~2~ Helgen Dragon Rage
"Get the prisoners out of the carts! Move it!"
She had a glower on her face as she was forced out of the carts and made to stand in line. She was NOT going to die here. She had faced grimmer fates than this to give in now. She growled at Ralof when she felt him bump into her from behind.
"Sorry lass."
"Now step forward when we call your name!"
She took a look around Helgen as it was called. It was a small, quaint village made up of close knit families and hard workers. Her village was like this one before it burned to the ground. Anger burned at her thougths—she had promised herself she would not think of her past.
"Lokir of Rorikstead!"
"No! You have to listen! I'm not a rebel!"
"To the block prisoner!"
"I won't let you!" Lokir took off running, fear driving his feet. "I won't die like this!"
She watched him and knew his fate before the arrow hit. She felt apathy eat at her heart at his death. He did not deserve pity for such a cowardly death.
"You! Step forward."
Since no one was behind her, she knew it was her he called. She put on her best glower when she stood in front of the two.
"Wait…who are you? Captain, she's not on the list."
The captain growled and grabbed the list from his hands.
"Damn the list! Or have you forgotten how she thoughtlessly slaughtered Imperial soldiers in the ambush. Rebel or not, she deserves the same fate."
She grinned manically at the captain.
"I enjoyed every death that ended by my hand."
"To the block!"
The enraged captain practically threw her towards the rest of the rebels and then took her place to the left of the block. She crossed her arms and gestured at the priestess to begin.
"As we ascend your souls to the maker, feel relieved that—"
"Oh for the love of Talos, get on with it already."
A red haired rebel stomped towards the block and stood defiantly in front of it. She felt a brief flicker of pride in her kinsman.
"Fine then."
As the priestess stepped away from the block, the captain planted her foot on the rebels back and forced him roughly onto it. It was proof of her bloody past that she didn't even flinch when his head was chopped off.
"Next prisoner! The nord in the rags!"
Before she could move, a roar echoed off the valley walls. Everyone froze and wondered at the sound.
"What was that?"
The guard captain simply growled.
"I said, the nord in the rags!"
She grimaced and walked to the block. She cursed the captain to the pits of hell when she kicked her head to the block. It was as the butcher raised his axe that she was sure her life would end.
Then a dragon landed on their heads.