DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Fate/Stay Night, any related series and their characters belong to Kinoko Nasu, Type-Moon and/or their respective owners. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, any related series and its characters belong to Bethesda Game Studios, Bethesda Softworks and/or their respective owners. I don't gain anything from the following text.
Just a Bowman
Chapter Two: Meeting Some People
Hadvar passed a hand through his hair.
After the Dragon leaved, he and the other Imperial soldiers made sure to stop the flames. Some ran to a river nearby with buckets, and the ones which knew magic used frost spells to contain the fire.
Emiya had helped, as he escorted the civilians to a safe point outside of Helgen.
Riverwood.
He insisted to go alone with the civilians, and even if the General Tullius knew it was risky...What could he do? Attempting to kill Emiya? Even if they succeeded, what next? He was the only one who could stare at that black Dragon without paralyzing of fear, the only one who could fight it.
Hadvar was no expert in magic, but he had killed enough elves in the past to know that Emiya's magic wasn't normal. Summoning weapons? Yes, that was fairly common. Summoning such destructive and...real weapons? No, that certainly wasn't something you see everyday. In fact, he had never seen it.
So, who was this prisoner? Truth was, he didn't know it. And to think that if they hadn't mistaken him for Stormcloak they all might have died...Anyway, Emiya was a mysterious man. First of all, that weird name. 'Shirou Emiya'. It sounded like an Orc's or Khajiit's name to him, probably a mix of both. And yet, he was a man. Could it be more of his magic? Maybe he wasn't a man and was using Illusion magic to hide his true identity? While it might have sounded stupid, it was a possibility in Hadvar's mind.
Supposing he truly was a man with just a weird name, it was still a thing to think about his race. Redguard? No, while his skin was dark it wasn't even close to the one of a Redguard. Nord? Most likely not, his characteristics didn't match your average's nords looks. Imperial? He doubted it, unless he was very good lying there was no possible way he couldn't know about the current situation of the Empire if he came from Cyrodill.
That left the most posible thing, a Breton. Think about it. His looks could be shrugged off to being part of his elfic heritage, and his weird name could also be. After all, some of the best sorcerers in history came from High Rock, so this wasn't truly that unlikely.
"Hadvar!" One of the soldiers called for him, stopping his train of thoughts. Oh well, he could think about this particular mage when the city was safe.
(Scene Break)People followed the red-white haired wizard. Some were scared, others watched him with disgust, and others
with excitement. There were all sorts of people. Innkeepers, warriors, food-sellers, children, and even a priestess.
He hadn't talked to them. He just walked down the road, where one soldier had told him Riverwood was. If wolves got close, he simply conjured some blades and killed them all before they were even close to the people. Some of the mercenaries and warriors offered to help him, but he just asked them to keep an eye on their back. Some were annoyed, but also scared to deny what he asked them to do. So they played along, hoping that he would leave as soon as they reached Riverwood.
(Scene Break)
Riverwood. An small village at the south of Whiterun and north of Helgen, which economy's was mostly based on selling wood, as its name indicated. With a little population and just an small inn, it was nowhere enough for all Helen's refugees to live. But, it should be enough for the people to pass the night, surely the owner of the convenience store could spare a few sleeping bags.
One of the town's residents, Sven, was discussing with his mother, trying to explain her that no Dragon had flown over the town. That they were just legends.
However, the old woman was a stubborn one. She kept denying her son's words, claiming that she, in fact, had seen a Dragon. Stupid, don't you think? Well, that was what Sven thought until he spoke to him.
"Hey can you take care of this people? A Dragon burned down their city." He put a hand on Sven's shoulder, and indicated to behind him. There stood a full town, watching him.
"W-w-what? N-no, we don't have place for so many people." He was nervous and confused. First, so many people were watching him, and second...He mentioned the Dragon.
The man sighed. "Well, do you know where can I find the closest city?"
"Y-yes, just follow the road. Turn left in the bridge right off the north gate, then keep walking down the road. Not the one that goes to the mountain, the other one. There you'll find Whiterun."
"Understood, thank you." The man flashed an smile at Sven, and turned back to the people behind him. "So, who wants to stay here and who wants to walk a bit more?"
