"Bandit calm yourself…" Aletta ordered a bit annoyed as she casted a candlelight spell nonchalant "lemmie figure out where we are first then we'll make like a baby and head out" she held the map out in front of her, after a couple seconds of studying the map her eyes went wide! "Morowind!?" She exclaimed "how the hell did we end up in freaking Morowind!?" she asked no one. Bandit snorted at her pressing his muzzle into the map "oh…its upside down" she muttered as she turned the map the right way "you will never EVER speak of that got it?" she pointed at the horse who tossed his head proudly. "Oookayyy sooo" she pressed her lips together studying the map once more "were either nearly in Skyrim…or just-"

"Good evening Madame" Aletta whirled around unsheathing her steel dagger and calling a fireball to her hand, facing towards the voice who had greeted her

"Whoa easy there we mean you no harm" The man assured with a gentle accented voice. Aletta willed away the flames in her hand and casted candlelight spell so she could see the man, still remaining in a defensive stance. The man had appeared more threatening then he sounded, clad in deep red and brown armor, a simple sword and a steel helmet. He appeared to be a nord with his broad shoulders and tall-ness. His other friend seemed a bit…scrawnier.

"What do you want?" she asked forcing herself to keep her voice level

"we just wanted to ask you some questions mam'" he tried taking a step forward but stopped as the crackle of fire was heard from her fist "I'm Hadvar and I'm with the imperial legion…you have no reason to feel threatened" he assured…

"Okay ask questions then…from a distance…please" she added quickly at the end…he was a soldier after all she felt she should show a little respect.

But his smaller, scrawnier friend had other ideas. He walked right at her and got in her personal space "we will do no such thing! We do not take orders from you Breton now empty your pockets and your saddle bags!" Aletta coughed into her shoulder. By the nine this mans breath smelt revolting. Aletta would'nt be surprised if something crawled in his mouth and died recently.

"Merek!" Hadvar scolded the new recruit but the pair continued

"Look I don't want any trouble…so if you'd please just tell me-" suddenly Merek back handed Aletta across the face.

"You listen here you little wench!" he yelled as Aletta Nursed her cheek "I'm not gonna ask you again! Now empty your pockets and-"suddenly a dagger swiped across his face just under his eye. He stumbled back. Aletta kicked him in the side knocking him over. Hadvar took a step forward, to attempt to try and calm the frightened woman but Bandit reared at him his hooves kicking furiously at him.

In one swift movement Aletta mounted the horse that was already bolting in the opposite direction. Keen on getting his master to safety Bandit increased his speed, hooves digging into the earth with every step.

"Don't stop Bandit" Aletta whispered to her horse. Suddenly an arrow shot out of the trees and lodged itself into bandits back leg. He whinnied in pain but he didn't stop. "Keep going Bandit "she encouraged while she shot sporadic ice spikes hoping to scare off the archers.

Suddenly, Bandit tripped and launched Aletta into the air. With a sickening thud Aletta landed on the unforgiving earth knocking the wind out of her. In her daze she looked at her horse that was on the ground neighing and tossing his head around trying to get up

" Bandit?!" Aletta yelled almost as if she was making sure he was there. She quickly casted candlelight a spell, and slid to a stop kneeling next to her fallen friend. She gasped as the light shown on Bandit's leg, it was twisted at a sickenly abnormal angle and the bone was sticking out, splintered like wood. "Oh god…" Aletta whispered "Lady Mara help me" she silently prayed as a wispy gold light formed in her hand. Bandit Whimpered in immense pain. "Shhhhh" she cooed shakily trying to comfort her companion as she healed him. "Your gonna be okay shhh I'm gonna m-make it b-better" she felt her magicka quickly drain, she uncorked a magicka potion with her teeth and downed it. Healing was never her best school and it most certainly isn't now.

But alas this was a pointless effort. Two imperial soldiers tackled her to the ground. But it was not an easy task as she was immensely wriggly.

"Let me go!" she ordered. A flame atronach was buzzing in her hand but unfortunately one of the more highly dressed solders noticed the faint fiery glow.

"Bind her hands! Quickly! She's a mage!" bitch… Aletta thought bitterly as her hands were tightly bound in front of her.

"What's wrong with it?" one soldier asked as he poked the injured horse with a stick.

"It's got a broken leg dumb-ass see?" another solder pointed

"Don't touch him!" Aletta cried tears streaming down her face. "Please just don't hurt him!"

