I don't own skryim! except for the characters I create those are mine

-Chapter 4: The Prisoner-

The floor shaking was the first thing that registered to me. Not the horribly painful throbbing going of in his head, nor the hot sore pains that seem to be clinging to my chest and limbs. It was the motion of my body lightly being shaken that first come to the for front of my rather bruised cranium. The pain slowly reseeded allowing me to attempt to remember what happened, since the last thing I remember was...

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...Attempt was the key word their.

So I did what anyone would do, see what they do remember, only to barley get a damned whisper, which translates to me not knowing were I am! An of course freaking the hell out

Dear god what happened to me?!

*throb*

Suppressing a wince at the return of the damned headache I also welcomed it, the pain distracting me from freaking out or having a panic-attack. Sounds then began to register, hooves against a kind of stone, the weak sound of squeaking wheels, the sound a wooden construct shaking the cart and myself. control of my body slowly returned as well, then voices started to filter through the haze.

"...I Thin-...keing up!". It came through garbled and gunky but I heard it none the less. Ocean blue eyes opened slowly blinking to clear the strange film obscuring my view.

*Cough*-*Cough* My throat hurt, feeling like it had been ripped out then throne back in with little to no care.

"Easy Easy! Try not to move!". Said the voice, who I now recognized to be male, sounding concerned and just a bit...worried?

*COUGH* Burning like fire my throat continued to torture me. Dry and screaming in pain it continued to cough, trying hoping to repair some kind of damage, only to make it worse. Air wouldn't come into my lungs, I couldn't Breath

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"OH OBLIVION!". A voice shouted in front of me barley two feet in-front of me. Two men came at me, forcing me down to the hard wood floor that made up this carriage, holding me down trying to help me. Didn't help AT ALL, hell it made me start to-

Snow was forced down my throat

Choking on the snow hurt and I mean hurt. like trying to chug liquefied dry-ice. Slowly the snow melted trickling down my throat and calming the inferno of pain, the two men continuing to keep my limbs still. As the pain fled air once again was able to enter my lungs. Coughing a few more times I calmed down, cold winter air filling my lungs as I took in breath after breath, I felt myself being lifted carefully back to the seat, and two hands placed on both of my shoulders.

I looked up, my eyes no longer blinded by panic, into a dull grass green. The man was hunched over worry sown across his face blond hair ruffled and sticking out at od ends. Wearing what I can only assume is leather armor tinted blue. His hands bound together at the wrists one atop the other. looking at my right I saw another man. Dirty blond hair and concerned eyes looked onto me, siting to my immediate right. Wearing what I could only call cloths and a cloaked made from animal skins, his mouth gagged tightly.

"That's it, that's it, deep breaths kinsman try to keep that air in your lungs, try to stay calm". I exhaled and nodded, doing as the blonde man said.

"Here". Leaning down he gathers more snow and gives it to me and, almost madly, I shove it in my mouth and began eating it like rabid animal. The two men think nothing of this, war had a way of making you learn how to deal with those who have felt pain, those who have awoken in fear and terror trying to fight what is no longer their. Holding down a panicking man like this was nothing.

"W-wha-". I'am barley able to get a word out before for being interrupted suddenly.

And loudly

"QUIET BACK THEIR OR ELSE I KILL YOU LOT HERE!"

"GO TO OBLIVION IMPERIAL SCUM!"

"WHY YOU-"

"ENOUGH! EYES FORWARD SOLDIER!". Slowly with eyes still filled with anger and rage turned his attention back to the road ahead. During this shouting match my head traveled back and forth watching the blond man and the guard shouted at each other. only to see one of the soldiers riding a horse surrounding this cart and another to yell back and to silence the rather loud man.

"Imperials". He spat out that words as if it were a curse and a hated one at that. Around us were snow covered pines and boulder like steps of earth, and then I took my eyes away from the impressive view down to my hands which were also bound. Continuing I looked down and my heart plummeted as I inspected my clothing. While it was never much to begin with, I still held whatever clothing I could salvage dear to my heart. Like how I'd found my hoodie out-side forgotten on a a park bench with gigantic stains on it, took me almost a week of cleaning the thing to get it to look less filthy than it already was...Took a month to get the weird ass smell out.

The jeans I got from one of my former boss's in lew of a paycheck, most would argue demanding to get paid. Thing is when your only clothing option for pants is a pare of shorts being held together by blue painters tape you'd probably take the jeans anyway. My shirt? got that from another guy named Dell. Dell was...like me, a guy like any other just trying his best to survive in a cold 'only look out for your-self' world. Then we talked. Just talked about weather, sports, TV, dumb ass idiots on the internet...just talked for the longest time and it felt..good to talk to someone who knows what your going through ya now? We became quick friend...but the thing is...

