CHAPTER 1

The undead had been walking for a while and had finally reached the golden structure. He had walked for miles to the only visible object. Now that he was up close he could see that the circumference of the outer circle of each ripple was large in its own right. Each full ripple was at least three times his height. Very large. With nothing else to do, like countless other fog walls the undead had Trans versed through, he stepped through hoping…well what it was hoping for it didn't know.

Falling. Now it was falling. That was not expected but alright as the undead had done its fair share of falling during its adventure and survived all of it. By now death had become an integral part of its undead existence. Falling to his death would just be more of an inconvenience. And so it just fell.

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Now it had been falling for quite a while. Such things wouldn't ordinarily bother it, but it really needed something to happen. As it was, the undead was already in danger of going hollow. Still it kept falling. Now as an undead, there was always a voice at the back of its mind ever reminding the undead that without a goal it would surely turn hollow. So it was only natural for it to feel a fear of falling forever and going hollow, before it heard something.

Suddenly after a while, the undead started to question its sanity. Had it started hearing things? Then it heard it again. This time much closer. That was definitely the sound of a roar it heard.

The undead then quickly turned upwards to see any sign of what could get it out of this everlasting fall in which it found itself.

The sight it beheld upon turning was definitely alarming. It was a dragon. One just like Kalameet. Down to its midnight dark scales. Although unlike Kalameet it had its two eyes which where a blood-curdling red. It had streamlined its body and was falling at increasing speed dead on towards the undead.

Now although the sight in front of it was definitely frightening, like many other terrifying monsters it had faced, it mustered all its courage and the undead logically prepared a course of action. After all, falling till it went crazy was the only other alternative.

As soon as the dragon's snout hit the undead, it latched unto the dragon, hands grabbing the crevices created by the scales. The dragon shook its head several times to get the strange dragur that had latched unto it, but it was unsuccessful.

The undead then started trying to climb up further up the dragons head as it zipped downwards at blinding speed when it heard a loud sound like some kind of fizzy version of a metal bell. It looked down and saw what could only be described as a dark space with purple outlined edges.

Unfortunately, that small distraction was all the dragon needed. The chosen undead only had a brief moment to turn back to the dragon before it heard a loud booming voice shouting, "FUS ROH DAH".

And the undead was launched at massive speeds through the portal as a massive concussive force launched it light body through the dark hole.

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The now dismayed corpse then turned its body to see what awaited its weary existence below, and was very surprised to see clouds. It was apparently, currently falling through the sky, and it was a no brainer on what awaited it below. The undead heard a loud roar as the dragon somehow miraculously sped past it as it flew past the clouds below.

The undead prepared itself for any outcome it would face beyond the clouds and steeled its will as it fell past the white moisture to take in a truly beautiful sigh.

It was a land filled with lots of mountains and snow. It seemed as if nature was contradicted as the extremely bright sun gleamed and almost caused the snow to glow. Then the moment was cut short as it heard a loud bang. Storm clouds rapidly formed out of nowhere around the undead and it was only allowed a brief moment of surprise before it was ignited and launched at further speed towards the ground below.

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A burly nord came down from his carriage upon which he had been brought to his current location. Helgen. He and others like him were led down from the carriage with naught but Sovengard in sight.

He and both his charges had been caught trying to smuggle themselves into Skyrim. They had found themselves caught up in a fierce ambush from the imperials that eventually led to their current predicament.

Just the thought of it brought dread to him as he eyed the two little elves beside him.

Then he heard a shout that brought him out of his musings to briefly catch sight of the fleeing form of the thief that was with him on the carriage as he was swiftly dispatched with the aid of a well-placed arrow.

As the current situation in which he found himself sank in, he was called forward.

"Who are you" Asked the nord soldier.

"I am Ragar of Whiterun" he said solemnly.

The soldier studied him for a moment before replying. "You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman. I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your homeland." He said in pity before looking at the Captain and asking "Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list."

The captain did not even spare him a glance replying harshly "Forget the list. He goes to the block."

With a resigned sigh the soldier replied "By your orders, Captain. Follow the Captain, prisoner."

He obediently followed the captain and witnessed the execution of a fellow nord which caused anger to rise in his chest. Then he was called next. By then Ragar had lost all hope. It seemed the strange howling wind and the frightening visage of the executioner would be the last thing he would experience in his short life.

Then it happened. A dragon attacked. Everything was thrown into chaos as everyone was left to fend for themselves. He ran for his life following Ralof into the keep. As he tried catching his breath listening to Ralof's questions, he tried to comprehend the mayhem he saw outsides. But the Visions of destruction and comets of burnt corpses falling out of the sky would not leave him for many years to come.