"There's no use to a horse with a broken leg girl" the woman snarked at her "just kill it and be done with it…its giving me a headache…"

"No…" Aletta whispered helplessly as steel swords and daggers were unsheathed "no… no Please don't! No!" Aletta screamed and fought against her captors "please I'm begging you don't hurt him! Ill do anything please! Just don't hurt him please please…" Aletta was full on crying now "don't hurt my baby…" she pleaded with the Female imperial solder who stared at her with blank eyes she actually smirked a bit. The imperial soldiers who were ready to kill the horse stopped and waited for orders.

The woman looked at the crying girl one more time and spoke "make sure she's watching" before signaling them to continue. A sword plunged into Bandit's midsection, the horse cried out in pain before a dagger was thrown into its eye socket

"NO!" Aletta screamed helplessly as she struggled wildly as they continued to mutilate the horse.

"don't fuck up the meat now" one of the soldiers near Aletta called "nothing better than grilled horse" Aletta's foot swung up and hit the man between the legs.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS!" she cried hysterically as she watched them mutilate her childhood friend "I HOPE YOU ALL BURN IN OBLIVION!" suddenly a sharp pain was delivered to the back of her head and she was rendered unconscious.

Aletta's eyes slowly fluttered open trying to adjust to the new lighting arrangements. She felt a pulsating pain in her head that was rather annoying. She tried to touch it only to realize her hands were bound. She sat up and closed her eyes tightly trying to will away the dizziness that came over her

"Hey you" a voice called out. Aletta jumped slightly startled at the presence of another person. She stared at the man for a moment. He looked just like a nord would be described, tall, fair haired and broad shoulders. "You're finally awake" he smirked a bit "we were wondering if you ever would" he shifted a bit so he could face her more "what your name is?"

"I'm Aletta…Aletta Izel" she answered. She figured since he was also noticeably bound she could give out her name without having to worry about it later. "And yours?" she asked with a raised eyebrow

"Ralof of River wood" he answered "id kiss your hand but I can't really do that" he smirked gesturing to his bound hands. Aletta couldn't help but smirk "what happened to you? We heard you screaming…"

Aletta swallowed hard "some of those soldiers... they wanted to search me… I tried to ask them why but they got pissy and then" suddenly the image of Bandit being mutilated came to mind. "Bandit…" she whisperd and she felt tears threatening to spill.

"We heard you screaming that" the man commented

"He was my horse…" she murmured blinking back tears.

"Imperial dogs…" Ralof cursed "I'm sorry"

"You didn't do it you have no reason to be sorry" Aletta said seriously, the grief of her lost friend quickly bubbling into anger towards the imperials. As she glared at the back of the carriage drivers head fantasizing about launching an ice spike though his head.

Aletta had tried to gets some flames in her hand and burn the binds and maybe set herself free. But the binds were so very tight they were cutting off her circulation so bad that her fingertips were turning a blackish blue. Making it hard to will any magicka through her. This is when she also noticed that her robes were in fact gone and replaced with a tunic, she briefly wondered who took off her clothes and felt even more anger bubble in her as she thought about what they did to her when she was unconscious.

"Damn you storm cloaks" another man in the carriage spoke up and Aletta's head snapped in his direction and she also noticed yet another man in the carriage who had a gag in his mouth. She thought to herself she must be pretty out of it right now to not notice two other people in the carriage. "Everything was fine until you came along… the empire was nice and lazy…" he grumbled then turned his attention to Aletta "you there… you and me we shouldn't be here it's the storm cloaks they want not us"

"Were all brothers and sisters in binds now thief?" Ralof snapped.

"Shut up back there!" Aletta's heart sped up in rage as she so badly wanted to spit or yell back or something. But she bit her tongue, she knew when to bite her tongue and this was one of those times.

"And what's wrong with him huh?" The horse thief commented rudely at the man who was gagged. Aletta kicked him in the shin hard "ouch! What the hell?!"

"Look, I know were all in a pinch right now but it doesn't give you an excuse to be an ass" she seethed keeping her voice hushed not wanting to get scolded again.

"You're speaking with Ulfric, true high king of Skyrim!" Aletta eyes widened. She knew what that ment.

"Ulfric Stormcloak The jarl of windhelm?...if they've got you then…oh gods where are they taking us?" he asked his tone quickly turned panicky.

