Ok. This is my first story on FanFiction so I will start by saying, I own nothing from Bethesda's works. Only Aeyai is mine... So far.
A lot of the speech involved will be different from the game. I wanted to make this story special to my character.
All I wanted was to move to Skyrim. Find a partner maybe, have children. Settle down. Live a happy, quiet life. Get a job mining or smithing or maybe open up a shop. But of course it wasn't that simple. I just so happened to run into an Imperial ambush.
Jolting awake, the first thing I noticed was that, contrary to normal mornings, I was sitting down instead of lying down. The next thing I noticed was that, whatever I was sitting on, was moving.
Opening my eyes, I realised that I was sitting in a cart with three men. None of them I had seen before in the 20 years I had lived in Middle Earth.
The men in the cart were all different from the others. One, a Stormcloak soldier who was blonde and, by the look of him, strong. The man sat next to him, wearing tatty clothing, was in the same position as me, innocent. To my right, another man was slumped. He gave off the distinct impression that he was, in some way, high ranking, perhaps a Jarl? I turned my attention to the blonde Stormcloak who had just leaned towards me.
"Finally awake? Was beginning to think you weren't going to awaken. I apologise for this, by the way. Not being one of us, but still getting caught up in the traps. Sorry. Anyway. How are you? You hit your head pretty hard." He said before lifting his bound hands to my head and awkwardly moving my hair out of my face.
"You have nothing to apologise for. This was not your fault. Yes I am awake. Would you do me the favour of answering a few of the questions floating around in my head sir?" I replied politely, as that was the way I was raised to be.
"Oh please, no 'sirs'. But of course, what would you like to know?" He sat back in his place but kept his eyes firmly on mine.
"Thank you. First of all, what are your names?" I said as I gestured to all three men.
"Well, I am Ralof. This guy." He pointed to the man in rags sat beside him "I do not know. Apologies. But the man you are currently sat next to." He gestured to the man, who, I had just noticed, had a rag wrapped tightly around his head with part shoved in his mouth, ensuring he could not speal. No doubt the work of one of the imperial soldiers. ".. is Ulfric Stormcloak", THE Ulfric!? "Jarl of Windhelm and leader of the Stormcloaks". Ralof proudly stated, while Ulfric sat up at the mention of his name and looked at Ralof before turning his attention in my direction.
I simply waved and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you My Lord". I smiled sweetly, so as to not give off the wrong impression to the man who had such an influence in her life. In return he inclined his head slightly in recognition of what I had said. After a moment of 'analytical' thought on Ulfric, I turned my attention back to Ralof. "Now, secondly, I know I was caught in the middle of the firing line in one of the Imperial's ambush's, but can you tell me where we are headed?"
"But of course, miss…?" Ralof scrunched his eyes a little while trying to remember if I had told him my name or not.
"Aeyai."
"Aeyai. You have a beautiful name. Well Aeyai, we are going towards Helgen."
So. Let me know what you think. Am open to suggestions and ideas as to what might happen throughout the story.
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A.x