Hello, thanks for taking your time to read this. I know its late but hey, who cares, you got it. I'm not really happy with this chapter, but hopefully you will. The next one will be better.

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The Chronicles of Skyrim ch. 3

The sunlight beat down on us like heavy rain from the exit of the cave. It was almost blinding,
"Come on we're almost out!" Ralof exclaimed, we ran as of we were running for our live. We finally breached the exit and saw the beautiful world of Skyrim.
"Wow." I simply gazed in awe of the beauty of the world. The mountains, the forest, and the landscape was all beautiful, and it was interrupted by the roar of the dragon. My first instinct was to pull out my sword, but Ralof told us to get down. I hid under a rock and watched the skies and saw the same black dragon at Helgen. It seemed to not notice us and flew away.
"Whew that was close." I heard Francis say as he emerged from under a rock.
"No kidding." I answered, we all gathered around Ralof at the front of the cave hopefully he would give us some direction to go.
"I have to thank you for helping me out of here, I couldn't have done that myself." Ralof thanked us, we nodded our heads saying no problem. We should have said the same thing,
"You boys look like you have nowhere to go," he stated,
"You're right, we don't." I answered, acting as the leader of this group,"Do have a place we could go?"he took a minute to think, expecting to hear about his and her mill.
"Well, we just recently took over Fort Larkenmay, before we were captured. Just tell them you know me, and helped Ulfric escape from Helgen, I'm sure they'll let you in." he answered, surprising us all. This was not normal, we had no idea where this fort was at, or how to get there. I asked him for directions, he attempted to explain, but he couldn't get it across.
"Here let me show you," he then pulled out a map and gave it to us, he pointed at it's location which was a little bit south of Dawnstar.
"Just take the road to Whiterun, at the fork of the road, just keep going north, and just stay on the road, and you should be there. Just look out for a fort and a lot of Stormcloak soldiers." he explained, much easier to understand.
"Thank you Ralof," I thanked him, respectfully.
"No problem, I have to head back up to Windhelm to inform the rest that the war still going. Good bye and good luck." with that, Ralof left us standing there.
"So guys shall we-?" I was stopped by a fist to my stomach, it was Chris'. Then, he kicked me to the ground,
"Dude, what the he-" I was again interrupted, but this time, with a steel sword to my throat. Roy and Francis backed me up pointing their bows and spells at Chris.
"Where are we?" he intensely asked, eyes squinting with anger.
"S-Skyrim?" I answered shakily, he pushed the sword closer to my neck,
"Chris, put the sword down! There's no need for this!" Francis yelled, his loaded arrow aimed straight for his head.
Chris' eyes locked with mine, we stared at each other for a good while. He was scared, more scared than I was. He eventually lowered his weapon, as did Francis. He offered a hand to help me up, I accepted it.
"Sorry, I'm just a little stressed from all this fighting and stuff." he apologized, I put my armored hand on his shoulder and said,
"We all are." with that we broke up the little romance and decided to head to Whiterun and rent a room for the night. It was a little after 10:00 based off the sun. We headed down the stone path, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the game. It was so realistic, it was amazing.
"Hey look!" Roy exclaimed, pointing at three standing stones. It was the Guardian stones. We all picked up the pace a little to get down to it and choose our stones. When we finally got their, Chris and I went up to the warrior stone, Francis at the thief stone, and Roy at the Mage stone. It took us a minute or two to understand how to activate it. Roy just simply put his hand on it and the blue beam of light shot up to the heavens. We all replicated him and continued on the road.
Soon enough, we reached Riverwood at about 11. Everyone was up and awake and at their job. As unchanging as the north star, Alvor was at the Forge just making weapons and armor to sell. We knew our weapons were weak and needed an upgrade. We went up to him to get some,
"Are you Alvor?" I asked, he looked up at me while forging something, the heat was intense,
"Aye, I am. How can I help you?" he answered with a question,
"Could you improve our weapons, and can we buy some arrows?" I asked another question,
"Aye, I can do that for you." he answered, with a smile. We handed him our two swords, he immediately went to the grindstone to start working. Francis noticed some steel arrows on Alvor's table, at least 50. He asked how much, Alvor gave us the amount of 70 gold. Francis exchanged the arrows with the 70 gold septims. Alvor finished my sword and we just had to wait for Chris'.
"So, where did you boys come from?" Alvor asked us, working on Chris' sword. None of us knew how to answer to that. Roy did,
"We're just natives to Skyrim, we came here for some adventure and find treasure." Alvor chuckled at that, he wasnt making fun of him, just agreeing.
"Well, you've come to the right place. Skyrim is the perfect place for that." we all generously chuckled. A couple minutes later he finished Chris' sword and handed it back to him. He sheathed it and waited for the amount of Septims we owed him. He came up with the number of 250 Septims. We happily thanked and paid the man and let him be.
We were on the road to Whiterun again, hoping to get there before nightfall. Also, hoping not to run into anyone or anything on the way there. But luck wasn't on our side as we walked the path as three Imperial soldiers were heading the opposite way, towards us.
"Guys just play it cool." I ordered my friends. They all nodded and prayed they wouldn't recognized us. We were about to pass by them, my heart was racing. Please don't recognize us, I begged to myself. We passed by them, neither side saying a word to each other. A minute after they passed, Chris broke silence,
"That was close." We all could have agreed to that, I looked in the distance and saw the city of Whiterun. Soon enough everyone else in the group noticed it and picked up the pace.

After a long walk we finally reached the gates of Whiterun about 6 o'clock. The walls of it were crumbling, from wars and other things. I bet Roy could kick'em down. We were about to go inside but was stopped by one of the guards outside.
"Halt! City's closed with the dragons about, official business only."
We told the man we had news from the dragon attack in Helgen. He believed us on the spot and let us in, expecting us to go straight to the Jarl. Instead we went inside to the Bannered Mare, the inn in the town.
When we went inside the Bard was playing some lute music, and the owner of the place welcomed us from her pub. Then in the back was a person wearing some red and black armor, and a black hood. His hunting bow lie on the table in front of him. I had to figure out who he was.
Roy and Francis walked up to the owner and asked for a room for four, while Chris and I went to meet this stranger.
"Hey, do you know how to Fort Larkenway?" I nervously asked, he was pretty intimidating. He sipped some of the mead he had in his Tankard and answered with a surprisingly high voice.
"Yea, I'm on my way up to Dawnstar myself, what's it to ya?" He drank some more mead,
"We kind of need a guide there. We're foreigners here." Chris answered, he laughed at the answer, as if he knew it was a lie.
"Alright, I can get you there, if you can tell me my name." How would I ever figure out his name. It's a one in a million chance I will.
He then removed his cowl, revealing a familiar face...