Born of Blood
Introduction – The perfect plan
I was sure I could make a better life for myself after I crossed the border into Skyrim; I could happily leave everything behind now and I could start afresh in this cold new land. I thought nothing of it as I climbed over the last great hill before the border and gradually worked my way down the other side. Leaving everything behind had left me feeling nothing but joy and I walked briskly to the checkpoint thinking that all would be simple from here on. I was wrong. Of course I was wrong; nothing could go right for a female Brenton without any reason for being in this Nord land.
The Imperials stopped me at the gate, "What do you need here, Miss? Don't you know that we have closed off the boarder to all travellers?" the man was easily a head taller than I and a great deal angrier, possibly because of the cold.
"What? When did this happen?" I was devastated at the news; this was my last chance, if I stayed in High Rock then... Well, it didn't bear thinking about. "I just want to make a living in Skyrim, I am a mage, I can heal people, protect towns, anything! You have to let me though!" I realised I sounded desperate but in truth, I was. But the man would not budge.
"We have enough beggars in our streets without one more. And what is to say you don't join the Storm Cloaks with your magic? We don't need any more travellers, now leave." He pushed me away from the land that held my freedom and he planted himself squarely in my path almost daring me to try and enter again. I grumbled to myself and turned away, climbing back up the hill. This was not over.
I started to move along the border trying to find a good place to cross without being seen but it looked hopeless; every ridge and stream had at least one Imperial within sight. I was about to give up when I heard a shout from behind me. I quickly looked over my shoulder and saw a procession of Imperials with what must have been prisoners just about to head over the border. This was my chance! I could let myself get caught by these men and they would end up taking me across the border with them. It would be with my hands bound, but surely once I got across I could break my bonds and run away, I had gotten out of stickier situations. This was perfect.
I ran over to the group as they were checked in at the gate and trying to think of something that would get me arrested I did the first thing that came to mind; I took the leading Imperial's helmet. I'm not really sure why I did that but the look on his face was priceless and one I will not quickly forget. Almost instantly all of the guards had drawn their swords, obviously finding my tom-foolery to be much more severe than I expected and before I could apologise and just accept my hands being bound I was struck across the back of my head and the world went black.