Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls series or Skyrim. But the OCs are mine.

Chapter 1: Helgen

Algarth's vision was blurry for a moment. He realized that he was in bounds. As his vision returned, he saw a Nord about his age across from him, Chalur next to him, and two older Nords, one dressed in rags, the other dressed in fine furs and gagged.

"Hey you," said the Nord across from him, "You're finally awake. You and the lizard were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

Chalur scoffed, "Well if it wasn't for you Stormcloaks, the two of us would be enjoying some nice ale and fine women. If Ulfric Stormcloak was here I would give him a piece of my mind."

The Stormcloak chuckled, "Mind your tongue Argonian, the man sitting next to you is Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim." Chalur looked next to him and reveal the Nord in finer clothes.

Chalur began to sweat and said, "So your Ulfric?! I must say that this is a lovely fur coat. Is that actually Saber Cat?" Algarth then proceeded to step on Chalur's foot, shutting him up.

The Stormcloak smiled, "Name's Ralof. You are?"

"Algarth Bladeson," Algarth smiled, "the idiot next to me is Chalur. We just came from Cyrodiil." Suddenly Algarth heard some kind of roar. At the same time, it felt as if his ears were ringing. He turned his head and saw that a town was coming in view.

When they stopped at the gate, an older Imperial was standing on top of the gate. The coachman looked up and said, "General Tullius, the headsman is waiting."

"Good. Let's get this over with," And the General walked away. While the horse-thief was praying to the Divines for salvation and Ralof was talking about if a person in this town still made a special kind of mead, Algarth continued to hear the strange ringing in his ears.

"Where are you?" Algarth heard the that voice in unison with the ringing. He looked around, everyone else on the cart was preoccupied with their own problems. Then suddenly the cart stopped.

"Sovngarde awaits," said Ralof has he walked out of the cart. Algarth looked at Chalur who smiled, well smiled for an Argonian.

"I always knew this would be how I died," chuckled Chalur, "I just wished it would somewhere a little warmer. Like High Rock or Hammerfell."

Algarth glared, "And I always knew you would be the cause of my death." The two then walked in line where an Imperial wearing heavy armor and a Nord wearing Imperial light armor were listing off the names of the prisoners.

But the ringing in Algarth's ears was drowning out the sound of the Nord. He looked around and saw that no one was noticing the roars. Could I be losing my mind?

"You there, step forward!" yelled the young Nord at Algarth. He walked forward until he was in front of the Nord and Imperial. The Nord starred at Algarth and said, "Who are you?"

"Algarth Bladeson," he said glaring at the two of them, "Listen. This is a mistake. Me and my friend have the proper forms. My father is Legate Neldam Brenos. We are not Stormcloaks. We just camped out in the wrong spot."

The Nord looked at his parchment, "Captain, why don't we let him go? He and the Argonian are not on the list."

The Imperial Captain glared, "I don't care if they are or not Hadvar. Put them on the list."

Hadvar looked at Algarth and Chalur and said, "I'm sorry. Argonian, we'll send your remain to Black Marsh. And kinsman, at least you're home." Algarth saw that Hadvar was visibly angered by his Captain's orders.

By the time they had reached the headsman, one Stormcloak soldier was already executed. Then the Captain demanded Algarth be next. But as Algarth was about to step forward, he heard someone say stop.

Running towards them was a young Imperial about Algarth's age wearing heavy Imperial armor. He was of average height for an Imperial, but was much more muscular than most. His olive-oil skin was slightly tanned from being outside for weeks. His brown hair was long and wrapped in a ponytail and his beard was finely groomed. This was Gaius Maximus, Algarth's oldest friend.

"Auxiliary what is the meaning of this?!" yelled General Tullius with sword in hand.

"General," Gaius started, "This man is innocent and so is the Argonian. I can assure you that they are not Stormcloaks."

Chalur sighed, "Gaius, you know that you are not the best person to try to convince the General."

General Tullius looked at both of them, "Auxiliary, do you know these two?"

Gaius took a deep breath, "Yes. They're friends from Cryodiil. I know them. They would never turn their backs on the Empire. So I beg you please."

"Auxiliary.." then the General was stopped by a earth-shattering roar. The ringing in Algarth's ears suddenly stopped. Then descending from the sky was something thought only to be a legend. A creature black as night and eyes burning red. Its scales resembled black diamonds. It perched on top of one of the keeps. And looked down at Algarth. It was a dragon.

The dragon glared at Algarth and said, "Dovahkiin." Then it let out another roar that knocked everyone off their feet. Algarth's vision then became blurred. Soldiers panicked as the dragon somehow made balls of fire to rain down from the heavens. Imperials, Stormcloaks, and civilians were trying to escape. Suddenly Algarth felt as if he was being grabbed by someone. As his vision cleared, he saw that Gaius and Chalur grabbed him and were leading him to one of the keeps.

Gaius locked the door behind him, "By the Eight what was that?!"

Chalur chuckled, "I thought you didn't believe in the Divines Gaius?"

"Well having a dragon show up and begin killing people kind of scares faith into you!" Gaius began pacing back and forth. He then walked to Algarth, "Are you alright Al?"

Algarth shrugged, "I'm alive. Do you know where our stuff is? I kind of want it back."

Gaius nodded, "It should be in the storage room. I'll be back. Don't touch anything."

Algarth sank back into his chair. It was a dragon. Not only that. But it was the same dragon that appeared in his dream. Then suddenly there was a loud smash at the door. The door flung open as both Ralof and Hadvar were at each others throats. Ralof flung his axes at Hadvar, who blocked with his shield.

"Ralof you damn traitor!" yelled Hadvar as he immediately lunged forward with his sword aimed for Ralof's chest. Ralof was able to dodge the attack counter with a slash with one of his axes.

"Anyone who turns their backs on Skyrim is a traitor!" yelled Ralof, whose axes were stuck into Hadvar's shield.

"Knock it off!" The two Nords turned around to see Algarth looking at both of them, "This is neither the time or the place to be having doing this. Right now, we need to worry about getting out of here before that lizard comes back." The two men looked at each other and finally sheathed their weapons.

Ralof glared, "I would've won too." Then Gaius came back with Algarth and Chalur's stuff as well as some Imperial light armor.

"So..." said Chalur while sheathing two daggers to his belt, "how are we suppose to get out of here?"

"There's a tunnel underneath here that leads to a small cave," said Gaius while grabbing two steel axes, "it should lead us out of the city. But where do we go from there?"

"RIVERWOOD!" said both Hadvar and Ralof in unison. Algarth looked at the two of them. Hadvar then said, "The both of us have family there. Plus its the closest village from here."

"Alright then," Algarth then strapped his sword to his back, "Let's get out of here."

Ok that was the first chapter. We are now introduced to our third main character

Gaius Maximus: A young Imperial who has been friends with Algarth and Chalur for many years. He is a pure melee fighter, using heavy armor and dual-wielding axes. Also he is one of the most common character types in fantasy. The character who refuses to believe in the supernatural and the myths of old, even when he is staring them in the face. But we'll get to that in later chapters.

Also, I would like people to review or comment on this story. I actually plan on being a writer so any type of criticism would be good. What stuff should I improve on? What stuff seems unnecessary? Stuff like that. Thank you for reading.