Chapter 1
Thirteen years passed since that night. I won't go into details of what happened after that night until later. Maybe.
Well, now I'm eighteen years old, and ready for adventure. I decided to go to Skyrim when I couldn't find work in Cyrodiil. At least, not the kind I wanted. So I gathered up some clothes, weapons, (Which isn't much,) and all the gold I had left in the world. I didn't have much, but I hoped it would be enough to get across the border into Skyrim, and traveled there. So here's where my real story begins.
I was walking by some guards in armor with blue on them who seemed to be escorting some dude on horseback wearing brown furs and had long-ish blonde locks.
Guess I'm not the only blonde here then. I thought.
They were all walking slowly, and carefully. I looked to my right and saw a horse with no man on his back. But I saw a man with dark hair walking closely by it. Maybe he's the stable boy. I thought. Sure looks like one. I decided it wasn't important and walked a little faster towards the borderline. Almost there.. I thought.
The guard was just standing there, waiting. I thought I heard a rustling to my left but figured it was a chipmunk or a squirrel, ignored it and walked on. Almost there. Once again I thought I heard rustling in the woods, but continued to ignore and walked on. Better get my money out. I thought. I was reaching into my pocket when I heard men yelling and horses footsteps. I was about to turn around when I something collided into my head and everything went black.
"And who do you think you are, telling me what I can and can't steal. It's a free country!"
"Not that free you idiot! Especially since the Empire took over…"
Duh fuk? I was….Moving. Not too fast or too slow. And my head…Ohhh my head… I tried to touch my head, it felt like I was bleeding, but I noticed my hands were bound. At least I'm lying into something soft and….Furry? I opened my eyes a little, and groaned a little because the light was bright.
"Hey, I think that girl is waking up." Someone said. A man.
I opened my eyes a little wider and let them adjust then raised my head a little.
"Good to see you're not dead. Although it would probably be better if you were already." Male. Nordic accent. I looked to my left and saw a blonde Nordic man looking at me, smiling faintly. I blinked.
"What…Wait, where am I?" I asked. I looked to my right and came in contact with brown fur. I looked up.
Another Nordic man was looking down at me. I raised myself up a little more because I was still kinda leaning on him. He didn't say anything for he was also bound and gagged. Actually, now that I had straightened up, and looked around a bit, everyone was bound. Both the Nordic men were bound, but only one was gagged, and another man who was across to the right from me was bound.
"Hey, you're that dude that I saw by the unoccupied horse." I looked to the man beside me. "And you're the dude I saw riding a horse. What's going on? And why are we in these wagons? Where are they taking us?" I asked.
"To the end of the line." The blonde Nordic man who, (now that I looked closer at,) was wearing armor with blue like all the other men, and was sitting across from me to the left.
"End of the line? What'd mean?" I asked. "He means we're going to DIE!" Cried the dark haired man. At those words, my heart sank, and I shivered. Death? No way. I couldn't die. Not yet, I still had to become a knight, and find….
"Ugh! You make it sound soo dramatic!" Said the Nordic man to my left in frustration. "Look young one," (he looked me in the eye and smiled a little reassuringly.) "don't listen to that idiot. He's just nervous." "But are we really going to our death?" I asked. The Nord hesitated, then nodded slowly. I gave out an exasperated sigh and looked ahead of us. "I'm sure it won't be bad!"
I threw him a disbelieving look, in return he said, "I'm sure it'll be quick and painless. You'll see, you won't feel a thing." He flashed a fake smile in my direction.
The dark haired man snorted. "Yeah right. You just keep telling yourself that blondie." He said. A muffled growl came from the man beside me.
"Oh, what's that? You wanna say something to me blondie? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He taunted. "WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOU CREETAIN!" The Nord in blue armor yelled. "Do you have any idea who you're talking too? That's Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, High King of Skyrim!" He said loudly.
The dark haired man looked taken aback for a moment, but upon realizing who the gagged man was, looked angry. "So that's why we're riding to our death!" He sneered. "It's because of you! You and your army of dirt bag Stormcloaks!" He said angrily. He was about to say more when the guard in front driving the wagon we were in said, clearly vexed, "Shut up back there!" We all became silent.
We had now been riding into a village and were passing houses. The blue armored Nord said a few more things, but I wasn't listening. We passed a house where a father was telling his son to go inside the house. Finally we stopped. I noticed there were many other wagons with, apparently, Stormcloak soldiers were getting off the wagons and standing in a line. Men and women in red armor with clipboards were calling people's names. I was the last to get the wagon. I almost fell off trying to get off the wagon, but the Jarl Ulfric guy walked a little towards me and motioned for me to put my bound hands on his shoulder. I did so to keep myself steady as I climbed down. I nodded my thanks, but he just blinked then walked a little in front of me.
