I'm back. Here's that Helgen escape you've been waiting for, here's chapter 7.


"I'm Archer. I don't know my real name. I'm an orphan. I don't know where I came from either. I think I was born in Skyrim. All I know is that my mother died here, and I'm a Bosmer."

"Captain," an Imperial courier said. "He's not on the list, what should we do?"

"Forget the list," the captain said. "He goes to the block."

"I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains get sent back to Valenwood."

I'm not from Valenwood, Archer thought. Archer wanted his remains to stay here, in Skyrim. He wanted them sent to Yngvild, so he could rest with his mother, but it was too late to talk. The Imperials had a talk with Ulfric Stormcloak, and killed a fearless soldier. A roar was heard in the sky.

"What was that?" The courier asked.

"Nothing. Carry on," General Tullius commanded. There was another roar. This time it was louder.

"There it is again. Did you hear that?" No one answered the courier.

"Next, the Wood elf!" Archer heard the Imperial captain shout.

Archer walked over to the block. Maybe this is what I deserve, he thought. When he put his head on the block, the headsman lifted his axe. A giant black figure appeared over the tower Archer was looking at. The force of the creature knocked the headsman over.

"What in Oblivion is that?!" Tullius worried.

"Sentries! What do you see?" The Imperial captain asked.

Archer saw his chance to escape. He saw Ralof running towards a tower.

"Come on, Elf! We have to escape!" He shouted.

Archer ran up the steps inside the watchtower, as the dragon knocked a piece of the stone tower off. He brethed fire inside of it. Archer almost got roasted by his attack.

"Jump through that building, Elf!" Ralof demanded.

Archer jumped in, and tried to regain his balance. He saw the courier on the road, heading into Helgen's keep. Ralof ran from the other side of the road.

"Come on, Elf! The gods won't give us another chance!"

Archer went into the keep with Ralof. Ralof thought they were the only ones who made it, and that the thing out there was a dragon.

"My bow..." Archer said in despair. "I'm not leaving without my bow. They probably have it in one of their evidence chests."

"Shh..." Ralof said. "Imperials! Over there! Let's surprise them."

A door opened. Archer grabbed a steel war axe, and attacked the soldier. Ralof attacked the captain.

"My bow is probably through this hall. I think they have some chests back here." Archer opened one chest. There was nothing in it. He opened a second chest. Only a few gold pieces. "Please..." Archer opened the third and final chest. "Thank the divines." He pulled out his bow, and some steel arrows. "It's a shame I lost all my arrows when they captured me."

"Come on," Ralof said. "We should get moving before that dragon knocks this whole place down on our heads."

"Sure, okay."

Archer and Ralof looted potions out of barrels, and weapons off of Imperials that they had killed. Eventually, they reached a torturing room.

"Troll's blood!" Ralof swore. He killed the torturers with his iron war axes. "Hey, there's something in that cage. Try to open it with some picks."

Finally, something Archer was good at. He picked the lock on his first try. A book with a spell in it, a coin purse, four gold pieces, and some magic robes and a hood on a dead mage. Archer took everything, even the spell tome. He had never used magic before.

Archer opened the book, and he could feel himself concentrating. After a few seconds, the book turned into a small ash pile, and Archer could feel something forming in his hand. A blue lightning bolt showed up in Archer's left hand, a steel war axe in the other. His Elven bow was strapped to his back, as well as his quiver of arrows.

Archer and Ralof walked down steps, just to see about ten Imperials in a cave. Archer pointed his lightning hand at one of the soldiers. A chain of lightning sprayed out, shocking, and killing the soldier. Maybe Archer should've thought to use magic earlier. He pulled out his bow to take out the rest of the Imperials.

The next room had some frostbite spiders in it. Archer used his sparks spell to get rid of them. He had never before seen in his life a way to kill those spiders that fast.

"We're almost out," Ralof spoke. "Look, there's a big bear down there. We can sneak past it or try to take it out with your bow. Your call."

Archer lost his money when the Imperials captured him. The pelt would fetch him a nice price. Three arrows in the face took the beast down.

"Good job," Ralof complimented. "Look, light! There's our exit."

Ralof and Archer walked outside the cavern, and into Skyrim. They hid behind some rocks as the dragon flew over the Throat of the World.

"You should head to Riverwood, and talk to my sister, Gerdur. She runs the mill. Say, haven't I seen you in that village before?"

"You might have. You know Faendal? He claims he was my mother's friend."

"So you know where you're going then? Maybe we could get Whiterun to send troops to our village. I'm sure Gerdur will give you some supplies if you need them."

Archer ran down the path, to the three Guardian Stones. He had heard rumors about them, but didn't think he would ever see any of them.

"Ralof... Are you seeing this?" Archer asked in amazement.

"Wow...Who would've thought they were so close to home?"

Archer immediately put his hand on the Thief Stone. He could feel some changes in his body. He moved quieter, and quicker.

"The thief stone, eh?" Ralof put his hand on the Warrior Stone. "Elves are never up to any good."

Archer just rolled his eyes.

When they got to Riverwood, Archer and Ralof saw Gerdur sitting at a table beside the mill. Ralof explained everything that happened, and she agreed to help.

Archer took some cheese, bread, healing potions, and a ring of minor archery. "Thank you, I really appreciate it," Archer thanked her.

"No problem, anything for a friend of Ralof's," she replied. "Go to Whiterun. Tell them about this dragon threat. They're going to want to hear information as much as we want some troops."

Archer nodded, and headed down the northern road. This was the first time he was alone in a while. Whiterun can wait, Archer thought. I'm getting Bjorn back first.


There's chapter 7. Archer learned that being alone once was enough. Oh Archer, you should really send troops to Riverwood before you go looking for a friend... Oh well! Review, PM questions, you know the routine. Next chapter MIGHT be out today if I have time. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed.