The Khajiit Dovahkiin
Part 4
Pain. A searing pain that shot through her head was the first thing that Zhavanji felt when regaining consciousness. She held her eyes shut for several minutes, willing for it to go away. Slowly, it began to ache less and less, until she could open her eyes again.
Blinking, Zhavanji began to observe her surroundings. To her left was an Imperial soldier driving a dogcart. She could tell by the movements of her surroundings that she was in it. When she tried to move her hands, she could hardly feel them. Looking down, Zhavanji saw that they were bound tight. She tried to saw into them with her claws, but the ropes appeared to be enchanted.
"Hey, you! Finally awake," said a voice in front of her. Zhavanji looked up to see Ralof's face. Upon closer inspection, she could see that the Nord had light blond hair and a muscular build, with soft blue eyes.
"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there!" Zhavanji looked to her right to see the skinny Nord that had been riding the horse. He was staring intently at Ralof, a burning hatred in his eyes.
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy." He turned to Zhavanji.
"You, you and me, we shouldn't be here! It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants!" said Lokir.
Ah, Stormcloaks! So that's what these Nords are, and apparently Ralof is one of them, she thought to herself.
"If it hadn't been for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfe-"
"Shut up back there!" said the Imperial soldier. The command was promptly ignored by the Nord thief as he looked over at Ulfric, who was sitting right by Zhavanji. She gulped; this was the man who had blown that Legionnaire away…just by shouting! But now, she had to admit that he looked quite pathetic. He was hunched over, bound and gagged, sadness in his eyes.
"What's wrong with him, eh?" said the thief.
"Watch your tounge! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!" shouted Ralof.
The true High King? Boy, this just gets stranger and stranger… she thought, but not daring to make a sound. She wanted to see how this played out. But the next comment sent chills down her spine.
"Ulfric? You're the leader of the rebellion…but if the captured you…oh gods, where are they taking us?" whimpered the thief.
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits," replied Ralof mournfully, and he hung his head in defeat.