A/N: Hey people, I'm back! Ok clearly more people like this fic than my others, but I intend to finish my other Elder scrolls fic. I figured I'd update now when most everyone else is on vacation and not updating. That may be the cause of my lacking reviews, or it could be that (mostly) people don't like it. I don't really know either way but that update is coming along soon as well. Ok Helgen…. Well there's a major twist here, but you may figure it out.

Tsuki was running. Ohdahviing was busy holding off the mad god. They hadn't been clever enough. He found them already. She had to get out, to find where… that was the Skyrim border ahead. That was where she said she would wait if her and Alduin ever were separated and couldn't find each other. She sped up, inhaling sharply before…

"Wuld Nah Kest!" She practically flew forward. She was almost there. She had hope now. Something to cling to. She repeated the shout as soon as she was able, blindly sprinting forth in a whirlwind of fury. She was so intent on her goal that she missed sight of the boulder in front of her; Tsuki fell flat on her face with a sickening thud. The last thing she saw before the black clouding her vision took over was an interesting scene. There was a man; his face was blurry, but she could see that he was blonde- most likely a nord. He had a strange type of blue armor, one she had never seen before, and a burly demeanor.

"Are you all right?" The nord asked. Tsuki couldn't move her mouth; her answer would not come out. She started to panic. When the nord realized that she could not answer, or even move he turned to a brown-haired person behind him. "Ulfric we have to help her. If those imperials find her it won't be pretty."

The brunette's (Ulfric's apparently) face was the last thin she saw and then she was out.

"Oh your finally awake, I thought you would sleep right through this. You were trying to cross the border weren't you?" the same blonde man who's face she'd earlier was looking at her with worry. "You fell right into the ambush with us. Sorry I couldn't get you out of there." His height was immense. Even sitting he was at least three times her height. Of course, she was barely fourteen, but gods that was unnatural. These nords were the tallest race she had ever seen. Of course, she couldn't remember seeing any other races before. She couldn't remember anything. Not even her name.

"I don't remember. I Know I was heading towards some border, but I don't remember anything before that. I don't even know why I was heading there." She tried desperately to work through the cloud in her mind. She couldn't bust through no matter how she tried or what she did. She started to panic once more. Who was she? She remembered that she was frantically running from something, but what or who was it? She paid Ulfric and the blonde man no mind. She didn't even notice the dark haired horse-thief talking frantically. She was lost in her own head, not sure what was going on, and incapable of navigating the depths of her own head. She snapped to attention when she caught hold of the word execution. Somehow, she knew what that was. To say that Tsuki was afraid was an understatement. Had she ever been afraid before? She couldn't tell. She watched the dark haired man fall with an arrow between his ribs as the red-clad nords called them forward for execution. She held her resolve and forced herself to look calm. It clearly worked as Ulfric looked at her as though she was a ghost and the 'imperial'' man in front of her looked over pityingly. Clearly she must have been a resolute person before, some one trained to deal with any problem. And clearly, she must have been held in high regard because she certainly did not enjoy the pity. When the man called her forward and asked her of her name, she tried desperately to remember. Watching her eyes screw up in concentration, thoughtful yet panicking, he told her it was alright if she didn't have one, then promised in a sorrow filled voice to return her remains to Morrowind. She nodded to him as a silent thanks before proceeding to where the other prisoners were already lined op, waiting for the headsman. She couldn't hold her contempt back as the priestess said something about 'commending their souls to aethereus'. So she was clearly arrogant. Or the person who raised her was at any rate. Tsuki noted her satisfaction at the gore when the red-headed man practically through himself on the block. She watched fasinated as his head came clean off of his neck. The blood that spilled out coated the ground around him in a three foot radius. That amused her greatly. Ok she was most definitely a sadist. That kind of scared her a little, but by the oblivion it made sense somehow. The officer lady called up the "mini-elf". Tsuki new that was referring to her, and was about to take a step when all of a sudden there was a load, angry roar. Clearly from a very large creature, a very pissed off, very angry, very massive creature. The nords clearly were afraid but they went on ahead anyway. The nord woman called her up again, slightly impatient now. She sat there silently, waiting for the headsman to step forward. She watched in silence, and as she watched time seemed to slow around her. She hurried to take in every detailed before she died. She took in the hesitation the headsman showed about killing a mere child. Took in the Massive size of the keep. Took in the sight of the large reptilian creature on top of the tower. Wait… dragon on the tower. She didn't even bother to figure out where she'd learned that it was even called a dragon. It looked very familiar some how, like she'd known it, known and befriended for a long time. She barely noticed when it yelled at the headsman, causing him to collapse, dead. She sat there in shock until it yelled something similar yet shorter at her. She came off the chopping block, entirely unharmed. The dragon was busy frying any nord that dared to come within a five foot radius. It didn't fry that Ulfric person, or Ralof as blondie was apparently named. She bypassed those two, running strait for the red-headed man from ealier. The dragon called something out to her. Something that sounded familiar.

"It sounded as though it was calling you something. Did that word sound familiar?" Hadvar questioned her once they made it to the keep. "It could've been your name." He pulled a little roughly on the ropes binding her hands, apologizing quickly as he did so.

"It sounded very familiar. I think that might have been. Tsuki. It fits doesn't it?" She found a dagger in her boots. It looked familiar. Clearly the soldiers outside missed it when they'd searched her earlier. She was dressed in full on black armor. It looked specially crafted. " The weirdest part is that I almost recognized the dragon out there. It seemed familiar, comfortable. As though I knew it from somewhere…" Hadvar gave her a confused look.

"Do you think you may have been running from it before your capture?"

"No. I think I was running to try and find it." She knew that she'd seen it before. The angry recognition in its eyes when it saw her on the chopping block was easily noticed. It seemed like a protective possessiveness. She promised herself then and there that she would try to find out in the future, but for now she would help this man escape. She would leave and let the dragon burn the place down. If a few nords died then so what. She couldn't care less so long as she got what she wanted