Nothing last's forever no matter how much you want it to

Dell told me he was offered a job up at a construction site in Illinois talking about how it paid BIG. Before he even asked I had to turn him down this place this town...it was my home no matter how much the job paid this was the one place I felt-I KNEW was my home. Dell looked at me a little hurt. But then his trade-mark Devilish smirk, his own personal way of smiling came out and said " Ok". So on the last day in town he bet me I couldn't beat him in a race here, being the more industrial side of town to the park. I win I get the shirt, he wins I give him some of the food I scavenged. Food as in the candie bars I was able to save from the trash, a little expired ya but still good to eat. Smiling I agreed, we pick one of the square concrete tiles that made up the broken sidewalk and counting down from five sped off towards the park.

I won but barley, we spent the rest of the time just laughing and having a good time. And lastly shoes right? That is from a rather weird encounter with a rich ladys shopping spree. Apparently on her wal-strut back to her car, her manserv-butler had accidentally dropped a pair of shoes meant for her husband. I know this cause I was their, seeing the guy caring a literal mountain of useless crap for a women, which I'm sure he hate's, for what probably was a sub-pare paycheck?...Ironic for a homeless teen I know but still.

Walking over I asked if he needed help only for the old bat to spin in her heels and swat at me with her hand bag, which looked rather expensive, like some animal. So a pair of shoes accidentally falling out of the giant stack did seem rather out of place, not when I saw the guys face give me a 'thanks for trying look' then he looked down and saw the flip flops I had been using for years. I'll tell you this duck tape is an amazing thing, but it sucks to walk on. So I saw him...accidentally knocking lose a box of shoes while now have a knowing grin told me to...acquire the forgotten foot-coverings . So seeing massive holes and jagged tears strung along both my long shelved shirt and blue jeans, shoes held up thought thankfully, did not brighten my mood.

"W-w-what? w-where". My voice felt raw and sore, taking far more effort than it should to talk.

"Don't speek". blonde said," I don't know what or who gave you those wounds but by soverngarud you'r lucky". I paused at this. Wounds? What wounds? He feels sore yea but why would he have woulds. Inspecting myself again I see that each limb is covered in tightly wrapped bandages clearly visible through the large openings in my attire, blinking in slight shock I reach up with my, rather uncomfortable, bound hands also seeing the cloth covering them as well. Reaching towards my neck , I search for what might be their and tug slightly at white fabric around my neck.

My eyes found blonde's, questions filling them with a mix of fear. " You've want answers don't you?". I could only nod my hand still held to my throat feeling through the bandages at the rather unsettling amount of scares.

"To begin my name is Ralof beside's you is Skyrim's true high-king-" the guard driving the carriage scoffed with a rather disgusted noise, Ralof seemed not to notice,"-Leader of the Storamcloks"

Before he continued though I interrupted him holding up a hand. Ralof stopped talking and I began struggling to get the words out,"T-t-thank you". I thanked him and also turned to thank the other ma-Ulfric as well, it was the least I could do they probably saved my life.

Ralof smiled and nodded, then he cleared his throat. "We were going to cross the border, going to other provinces to ask for aid in the rebellion-".Our driver grumbled something under his breath, definitely not something polite,"Our camp was almost ready to go...then".Ralof looked at me and his eyes search for...something. Lines came onto his face that told me what he was going to say wasn't going-"Then we found you"-to be...pretty. Silence dominated the cart, the only sound being the turning of the wheels and the clomping of the horse hooves. Ralof continued unaware of the building that slowly began to com into focus.

"Your coat were barley rags...the rest of you...you..yu..you-you were cut to Oblivion!" Ralof's voice, once strong, now shook with horror. My attention was glued to Ralof, his face and the look of disgust and fear. Ralof even looked a little green, and his voice shaking made me afraid of what he would say next. I never noticed Ulfric gaining a fair off look in his eyes, nor how his hands tightened dangerously close to drawing blood.

"You were supposed to die within less than a hour". I stiffen, my back straitened and the hand still massaging my thought froze. A single thought going through my head faster than a shooting star.

I was supposed to die

I was supposed to be DEAD

I looked at Ralof in stunned disbelief and fear, my eyes begging him to tell me it wasn't true. That it's just a sick sick joke...Please tell me that it's a sick joke. "Ad lest that's what our healer said". Ralof continued, his eyes which had been looking away now focusing on mine again. Eyes looking for answers of their own.

"Then you began to...heal. Your wounds knitting back together, like-like my sister sowing a hole shut in my nephews clothes". At this point I noticed that most if not all of our escort eavesdropping on his story, I also noticed that the road leaded to a building that looked rather ominous.

