I don't know where I am going. The adrenaline is slowly receding. My heart is pounding but I can no longer hear it. I can hear the nature. The birds. The wind. I greedily gulped the air, thanking no bug was present. I don't know where I am. I thought. And I need water. Taking a deep breath, I looked back. When Hern pushed me away, I started running away from the mill. I didn't even know who are those that attacked us. If it was the Dark Brotherhood then I am doom. If it is Harkon then… I let out a breath and looked for the sun. The sun rises in the East. My east is at my right. Trying to recall my Skyrim, I trekked down the path. The roads of Skyrim are not safe. Bandits, thieves and monsters lurked around here. The iron sword that Hert gave me is still here and the circlet. My clothes is obviously not appropriate. It is a dress that Hert kept in her wardrobe but never bothered wearing it.

The sky is cloudy and I still don't see any living being. The road is clear even if I was hoping I can hitched a ride or steal a horse. Everything is peaceful. The path seems familiar though. If I am correct, this is the road that leads to Falkreath, one of the nine holds of Skyrim. IF I am correct. My sweats already dry and I stink. Seriously. I really stink. All I want is to take these clothes off and have a bath. To distract myself, I softly sang the song I've been singing for a while ever since I played Skyrim.

"We drink to our youth for the days come and go,

For the age of aggression, is just about done,

Well drive out the Stormcloak and restore what we own,

With the—

"You have a beautiful voice." My hand went to the handle of the sword but wasn't fast enough. A hand grasped my wrist and pulled me up. My whole body was being lifted off the ground. A mouth too close to my neck and an arm wrapped around my waist.

"I wonder what you are that makes Lord Harkon ordered us to hunt you down." He placed his nose on my hair and took a deep breath.

"Let me go." he didn't. Instead he grasped my wrist enough to draw blood and trickled down my arm.

"Your blood… it's different…" he grazed my neck with his teeth, drawing another blood.

"Stop playing. Lord Harkon will not like it." He didn't. He licked the wound and before I can do anything, his jaw clamped on my neck. I screamed. It hurts like hell. It's even worst than the needle and blood bag. Tears streamed down my face. I wonder if I'll die in this game, I die in the real world.

It was freezing when I woke up. The cold helped when it comes to numbing my neck wrapped in a bandage but not for my whole body. Looking around, I recognised the outline of the tent. A table in the middle of the rectangular tent. A sleeping roll across the room. The tent has its flaps close. There are only two options. This might be a camp of the Stormcloak or Imperials. I guess someone saved me… again and probably going to forced me to join their cause. The sleeping roll wasn't enough to keep the cold out. I shiver and tried to become little as possible to stop my teeth from clattering. My clothing is gone. Who wouldn't freeze?

The flaps of the tent opened and a big man stepped in. His attention went to me. Seeing that I am awake and definitely trying to keep the cold out, he shut the flaps and head towards my direction. That's when I finally found out who he is.

"Are you well?" It is Ulfric Stormcloak. I don't trust my voice this time but gave him a nod. I can probably sit up to acknowledge the High King of Skyrim but being in a fetal position conserves heat. He noticed this and went to retrieve the other sleeping rolls across the tent. I thought he's going to wrapped it around me but no. He laid it out flat on the ground. His full body armor are gone and his cloak was placed in the sleeping roll. He's not fully naked, leaving his underwear or loin cloth? I don't even know what those called are. Not only that, he lied down side ways on the laid out bed roll and offering the space to me with his arm

Well, I gotta be honest. Ulfric is big. He's muscular. Who wouldn't accept the offer? I scrambled and went to his arms, almost making him roll onto his back. He chuckled and wrapped me with his cloak along with the sleeping roll I have abandoned. Underneath, he pulled me in an embrace, my head resting on his chest. It's warm and comfortable. It's not cold anymore and my body is no longer shivering. Both of us are not talking. It's silent and awkward. The thing about being in a game that you clearly know the people you're encountering, it may rise some doubts. Doubts and questions on why and how do I know them or where did I came from and etc. It will be hard to explain. In this situation, I need to act.

"Who are you?" A head start.

"I am Ulfric Stormcloak, High King of Skyrim." I'm asking your name only, not your title.

"Where am I?" I need to know.

"Falkreath Stormcloak Camp." Not far from Half Moon Mill. Wriggling out of his grasp, I put a small distance from me and him. The palm of my hand pushing his chest.

"I need to go." Bad idea but I got a feeling this is how General Tullius was able to capture them alive. I don't want to be at the executioners head block.

"You can't. Not until you tell me who you are and what happened to you." Let me go Ulfric. You'll regret having me here if my guts are right.

