A/N: Well hello there. *wink* This is the first fanfiction I have ever written, so there is an extremely high chance of it being absolute poop. But hey, it's worth trying. I'm gonna rate this as high as possible because I don't know what I might add into the story, so things could get kinda NSFW. Constructive criticism would be very much appreciated, I'd like to try and make this at least slightly enjoyable XD And yes. I know I skipped the carriage ride thingy. And yes. I know I changed a lot of the dialog. I dislike sticking to the game dialog because it is repetitive and boring, and this way I can make the story my own and I don't know about you guys, but I find the beginning of the game to be extremely boring. Also the part with the keep. BOOOORING. So yeah, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 1: Damn it all.

"And who are you?"

"I don't suppose my name really matters. I'm about to be executed for nothing, anyway."

"… We don't have any Bretons on the list, Captain."

"Forget the list. She goes to the block."

"I'm sorry. We'll be sure to send your remains back to High Rock. Follow the Captain, prisoner."

I just had to walk into Skyrim at the wrong bloody moment.

I got captured by a bunch of half-wit soldiers who think I'm part of some idiotic rebellion, then carted off to some town named Helgen to be executed. What fun. An old man began talking to one of the men that came here on the same wagon as me, the one with the gag. Something about a restoring peace? I wasn't really listening.

There was a strange noise just then. Like a roar, but it was distant, and seemed strangely familiar.

"What was that?"

"It's nothing. Carry on."

I sighed as a as things resumed and a priestess began blathering. What a shame. I was looking forward to exploring around Skyrim. It seemed rather nice from what I had heard.

A Nord man yelled at the priestess to be quiet and walked towards the block.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

Chop.

Ugh.

A degrading death for a brave man.

"You Imperial bastards!"

"Justice!"

"Death to the Stormcloaks!"

These people need to learn how to be nice. Gosh.

"Next, the Breton!"

Another roar.

The people around me seemed more confused than before. Usually, I would have taken the opportunity to run, but someone already tried.

They didn't get very far.

"…I said next prisoner!"

"To the block prisoner, nice and easy."

I looked to the sky as I walked slowly towards the block and was pushed to the ground. Maybe it was a storm. Either way, it didn't matter. Ugh, disgusting. They could have at least removed the Nord's head before putting me here. I turned my head.

Something flew out from behind the mountains.

It roared.

My heart stopped.

"What in Oblivion is that?!"

"Sentries, what do you see?"

It couldn't be.

"DRAGON!"

It was.

The thing opened its jaws and let forth a horrible noise. Pain exploded in my head from the volume. The sky turned a murky colour, the clouds swirled and fire rained upon the town. Everything sounded muffled, but I could just about hear someone telling me to get up. I staggered to my feet and followed another of the men who was in the wagon with me into a tower near by. I fell to my knees and gasped for air. People everywhere were injured. I already passed a few corpses on my way to the tower. I shakily stood up again. The pain in my head had subsided enough for me to think properly. I looked around and found the gagged man in the tower with us, only he wasn't gagged, and was talking to the other man.

"-could the legends be true?!"

"Legends don't burn down villages."

Wise. However, I wasn't too keen on staying around to hear this guy anymore. There was a set of stairs near by, I bolted up them, towards another man, just to see the dragons head smashed through the wall and burn the poor man to ashes. The heat was unbearable. Yet I was unscathed. The dragon turned its head and looked at me.

"Yol…" I breathed the word out without thinking and the dragon seemed to grin.

Dovahkiin.

It said my name. But, that wasn't my name! That wasn't even in a language I spoke! The thing flew off again and one of the men came up the stairs. I was too mesmerised to pay attention to him, but I could see a house from the hole made by the dragon and part of the floor was showing. I walked towards said hole and measured the distance as well as I could. I moved back, ran forwards, then jumped. I landed on my side, and definitely cracked a rib or two.

"Damn!" I yelled as my side burned. There was a bloody dragon flying around right now, my ribs could wait. I scrambled towards a gap in the flooring and tumbled down to ground level. I ran out, right into the soldier that asked for my name.

"What's happening?!" I screamed at him. He looked at me in shock and after spluttering a bit, he grabbed my shoulder and dragged me along with him.

"I don't know, prisoner, but stick close to me and you'll be fine."

I went along with him without objection. He may have tried to execute me, but he might give me more time to live. We ran down a small path between a house and a wall, which the dragon then landed on, I was shoved against the wall and I watched as fire erupted from the beasts mouth. It flew away, and the force of the wind from its wings nearly knocked me over. The soldier pulled me along to near what looked like a keep. The man from before appeared and began arguing with the soldier. I looked around, deciding that the soldier wasn't the best person to be with now, considering my 'prisoner' status, I ran towards the other man and together, we entered the keep.

"My name is Ralof. What's yours?" Ralof pulled out a dagger and cut the ropes around my wrists.

"Lilith. Pleased to meet you." I rubbed my wrists and sighed deeply.

"Nice to meet you too. Shame the circumstances are so grim." He handed me some armour he had pulled off of a nearby corpse. "You're going to need this." I gladly accepted it and began putting it on. I found a war axe and held it with my right hand. I preferred ranged weapons, but this would have to do. Concentrating, I summoned the Flames spell to my left hand, and nodded to Ralof. I saw shadows on the wall of a corridor on the other side of a locked door, and voices soon followed them. Ralof and I ducked out of sight and waited for the people to come through.

As the door opened, I let a stream or flames loose on the Captain that had attempted to decide my fate, she screamed and reached for her sword, but her hand was unable to grasp it as I hacked at her shoulder with the war axe. Ralof had finished with her companion, and quickly finished the woman off for me. We turned and began travelling down the corridor they came from, and through the keep.

I stumbled out of the cave with Ralof and immediately collapsed onto the floor. Ralof followed and flopped down next to me.

"I think we're all that made it out." He leant back against a rock and wiped the sweat from his brow. The dragon flew over us, and for a moment I thought that entire ordeal was for nothing. However, it continued flying, and disappeared into the distance.

"You know, the place I'm from, Riverwood, is near here. You could travel there with me. My sister would be glad to help you out." I looked at the sky, considering what he had said.

"That's a very kind offer, Ralof, but I don't want to bother you anymore than I already have. You have my thanks for getting me out of the chaos in that village, and I will be sure to visit you and your sister another time, but I cam to Skyrim to explore, and I plan to do so. Again, thank you. I'll see you soon, hopefully." I smiled and stood up, decided on a direction and began walking.

Hopefully this blasted country was worth the trouble it had caused so far.