Suddenly Aletta's attention snapped towards the mountains. She could have sworn she saw something black quickly hide behind the mountains. Great…now she's hallucinating. She dove into her thoughts and everything else was a blur…she was going to die because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time? Too many people died that was a she never wanted to be one of them. She was only nineteen for Mara's sake. She briefly though about Saheed and Islander… what would they do when they found she was beheaded? Would they even know? Would they spend months even years trying to find her? She recalled Ralof talking about a girl he was sweet on and some mead but that was all she caught before they started hauling them out of the carriages.

"No I'm not a rebel you've got to believe me!" The Horse thief yelled tears streaming down his face. Aletta kept her head to the ground. Trying to hide the fact she was on the verge of tears.

She noticed Hadvar was calling people up one by one. When he got to the horse thief whom she learned was named Lokir although he did not take this well he tried to make an escape but was immediately taken down by archers.

"Wait… you there, prisoner, step forward please" Hadvar motioned for Aletta to come forward. She complied taking small slow steps towards Hadvar and the woman Aletta now referred to as Bitch face. "Who are you?" Hadvar asked as nicely as he could.

"Sure as hell not prisoner I can tell you that…" she muttered. She heard Ralof snigger. And she could have sworn she saw Ulfric smirk.

"What was that?!" Captain Bitch face asked stepping at her with her hand on the hilt of her sword

"Aletta of high rock" she answerd slowly keeping her voice as level as she possibly could.

"Are you from dagger fall Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue?" Hadvar asked. "Captain what should we do? She's not on the list" Aletta had hope flicker within her thinking she was about to be release and she would be on-

"Forget the list" captain bitch face stated simply but coldly "she goes to the block"

One of the most suckish feelings in the world is when your hope completely falls when it's at its highest points. Aletta wanted to cast a flame atronach and run like hell like they dealt with it. But her hands were bound and there were far too many soldiers

Her life was out of her hands

"By your orders captain" Hadvar looked at Aletta "I'm sorry… ill make sure your remains are returned to high rock." Hadvar added. Aletta looked up at him his eyes were filled with regret. Like he wished he had never stopped her in the first place. It was his fault she was here and she was completely innocent about to die for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could tell he was truly sorry. "Follow the captain prisoner"

Aletta reluctantly followed the captain not noticing the sympathetic look she got from Hadvar. She ignored the words from everyone else as she sent prayers to her divines, Dibella, Kynareth, Stendarr and Mara. Then she heard something she never heard before, it was a roar…not from a bear or a saber cat but something else… a troll maybe?

"What in oblivion was that?" Hadvar asked no one as everyone looked up at the sky as if Akatosh himself would answer

"It's nothing! Continue!" the bitchy Captain yelled.

"sure as hell didn't sound like nothing" Aletta commented as the priest gave them their last rights, until a soldier interrupted her and went up block claiming that they were wasting his time. Aletta couldn't help but watch as the axe swiftly sliced off the mans head. She was actually relived that it was so quick and swift; she had feared chopping off her head would be more like chopping down a tree repeatedly swinging and chopping at the bone.

And then another roar was heard "there it is again did you hear that?" Hadvar asked. But this statement fell on deaf ears.

"Next! The Breton!" the captain called out. Aletta sighed as her prayers were ignored by her divines, she straightened her posture and acted proud as she walked up to the block and set her head on it trying to ignore the warm stickiness from someone else's blood on her neck. She closed her eyes, she tried to keep her racing heart at a normal beat but to no avail she was on the verge of passing out.

Suddenly that same roar from before was heard although it was louder and more prominent than before and not to mention closer.

If Aletta hadn't felt the heat she would have never believed a dragon had landed on the tower behind the headsman. A giant booming sound put Aletta In a daze but she couldn't help but stare at the dragon in awe. She felt someone grab her and throw her over her shoulder. Before she knew it she was safely in a tower.

"By shor could the legends be true?" Ralof asked as he set down the small Breton woman.

"Legends don't burn down villages"

wow it was hard for me to write that about bandit... but don't worry that bitch is gonna get hers...

so whatcha think huh? huh? actiony right? don't worry the romance will start soon ;) but it wont be anything too intense with Ralof or Hadvar in the beginning you see... its mostly Farkas at the beginning but trust me ive got it all planned out and I think you all will like it the story will be very twisty and such

god I love coke-a-cola anyone else? I might just put it in the story its so freaking good.

oh and I'm looking for a BETA im not sure how that works but I hope someone will tell me

thank you timeywimeyspacywacy for the review it is much appereciated