"Even when the wounds shut, the healer bandaged the more severe places where he remembered them being. Said something alone the lines of just in cas-", Ralof paused in his telling after hearing one of the guards curse. One of the horsemen, who was probably listing in ran his horse into a tree. Despite everything Ralof just said the feeling of dread and paranoia that I felt wanting to take hold. Ralof and I looked at the horsemen, whose faced seemed a bit reder than before, looked at him hen breaking down laughing as hard as we can, and laughed and laughed. Not the best idea for me with my throat still being sore as hell but it was so worth it. It also seems our fellow passengers, and fellow carriage also joined in the laughter as well.

"QUIET OR BY THE EIGHT I"LL KILL YOU ALL RIGHT HERE!"

The mood then got killed. No one spoke up again, glances started being thrown my way though. Sighing I looked off into the not so distant destination. Noticing we were closer to the large stone structure, and the feeling of uncertainty stayed long after I looked away. Still made me chuckle looking over at the apple faced horseman though.

The trip turned into a nightmare. Which then turned into hell, run by the most fucked up version of the devil with the sickest sense of humor imaginable. After Ralof ignored the head guards 'Quite or else rule' he finished filling me in. Told me about the Stormcloacks reason for fighting, why they did what they did. Only during this to notice the forth member of our little

road trip. Pale and shaking like a nervousness wreak he looked at the others in the cart-myself in clouded-dressed in ratty clothing his eyes matched his hair brown...his body covered in dirt didn't help his appearance...nor did practically wetting himself either. Truth is I wasn't far behind him, because the carts had reached their destinations.

The place was called Helgen

This is were we are going to be executed

I should be scared for my life I'm being lined up for a crime I don't remember committing. I stopped, though my body moved down standing in front of the other members of our little death row cart waiting to be called on to await our own turns in being be-headed, I realized something.

My memories blank...mostly anyway. I remember Dell, I remember the hardware store, my boss, my home town-what's it's name?...Dammit!-, but besides that the things I remember are fare and few between.

"Dammit think! What do you remember!"

My internal dilemma had gained my full attention, my face having fixed a look of pure determination with my eyes skewered shut trying to remember-what I can remember. So I never noticed the man-Lokir?- trying to run , to escape. Only to have an arrow embed itself in his heart,his corpse drooped to the floor lack dead weight the arrow killing him instantly. I never noticed, nor did I notice when my body began moving forward of it's own accord, my mind finally finding the one thing-out of many- that scared me the most.

"Wait you their, step forward". Moving forward my body working on autopilot stood in front of the man. A tired man with a sad look on his face. Guy didn't want to be hear that's certain yet here he stands, dude just seems weary of...everything.

"Who are you?"

I don't know. I want to say that scream it for everyone to hear!I didn't know my own name! I was in an unknown place surrounded by people I've never heard of probably about to be sent to my death. Yet the one thing that scared me the most-

I forgot the one thing no one should be able to take from me.

The one thing left tying me to by parents. And I was happy, the last thing tying me to ones who abandoned me, who left me to suffer in that twisted hell of an orphanage. I wanted to laugh to cry, yet no such event happened.

So, as I locked eyes with the scribe, I decided that I would give myself a name-

"My name-"

One no one would ever take form me.

"..is..."

So, I'd name myself for the thing I've always admired.

"Snow"

"Snow? As in the stuff?". Guard bitch said kicking up some snow in annoy."What kind of name is that?".

I smiled my eyes staring into hers without a hint of fear.

"Mine"

As I said that not I or anyone else noticed the strange spark igniting in my eyes, if they did they would not call it a spark...the would say it would be more like...

Frost

With an animal wanting to be released along side it.

Soooooooooo...about two years without an update...not going to make some bullshit excuse. So I''ll be truthful, my life has become complicated as all hell. Trying to get into college, trying to not piss my mother off because of my slowly slipping grades. Got a job at subway WHICH I FIND ANNOYING AS ALL HELL... ya has been a long two years. So for those of you guys who have or are interested in this I'm going to put in time for this when I can.

This really is a story I want to make and finish. I already have everything throughout and written down I just have to...start writing more often.

So before I sign off I'd like to respond to my first reviewer! EyeFox!

Comment #1

Thanks for the vote of confidence, you have no idea how much this means to me.

Comment #2

Thank you again. Yes I did go back more than a few time with my best friend to correct my grammar. Truth is the chapter or chapters could of been a lot worse without his help.

Comment#3

...Man that's deep. Again thank you for the confidence, and really really sorry about the time it took me to get this out...also thank you about the title my grammar Nazi friend read your comment which he then told to me...the amount of God dam its that day as he pointed mistake after mistake has yet to forgotten. Nothing against you. Also It's a bit morbid...tiny amount.

One last thing to any reviews please do post anything about errors because no matter how many times I go over these some times I just over look stuff

Thank you again

Chained Snow