"Who... are you?" Will thought for a moment. He wasn't sure what to say. Hey, I'm actually from a different country miles away from here! I have no idea where I am! Probably best to keep to the bare basics.
"My name is Will Treaty." The solider nodded.
"You're a long way from the Imperial City. What're you doing in Skyrim?" Will groaned inwardly. More names of places. The solider went on. "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list." Will perked up for a moment. Perhaps we wasn't to die today! However, his hopes were just as quickly expelled.
"Forget the list. He goes to the block!" The captain replied snappily. The soldier glanced back to Will with regret on his face.
"I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Cyrodiil." Will nodded. It wasn't his fault he was sentenced to die. He walked over to the block with the rest of the prisoners. He arrived just as the general was talking to Ulfric.
"...and now the empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace." Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the city. Will's blood ran cold. The sound... could it be a Kalkara? No, it didn't sound quite right. But what was it? The others were anxious as well. Will heard the soldiers questioning about it to themselves, but they were quieted by the captain. She then turned to a priestess in yellow robes.
"Give them their last rights!" She commanded, and the priestess began to speak.
"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you-" She wasn't able to finish, however, as a stormcloak soldier interrupted her and stepped forward.
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." The priestess looked offended and responded with a snappy, "As you wish." The guards came and pulled him over to the chopping block as he yelled at them.
"Come on! I haven't got all morning!." He was pushed down onto the block and was positioned for his execution. He looked up to the captain and spat at her," My ancestors are smiling at me. Can you say the same?" Then, just like that, he was gone. His body was kicked to the side of the block while the stormcloaks roared in anger. The captain ignored them, however, and moved to the next prisoner.
"Next, the renegade from Cyrodiil!" Will gulped. This was it. After all of his adventures, all of his near escapes, this was going to be his end. In some foreign country with no idea where his is, he was going to die. He stepped forward to the block. The imperials pushed him down to the block and the headsman took his mark. It was all over.
Then the dragon landed.
AN
Hello! Moslanman here. Gonna be honest with you, this was going to be one chapter. However, it seemed a bit too long for one block, so I chopped it in half. Like that stormcloak. (Too soon?)
Anyway, I'm going to try for one chapter a week with this. Unless I don't do that.
Um.
/AN