"I can't stay." This time he gently placed his hand on top of mine that was resting on his chest. His eyes trapped my attention and no wonder he was able to gather soldiers for his war. His eyes are intimidating that gives you chills and forced you to hear what he has to say.

"You were attacked by vampires. You were sweating so I had one of my commanders to dress you. She said you were attacked… with a purpose." Whoever this commander I'll give her nine points for analyzing me like an art work. The bandaged on my wrists and bruises on my waist might be the indication. I haven't seen my bruises or other wounds but they're not in pain. I'll probably check on them later.

"You can trust me." Fine. Let me just recall the pronunciation of the name Hern gave me.

"Sizaan."

"What?"

"My name. Sizaan." His eyes are curious. Like critiquing an art wherein you need to describe the art work first through your senses.

"I… fled from Half Moon Mill. Vampire attacked my home." Hopefully he'll get what I said and stop asking. My eyes are starting to get droopy.

"My men who travelled saw that mill." His eyes no longer into authority but rather sympathy.

"The place was burned to ground they say. Bodies littered the ground and no living was found."

I wasn't supposed to feel anything. They are only NPC's who helped me recover and survive. They don't exist and yet the strike is real. Unconsciously shutting my eyes, I recall my memories of them. The start, the fun, until the last I saw them. I was right. It is painful. I started sobbing. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here. Breathing. They could have forced me to turn into a vampire but they didn't. They trained me instead of giving me up to Harkon. They weren't supposed to die. Why? I fell asleep with Ulfric pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry." Don't be.

Sleeping helps. It gives a momentarily relief from the pain. Ulfric left while I was asleep. Ralof came inside the tent giving me food and water. He was currently kneeling beside my bed roll. His gaze is uncomfortable. It's fine being naked for a while but I'm already embarrassed.

"Ralof?" He looked at me with wide eyes.

"How do you know my name?" shit. I never asked his name nor he said his.

"Ulfric." He didn't doubt but his eyes twitched when I addressed the High King by his name. Not even bothering with the Jarl. He bought it though Ulfric never told me his name.

"It's Jarl Ulfric." The sharpness of his voice didn't caught me off guard. I'm used to it anyways in the real world.

"I don't care. I want out of this camp." Ralof, the NPC I no longer saw in River Wood before, stood and glared at me.

"You need to learn your manners."

"And you need to learn how to control your temper to the person you don't even know what she can do right now." Self defense is one thing that my parents let me have.

"Really? Little pup?" say what?! Without letting him even breath, I tackled him. A short jab at his jaw can stagger anyone. He's wearing an armor. I cannot kick him at his groin. Head and face then. The jab stagger him. Using my weight, I pushed him towards the table. The back of his head hit the leg of the table. The table moved and I doubt the others heard it. Ralof was daze and took this opportunity to grabbed his sword swinging at his right side. He heard it when he tried to grabbed my wrists. Too late for him to realize when he felt the blade on his neck.

"I told you." One thing that my instructors told me, don't let emotions go inside your head. This time I let my success go over my head. His arms are free and used it to grabbed my hair. He pulled it hard that made me bend backwards. I screamed and felt the cold ground on my back. Ralof let my hair go and grabbed my wrists with one hand placing it on top of my head. He's grinning on top of me and I hate it.

"Give up?" I gave him a glare. A glare that he just laughed. My scream might have alerted Ulfric because the flaps flew opened and here he is. If looks can kill, Ralof would have been dead. Ralof immediately retreated and gave the jarl a kneel. Naked as I am and him on top, no wonder Ulfric's hands are balled into fists.

"My jarl--" Ulfric growled at Ralof and almost reached for his blade. Never minding the cold I stood in front of Ulfric, shielding Ralof from his wrath.

"Ulfric…" I placed my hands gently on his shoulders. He didn't react. He still wants to kill Ralof. Stepping a little closer to the fuming jarl, I slowly placed my arms around his neck. That earned me a reaction. His arm pulled my waist while his hand rested at the back of my head. His face went near my neck. His hand cupping my head, gently tilt it for him to rest his face on my neck. Growling again, he spoke.

"Leave." Ralof left and Ulfric didn't let me go. My fingers smoothen his hair hoping it can calm him down.

"What did he do?" He asked in low angry voice that can snapped any second.

"Don't be mad. We were playing on who's stronger." He released me and looked me in the eye. His arms didn't retreat but rested and remained where they are.

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't able to control his temper when I addressed you by your name and called me little pup. I didn't liked it so I pushed him but I underestimated his strength and he was able to flipped me over." Please fall for that reason. He didn't spoke but his eyes were searching for truth. I know I left some details out but I will be more questioned. Telling him I know Ralof's name will rise suspicions because Ulfric didn't told me. Hopefully he'll stop asking and let it slide.

"Was that all?" I gave him a short nod.