When the Captain said my name with a sadistic smirk the same screeching sound was heard, this time closer. I don't know why but it caused something in me to be very afraid. I was even more afraid of my imminent death.

When I got in front of the chopping block I turned and asked, "Can you at least move the other guys head?" I was answered with a harsh push down.

"I'll take that as a no," again I was pushed down.

When I looked up and saw the executioner raising his axe I had three thoughts going through my head. One, my life officially sucks. Two, I wish I had just one more sweet roll. And Three, HOLY SHIT THAT'S A DRAGON.

All of a sudden a dragon landed on top of a watchtower. It was chaos. Everyone screamed and ran as the dragon called shouted forth a rain of fire. In a haze I could feel someone helping me up and dragging me off.

When my vision cleared I could see Ralof carrying me over to a watchtower yelling, "Come on lad the gods won't give us another chance."

Once we were inside Ralof turned to Ulfric and asked, "What is that thing? Could the legends be true?"

In a gravely monotone voice Ulfric replied, "Legends don't burn down villages."

Trying to think rationally in this irrational situation I yelled, "I'm going up top to see if I can find a way out of here."

Running up the steps I ran straight into a Stormcloak soldier trying to clear away rubble. Running to help him the wall next to me exploded open and I was knocked down the steps the dragon fire a white-hot stream of fire burning the soldier alive.

Groaning I got up and rubbed the back of my sore head. Cursing under my breath I ran to the newly formed hole and looked out. It was complete carnage. Children were crying as the held onto their parents. Soldiers tried to fight the dragon to no avail. The dragon was so fast the streaked past before you could notch an arrow.

Ralof came up next to me, "Alright lad we have to jump down into there. We'll meet up later." He then jumped down and ran off.

Then I jumped down onto a bed below and ran out of the building. When I got outside I saw the soldier from earlier saving a man and his child.

When he saw me he said, "You're still alive Redguard? Come with me if you want to keep it that way."

Deciding to follow the man with a sword I ran after him. As we ran I could see mages launching fireballs at the beast and archers desperately trying to shoot it out of the sky. It of course didn't even faze the beast as it called down fire upon the soldiers. As the guard and I ran we came to a wall when the guard stopped and pushed me against the wall. Before I could protest the dragon landed on the wall, his clawed wing mere inches from my face. Holding my breath I waited until the dragon took off again to breathe.

Offering the guard my thanks we ran off to find cover. As we ran I saw Ralof coming towards us. He was carrying an iron war axe and a few burns were evident.

When the guard saw Ralof he shouted, "Ralof, you damn traitor. Out of my way!"

"We're escaping, Hadvar!" Ralof replied, "You're not stopping us this time."

"Fine, I hope the Dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!"

Ralof glanced at me as he ran past us as if asking me to follow him. Hadvar ran towards the other side yelling for me to follow. Thinking for a second I decided to follow Hadvar. Once we were inside Hadvar pushed the doors shut before leaning against them and sighing.

After a moment he pushed off and grabbed a knife on his belt, "Here let me get those bindings off."

Before he could cut them I said, "Wait."

"What is it?" he asked in confusion.

Instead of answering I focused magicka into my palm and thought Flames before a tiny flame appeared in my hand and I burned the rope. I was a little pissed I hadn't thought of this before

"Hmm I see. I wouldn't have pegged you to be a mage," Hadvar said with his arms crossed.

With a smirk I answered, "Because I'm not. I'm a spellsword."

Accepting the answer Hadvar went off to a chest saying, "Look around for some gear while I look for something to help with these burns. Then we can rest a bit."

A/N: Pretty epic eh. Anyway if you're wondering why some of the actual talking from the game wasn't added or it was altered, it is because I got the idea for this story at 2:00 am after playing Skyrim for 4 hours. So again I apologize. And don't forget to R.E.R. (Read, Enjoy, and Review).

Alpha out.