Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim, just my own made up characters.
Okay everyone this was originally apart of Chapter 2 but when I saw how long it would be I had to spilt it hope you like it and thanks for reviewing.


I sit up ignoring the pain in my head and notice that I'm lying on a small wooden table, where am I? Looking around I see a Stormcloak standing in front of me with a sword at his belt and an axe dripping blood in his hand. On a closer observation I see that this guy is Jack. "Jack?" I say just to make sure.

Jack turns around and I see the blood splattered down his front and for a split second I worry that it's his. "It's not mine," Jack nods at the corpse of the imperial captain on the floor, "it's hers and if your wondering how you got here I carried you, wasn't easy."

"You carried me through all that?"

"Yep, there was no way I was going to leave you behind," Jack smiles swinging his arms around.

"Thanks," I smile back.

"Take this," he says wiping of the axe and handing it to me, "you need to have something to defend yourself with."

I nod and gently swing the VERY sharp object in my hand. "The gate is open, move!" Ralof calls to us the gate in question swinging open.

We follow Ralof through the gate and down the stone steps, it is long before we hear screams and see a bluish light ahead. I ready my axe and glance at Jack to see he has done the same with his sword. "Watch this," he whispers before jumping into the room.

I follow him in just in time to see him duck a lightning bolt and expertly swing around his sword slicing the imperial's head clean off, bringing the sword back around he parries a blow form another imperial and stabs a fatal wound to the chest. All the other imperials dispensed by other stormcloaks Jack turns back to me smiling at the shocked expression I am sure is on my face. "Ya that was totally boss! Did you see that duck? It was like the matrix when that guy dodges those bullets," Jack says bouncing over to me.

"Where did you learn fancy moves like that?"

"Fencing, looks like those lessons do pay off."

"I'll say."

We soon make it through the rest of the caves and head in the direction of Riverwood but not before we make a stop at the Guardian Stones. They look just like in the game, warrior on the right, Thief on the left and mage right in the middle. "These are the Guardian Stones, three of the ancient stones that dot Skyrim's landscape," Ralof says as we approach the stones.

"Hey Crystal which stone do you pick?" Jack says looking at me.

"Warrior," I say without hesitations.

"Hmmm. I think I'll go with… the Mage; magic should come in handy right? Plus I'm too clumsy to be sneaky," Jack says reaching over to touch the Mage stone, making it glow.

Following the suit I touch the Warrior stone and feel warmth spread through me and suddenly the axe in my hand seems less awkward and more deadly. Ralof it seems approves my choice, as he gives me a warm smile but frowns slightly at Jack. "Mage, eh? Well to each his own. It's not for me to judge," he says shrugging.

We follow Ralof into Riverwood and sit by while he speaks to his sister Gerdur and her husband Hod. She asks us to inform Jarl Balgruff about Riverwood's danger and gives us supplies for the Journey, not wanting to waste time we set out immediately. Walking down the road it's really quiet and then suddenly Jack just randomly bursts out into song.

Oh, yeah!

In other circumstances you might fail

'Cause I know you don't have a beaver tail

You're not a platypus

But I'm gonna see you sweat...

Milk!

We're gonna see how much you can take

I'm gonna work you through your union break

You squeeze a silkworm, what'cha think you're gonna get?

Silk!

But I know a way; we can make you a warrior

Even though now you're a wuss

It's the way of the platypus...

But that's just the general information. Here's some of the specific things you can look forward to in your workout...

Your gonna run up a ramp with two buckets of water

Swing over muck for some reason

At some point you'll drop to your knees when it's rainin'

And look up into the sky-y...

You'll stand on a post with your arms out

Hey, these flowers are way out of season

You'll fly to a swamp planet, meet a little green man

and move big heavy things with your miii-ii-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-iiind...

But I know a way, We can make you a warrior

Even though now you're a wuss

It's the way of the platypuuuuuUUUUUUUSSS...

It's the way of the platypus!

"What was that?" I laugh.

"Phineas and Ferb song. The Way of The Platypus from the episode when they are in ancient China," Jack grins.

"Nice choice what about…"

To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin' there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan
Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sun
I'm on fire and born to run
You looked at me and I was done
And we're, we're just getting started

I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang
Ooohh

Stayed there 'til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

When I think about you, I think about 17
I think about my old jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped into you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if I whispered your name
I bet there'd still be a spark

Back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your mom would think
About your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
You hear sometimes late at night
On your radio

Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear Born in the USA
You relive those glory days
So long ago

When you think about me, do you think about 17
Do you think about my old jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen
Woah Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

"Nice, you have good tastes," Jack says.

"Thanks."

We walk in silence for a few minutes' then big stonewalls and an even bigger palace looms up in front of us several km away, Whiterun. Time to meet Balgruff.


Okay everyone hope you liked this but I have a little announcement. Sadly I still have no computer at home and with school coming to a close Very soon I won't be able to update as well (not that my updating is the greatest to begin with but you get the idea). So just to warn you to please be patient because the chapter WILL come no matter what lengths I have to do to get them to you.