Some decided to stay, especially the ones with children. The road could be dangerous, so they preferred to spend the night at Riverwood. The priestess, the innkeeper and some merchants wanted to follow him, though.
"Ah, sir?" Sven called for the man right before he started walking once more.
"Yes?" He turned back.
"What's your name? I'm Sven."
"...Emiya." But still, even if he seemed to be going already, he wasn't done. Emiya approached a house near him, where a smith was working. "Hey, what have you got for sale?"
The smith smiled at him. "Well, you seem to be doing well in the armor side," He signaled at his black tight armor, "So you must be looking for a weapon. I've got a few things, what are you searching for?"
"Hmm, I guess a bow, 10 arrows and a dagger will do well enough." He had got a few coins given to him by those Imperial soldiers, and he thought them would be more than enough to buy this.
They were just backup weapons, something to use if he ran out of prana or didn't want to show his magic to someone.
"Ah, I see you prefer killing before your enemy knows what happened to them? Can't say I know how to fight that way, but I guess it's fitting for some folks." He looked up in a table he had behind himself. A few pieces of armor and weapons, between them there were a wood long-bow, a few arrows and a steel dagger. He picked up what he was asked for and offered them to Emiya.
"Good, how much do I owe you?"
"60 pieces of gold, sir."
"Here, take." Emiya picked up the gold from inside his armor--As he had no other place to store it, and it was a mess. Really he should get a backpack soon--and gave it to the smith. After tying the bow and arrows to his back, and saving the dagger in its sheathe at his side, he waved goodbye to the smith.
"A pleasure to make business with you, place come back later."
(Scene Break)
"HRAAAAGH!" Farkas swung his long-sword, in order to kill the giant threatening Whiterun. It had appeared from nowhere, and was causing trouble in a farm just outside the city. He and Aela were taking care of it, but it was stronger than expected.
That was when two accurate arrows stroke each of the giant's eyes, leaving it blind. During its confusing for the pain, a dagger was thrown at its head, slaying it.
"It wasn't me." Aela said behind him, shrugging.
A man approached them. "Are you OK guys?"
"I'm fine. Farkas is the name, and she is Aela." Farkas waved at him. "Are you the responsable of that?" He signaled the giant's corpse
"I am. It seemed like you guys were doing well enough, but I guess an extra hand is never unnecessary."
"Hmm, you look like you can take care of yourself. Why don't you come over at Jorrvaskr later? You would do a fine Shield-Brother." Aela remarked.
"Jorrvaskr? Shield-Brother?"
"Huh, you're not from Skyrim then."
"...No, I am not. I'll check this Jorrvaskr thing later, now I have things to do." He signaled to the people behind him, who were watching from a few meters afar the whole exchange.
"Well, I hope we see each other later. Here, take your things. By the way, what's your name?" Farkas tossed the dagger and arrows to him.
"Emiya." Emiya called the people following him, and left in direction to the main gate.
'What an interesting fellow, Farkas thought.
(Scene Break)
Shirou approached the city. It had an enormous wall all around it, and a bridge which led to a giant gate. Evey time he was more convinced that he was somewhere in the medieval age, and it wasn't helping to calm him.
Why was him here? He couldn't tell, but it would be for the best to finally let this people find a place to rest. He could worry about his reason for being in this place after everyone was safe.
"You! City is closed because Dragons threats! Go back your way!" The guard at the gate yelled at him.
"I need to enter sir. This people are refugees from Helgen, and they need a place to sleep. Furthermore, the ruler of this city might find useful what I know about the Dragon."
"...Fine, but we're watching you."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
AN: I'M ALIVE! YES, ALIVE.
Sorry for inactivity and how short this chapter is, but I've been very busy lately, much more than usual. Most days I haven't even gotten to write 20 words.
Just wanted to let you know, I'm rewriting The Crimson Saber. Don't worry, I'll just improve the overall quality of the writing and fix a few plot-holes, then I hope I'll be back to normal activity.
Into this chapter. Well, nothing really happens. It's just about Shirou traveling a bit and meeting some people, but I guess it's better than nothing. By the way, most likely we'll have some action in next chapter.
See ya all! (Soon I hope)
