A Teen in Skyrim
Polytheist
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A teenager awakens in Skyrim and cannot wait to experience this whole new reality.
A Teen in Skyrim
Waking up in a video game is hardly a cause for celebration, unless that game is Skyrim in which case it's awesome.
Sure it was a little cold and the rattling of the carriage was annoying, but that didn't matter for I was now the Dragonborn; a mortal born with the soul of a dragon, destined to defeat the World-Eater Alduin and save all of Tamriel.
This was going to be epic: swinging huge battleaxes, shouting dragons down from the sky, hurling lightning bolts at the twist, degenerated Falmer and, most importantly, pushing those Imperial Bastards out of the north. And if I got bored maybe become a vampire; that Serana chick from the Dawnguard add-on was hot.
I instantly knew those who were tied up with me.
There was Ralof, a blond Stormcloak soldier; a gagged Ulfric Stormcloak, Skyrim's true High-King; and Lokir of Rorikstead, the most cowardly person I had every laid eyes on – and I had a little sister.
Come to think of it they were looking at me a little oddly. It was probably because I was ignoring their attempts at conversation because, to be honest it really didn't interest me; I watched the carriage scene once then continually used the auto-save when creating a new character because it was just so boring.
Or it could be because I was humming Ragnar the Red; damn that tune was catchy.
Eventually we made it into Helgen. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes when Ralof when starting going on about some childish crush he once had; Gods you think he was a teenage girl not some burly Nord warrior.
I did however start tapping my foot when they were checked against Hadvar's dammed list. I think I was annoying the Redguard Captain, which was a plus; or maybe she always look like a dog farted under her nose.
Huh, Lokir tried to run again; I'd think that after all those time he died before would have tipped him off that resistance was futile.
"Wait. You there Imperial. Step forward," Hadvar commanded.
"Are you blind?" I growled, "I'm a Nord you moron."
The two soldiers glanced at each other.
"Very well Nord," Hadvar conceded, "What is your name?"
I smirked; I had always wanted to do this.
"Why should I tell you Imperial Pigs anything?"
Hadvar sighed. "It is to insure you are returned properly."
"So you are going to executed me whether I'm on your precious list or not," this was fun.
Once again the two glanced at each; this time Hadvar shrugged.
"He does have a point," the Redguard said.
I smirked triumphantly.
"No sense in delaying any longer."
My eyes widened as she unsheathed her sword; this wasn't how it was suppose to go.
I gasped as she stabbed my right through the chest; blood flowing as the blade withdrew.
My whole body went numb as I fell to my knees.
"But...Alduin," I spluttered around the coughs of blood.
As darkness took my senses I couldn't believe the final words I heard.
"Who's Alvin?" Hadvar asked.
"No idea. Write it down, must've been his name."