Chapter 10

Return to the Beginning

We grabbed a cart to Falkreath then walked back along the road in search of the camp even if Ulfric marked it on the map. We were attacked by wolves here and there but nothing special really...until we passed Helgen. Helgen is now under bandit rule even marked with red flags and skulls.

"Wasn't it only yesterday I was about to be executed?" I nod my head not trusting myself to speak. This is where Lokir died, this is where it all began and it won't be where it ends...oh no...it'll end with me in darkness since my soul belongs to a Daedric Prince. "Let's see who's home." I shake my head at him as we venture inside. At first glance I see the buildings with Haming playing around and his father calling him back into the house. Another flash and I saw the present the crumbled buildings and the marks of fire...this is Helgen. "Are you alright?" Conan, it seemed, didn't let emotions get in his way, he never let his eyes follow a girl down the streets, he never wanted to stop so he could stare at the view... He's a ghost. I tell myself nodding my head at Conan sine he's staring.

"Come on, let's make this a ghost town." I say strapping my arrow onto the string and aiming at the Orc on the tower. I fire and he falls. As per usual I follow up on my attack shooting arrow after arrow at enemy after enemy like some sort of Dwarven machine.

From the top of the tower I can see the bodies all over. I fire at enemies sneaking up on Conan and finally it ends with the slash of his sword. He is Dovakiin or he must be born to kill. Something about him shows such hope for anyone who simply watches or has the privilege to fight beside him. I slide down the crumbling rock and meet Conan at the bottom. We leave following the rode until we reach the camp not as far away as one would think.

Galmar leans over a table without any camp markings aside from the one for the Imperials. I can smell the mix meat brewing in the pot over the fire and leave Conan to business while I took a bowl for myself. I listen in with the other Stormcloaks all gossiping some were too outrageous to be true. Then they would become racist and pull jokes on the other races. How Khajiit drink milk, about Orcs being related to trolls but one that I was particularly offended by was when they called my people Thalmar spies. I gripped a rock in my hand and threw it at the Nord who opened his mouth.

"You bitch!" He growled turning around with his sword out. I gave him a daring look but he must have realised that I was in the company of Ice-Veins and turned around without another word. Conan tapped my shoulder and we made our way to the objective in the evening light.

"What was that all about at the camp?" He asks along the rode.

"The bastard called my kind spies of the Thalmar. He won't be saying it around me again." I explain not looking directly at him.

"Was that the smartest thing to do? Couldn't you have just...I don't know...ignored it. He doesn't mean all your kind-"

"Don't act like you understand, you're a Nord, here in Skyrim you're the most accepted species. My kind are refugees and now spies. We have no place here and the Nords are showing that like the sun in the sky." I snap back and we continue in silence. I didn't mean to snap but it was true, all of it. Nords were making it obvious that we, or any other race, was not welcome. I'm not sure I'm on the right side, at least the Imperials have the decency to never say what they like in public. At least we're allowed to travel as we please with them. I stop suddenly and feel my hands go sweaty. "I'm leaving, I have something to complete." I say turning around.

"What? You can't just leave we have to get this done. You're seriously not getting that upset about what he said. Had he known you were there he wouldn't have said it. This is stupid and immature." Conan argues turning me back around.

"Don't treat me like a child, Conan, I'm older than you are. Besides I came here to help my brother escape then I was going to travel. That's all failed and I got sidetracked."

"You're repaying your debt to the Stormcloaks." He insists trying to keep calm.

"They have Whiterun, that should be enough. I'm going and you can't stop me. I don't care if you're Dragonborn that has nothing to do with me." Conan kicks the ground and walks on leaving me alone. That's when the rain sets in, now I stand there with only my weapons as my friends. I open my bag and throw the Stormcloak cuirass into the mad taking off in the opposite direction. If Conan wants to be a puppet let him, I'm going to do what I do best...

I'm going back to the Dark Brotherhood.