Um, okay? I thought. The Nord in blue Stormcloak armor was just climbing down when a man about his height in red armor looked at the Jarl and called his name. "It has been an honor Jarl Ulfric." Murmured the Stormcloak solider as he walked away to stand in a line.
"Ralof of Riverwood." Said the red armored soldier, if somewhat tensely.
They glared at each other as the man Ralof in the Stormcloak armor walked off to join some other soldiers.
"Lokir of Rorikstead." Said the red armored soldier. "NO! I WON'T DO IT! YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE!" He yelled. He started to run, and I heard a female soldier cry, "HALT!" But he didn't stop. "ARCHER'S! TAKE AIM!" She yelled. "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!" The archers aimed, then released their arrows. The man named Lokir hit the ground dead.
"Anyone else feel like running?" Said the female soldier loudly turning back the other soldier in red armor.
The female was wearing silver and red armor, while all the other soldiers were wearing brown leather and red armor. "Continue Hadvar." She said. The soldier in front of me turned back to face me. He looked at me, then the check list. "Captain, this Nordic girl isn't on this list. What should we do?" He asked looking at her. "Kill'er with the rest of them. It won't matter." She said walking away. I may have been nervous, and scared, but when that Captain said that, my blood boiled.
The man named Hadvar put his list down walked towards me a little and looked down at me sadly. "I'm sorry young one. I can't do anything." He said softly. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. "It's alright. Should I give you my name anyway? Make it official?" I asked.
He smiled warmly down at me. "You don't have too. Not if you don't want too." He said. I shook my head, "Naw I want too. It'll make me feel remembered. Ya know?" I said fighting the impulse to cry, or run. He smiled a little and looked down at his list sadly. "Alright, if you say so. What's your name, and where are you from?" He asked. "My name is Lilly, I'm from…From Skyrim." I said. He scribbled it down, and nodded slowly. "At least you'll die in your homeland." He said. I barely nodded. "Come on, let's not waste any more time Lilly." Said Hadvar. He took me by the wrist, and lead me to where the others were standing, waiting…
A man in about the same armor as the female Captain was talking to the Jarl Ulfric. I wasn't listening to him though. I had noticed a rock, with a box on the other side of it, and the executioner. He did not look friendly at all. The man talking to the Jarl started walking towards the female Captain.
"Alright, let's get this done and over with. Captain, your orders." He said. "Yes General Tullias sir." Said the female Captain. She called one of the Stormcloak soldiers and had him get on his knees. "My ancestors are smiling down upon me. Can you Imperial slugs say the same?" He said.
The female Captain kicked him down on the rock, the executioner raised a gigantic ax, and brought it down the soldier's neck. I watched as his head was chopped off and fell into the box. Blood splattered from the nub in his neck.
The female Captain pushed him aside like dirt. I felt bad for him. Even though I had no clue who the Stormcloaks were, or their Jarl, or who the red armored soldiers were, or why I was about to have my head cut off like a chicken, I still felt bad. Not just for the first victim, or them next ones, but the other soldiers in red armor.
"Alright, next prisoner!" Yelled the female Captain. Suddenly, we all heard a loud roaaar in the distant mountains. "What was that?" Said Hadvar. "It doesn't matter. I said, next prisoner." The female Captain said, clearly annoyed but I detected a hint of tenseness in her voice. Whatever that was, it had spooked her a little.
"You! The Nord in the rags!" Yelled the female Captain. My blood went ice cold. My heart started to race. I looked at Hadvar. He inched a little towards me. "Come one Lilly, nice and easy now. It won't be so bad. It'll be quick and painless." He said softly.
My hands started to shake. I looked behind him, archers and townsfolk were standing near my path to freedom.
I could run. I thought. I looked back at Hadvar. His eyes were soft, warm, and friendly. Water burned my eyes. My head ached. My hands shook. No. I'll face my death like a brave knight facing a dragon.
I took a deep breath, held my head up a little higher, and walked to the rock. I had so much I wanted to do. I wanted to see the world of Skyrim. But now that was all changing. Maybe I'll see mom again. I thought. I knelt down. I sniffed. Ew. I guess my last smell will be the smell of blood, sweat and stinky executioner. I thought. I laid my head down on the rock facing the forest and mountains. Goodbye world. It was nice seeing some of you. And if there are any Gods, please don't let that Hadvar soldier beat himself up over my death. I closed my eyes. I heard the scrape of the giant ax being lifted up… I love you daddy…
"ROOOAAAAAARRR!" The whole ground shook. My eyes flew open. Directly where I was looking on a house there sat the most surprising surprise in my entire life. A giant dragon.
Author's Note: Sorry about the chapter titles up there. I needed to keep track of my documents. lol Anyway, I hope you're enjoying my story so far. I'm working on chapter 2 right now. I'm not quite finished, but I'll upload as soon as I'm done. :) P.S. This is my first fanfic. So no mean comments/reveiws please. But I honestly hope you guys like this story! Thanks!
