*This chapter does have the lovely cart scene, couldn't avoid it, I have thrown my own spin on it though.*

The fierce face from earlier was staring back at me, his eyes scowling. I hadn't noticed before the almost claw like hands this man hand, he really looked half beast. I struggled for breath for what seemed like forever, for a while I thought he was going to kill me. As my vision started to blur and my lungs burned, a switch seemed to turn in the man's eyes and he dropped me to the floor.

"Get out of here kid!" He rasped, almost ashamed of himself. Kid! I'm anything but! I ran to the door, arrows jingling in the quiver I still had on my back, I cursed them, wishing he wouldn't realise I was walking out with his possessions. "Wait" He said pulling me back as he held the quiver, lifting it up, trying to get it off me.

I felt my heart ache just thinking I would be parted from my newly attained pride. I instinctively reached for my sword, unsheathing it from my side, I kicked back, knocking him slightly unstable, he had a look of surprise, then of humour, he looked me up and down, already making an opinion of me, something I had seen far too many times to even care, but this time, this time it was different, I guess it was all the nonsense I had fed myself earlier about looking like a warrior, I didn't want it to end. He huffed, an insult all in itself, saying, just try.

"I bet you can't even swing that blade, never mind harm me with it." I frowned in defiance, looking as mean and tough as I possibly could, and then I sheathed my sword again and smiled.

"No I doubt I could, but I bet I could outrun you." I turned on my heals catching him off guard, swung a bed side table down behind me and sprinted down the hall, I slipped my head between the bow shaft and the string while I ran, it hung comfortably between my breasts. I heard the beast man curse and jump over the table, thankfully no one was in the passage and I ran straight through and upstairs, a clear way through the mead hall and out into the mid morning breeze. With all the hustle of early morning trade and children playing in the streets, no one glanced my way, even though I was in a flat out sprint. The beast man was close on my heels, a lot faster that I had thought he would be. From a different direction I saw a stone flying towards my head... That was the last thing I saw.

Swaying of a cart awoken me from my unconscious state, my head pounded from the impact of the stone, I could feel blood caked on my forehead, I looked around the cart as my vision cleared, a familiar man was sitting in the same cart, where had I seen him before? He was dressed in rags with long dark greasy hair, yes, that's right; he was in the mead hall. How the hell did I get here? A blond Nord man was talking to me, I wasn't paying him any attention, not only did I hate Nords I had also realised my hands were bound sending me into a panic.

"You're, Ulfric Stormcloak, the leader of the Stormcloaks", I heard the man from the mead hall say, we were all bound I realised; the man next to me was gagged.

"Oi!"I shouted to the mead hall man, "How did I get here?" He ignored me, he too was in a panic, I looked at the man closer, he had a piece of paper sticking out of his pocket, a man wearing rags couldn't be educated, he would be illiterate, it must be an image with little words and a gold coin sum, it would be a bounty, no doubt my bounty, the son of a bitch dragged me into this! All to get my twenty five gold coin bounty! Anger filled me. I realised then that my weapons were missing as well.

"Oi!" I shouted again, kicking him in the shin this time, it got his attention.

"Ow! You bitch!" He screamed.

The guard hurried her horse to the side of the cart "Silence you rebels!" She shouted at us as a warning.

"Calm down." Said Ulfric. "We don't want to get into any more trouble."

"Were my weapons?!" I hissed at the thief.

"What?" He asked in genuine ignorance.

"The weapons I was carrying!"

"This is your last warning!" Shouted the guard.

"I don't know" He said, trying to think back. "That man took them." And that was all he was going to give. That damn man beast took my weapons! Tears welled up in my eyes.

"You have a lot more to worry about than your weapons." Said Ulfric. He carried on talking but I was distracted.

I could hear faint words, distant, ancient words, they were so familiar, I had heard them the day before, they were the ones that filled me with power. I felt stronger now, even though they were just a faint whisper. The cart stopped, I noticed my surroundings, we were in Helgen, so many times had I been there, I would never have imagined it would be my tomb.

"All right, every one out." Shouted a guard.

"No." Cried the bastard that got me into this mess. "You won't kill me." He took his chance and ran off in a futile effort; the guards fired their arrows killing him before he could get away. I had no remorse, Serves him right! I thought looking at his corpse. The guards took names; I hadn't taken in the seriousness of the situation before I saw the headman's chopping block. The guard lectured Ulfric, apparently he was the one that started the war Skyrim had been thrown into, I wasn't one for politics but you were stupid not to realise there was a war, Ulfric Stormcloak had planned the murder of the king and started the rebellion.

Before the guard could finish his sentence, a piercing roar came from the sky, my vision blurred, filling me up with hope as everyone searched the skies. With no sign of any imamate danger, they seemed to move on with the proceeding, ignoring the threat from the skies. A deity started saying her blessings on our lives, I rolled my eyes.

"Oh for the love of Talos, let's get this over with." I chuckled, wanting to give the man a high five. The empire was trying to get rid of the rule of the god Talos so it was as much of a punch in the face he could give with his hands bound. The man knelt down and the headman lifted his axe and in one smooth motion the man's head was cut cleaned off. The guard kicked the man's body out the way.

"Next prisoner." The guard shouted looking at me; I was next, my heart thumped in my chest, was this where I was going to die? In fucken Helgen of all places! I knelt down next to the decapitated body, his head was in a small basket, it dawned on me that that was where my head would be in a few seconds, no dignity in this!

A roar came from the skies again, this time I saw the figure in the sky, blue scales shimmered like the shine off sea water. The dragon landed on the roof with a huge shriek, the force of its roar knocked the headman to the ground. I shot up, I felt almost as if the dragon had come here to save me. My thoughts were diminished as the dragon directed a powerful roar that knocked me to my feet again.

"Come on!" Shouted Uric, "The gods won't give us another chance." I ran off hands bound, Ulfric had already got his hands on a sword. I felt helpless with my hands bound but couldn't find an opportunity to cut the ropes. I glanced behind me, the dragon was lifting the guards up with is teeth, swallowing them whole. "Quick, to the watch tower." We ran together into Helgans' watch tower.

"Ulfric." I shouted holding out my hand. "My hands are bound." He came over and cut the ropes.

"Quick, arm yourself." He said pointing to a corpse, there was a sword in his sheath; I pulled out the sword, and took his quiver and bow. Even with the attack underway, I felt like a different person, taking orders from Ulfric Stormcloak, brave rebel defying the empire. I could be one of his followers, defending the people of Skyrim's rights.

I ran up the stairs to the top of the watch tower, taking two at a time. Before I got to the top, stones and rubble flew from the wall in front of me, a dragons head stuck out, he was shouting words to me, and I couldn't understand them. The power of his speech knocked me flying, I didn't feel he was deliberately trying to harm me, he was trying to communicate. The dragon seemed distracted and looked to the skies. . A second roar came from the skies, this one felt different, more maleficent. The first blue dragon flew off.

"Oh Stendarr, protect us." Said Ulfric looking out the window below me on the stairs of the watch tower. "Don't tell me there are two dragons." I stared out the hole in the wall at the scene before me; a grass green dragon seemed to come from the opposite direction.