Chapter 2 Escaping Death

When I told him who I was he said, "Another refugee, gods really have it bad for your kind, dark elf. Captain, what do we do; she's not on the list?" Even before the woman spoke I knew I was as good as dead. "Doesn't matter bring her to the block," the woman said not caring about wasting a life. "At your order," he said and looked at me with a look I couldn't tell if it was pity or some useless bullshit sadness. "I'm sorry...we'll make sure your remains are returned to Marrowind."

To this I simply nodded accepting my future death which would happen in only a matter of minutes. "Follow the captain, prisoner," he finished saying which just might be the last words I hear. Being dubbed as "prisoner" really does tick me off, but what can a poor dark elf do when running away would only lead to death just like that damned thief. I am so glad he's dead, but only wish his wasn't so swift and wasn't seen coming. While these thoughts were running through my mind I simply followed the captain to where the other prisoners were standing.

When I was standing next to Ralaf, who is somewhat of a friend now, one of the commanders, I think, started talking to Ulfric. The only thing I could do was roll my eyes at what he was saying, for I did not give not one single fuck. He got none of them from me and I'm sure he expected none which is great. I blinked my eyes in confusion when I heard a loud roaring sound. Where it came from I do not know, but this might mean something good could happen to me.

The one who I thought was a commander was actually a general...hmm...not bad. Either way, when everything was quickly calmed down the lady in orange robes started to say a prayer for us. Before she could even finish the damned thing, one of the Stormcloaks interrupted her. He is clearly too eager to die, which of course, is FUCKING STUPID! Why would someone want to rush their death like that? The stupidity of this land cease to amaze me, but I won't have time to dwell on this long, or at least that's what I had thought.

After he was beheaded many of the refugees started shouting and say things I hardly payed any attention to. Before I knew what was happened I turned out to be next. Just my fucking luck, ne? Just after she said it was my turn we heard another roar, the same as earlier but louder. The bitch got impatient and said, "I said NEXT prisoner." I sent daggers at her with my eyes as I slowly walked over to the block. My mind was a complete and utter blank, until I started to think of all my friends. It was like quick flashback with all the times I've had with them. I regret...nothing.

As the executioner rose his axe to cut my head off a dragon appeared out of no where roaring and landed on one of the towers, knocking the executioner to the ground from the force. I let myself have a sigh of relieve, but was soon knocked out of where I knelled by the "voice" of that dragon. I quickly got up and made my escape.

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I entered the Keep with Ralaf and it seems we are the only two who was able to get inside. He saw his brother lying dead and said he'll meet his brother in Savngarde one day and I said nothing to this for, what was there TO say? Soon, he said I could take his brothers armor since he wouldn't need it anymore, so I wore everything but the boots. I HATE wearing any type of foot ware, they seem to slow me down. Ralaf then, started ranting on how he thought dragons were only legends and the sort. I just stayed quiet hoping he would notice how I want him to shut up so we can leave.

When we did leave both doors turned out to be locked. Just our fucking luck, ne? At least I'm not dead...for now anyways, this will not be a fun trip. Two Imperial soldiers suddenly came and Ralaf had me go back against the wall to hide for an ambush. It was a wonderful thing! The feeling of blood on my face, against my blade...well...not MY blade, I have this damned axe! I WANT MY HAMMER! I miss my sweet sweet hammer...they're the only weapon I can truly enjoy using. I shrugged the feeling off as we kept on going.

We fought a few more soldiers and I changed my armor and weapon, now I have a bow, iron mace and several arrows. The mace is okay I guess, but the hammer is my one and only love! "Hurry up we have to keep moving!" Ralaf said making me lose my train of thought and hurried up to follow him. We soon found a sleeping bear, which I killed with two arrows. I love hunting hehe. After a while we found an opening which let us out of there. ABOUT FUCKING TIME!