I Do not own Elder Scrolls nor it's characters, other than my own OC. This story is to a collection called 'Toying With Reality'
'Thoughts'
"Speaking"
"Dragon Speak"
"Non-english"
A cool wind tousled a young woman's soft brown locks, the hem of her grey wool skirt swayed lightly over pale skin. Her white blouse was tucked neatly into the skirt and her small shoulders were covered by a thick blue wool blazer. Ashley lay peacefully upon a ceremonial stone table, it's base humming with ancient power and sparking with electricity. A few minutes passed and her calm face changed to that of slight pain and discomfort. With effort and no short amount of curses, the short woman began to stir. "What the hell did I sleep on, a rock?" Ashley groaned stiffly pulling her self up into a sitting position her head in her hands, thin fingers massaging throbbing temples. Memories of last nights gaming spree brought back a familiar ache of her back and head, too many hours invested in front of her computer screen made the sunlight hurt her eyes even tho they were closed. Her mother must have accidentally left the air on cause the cold breeze was making her shiver. As Ashley palmed her eyes in a groggy haze, she stretched hearing an audible pop of her spine. Completely unaware of a rider and his horse standing not but nine feet away.
"It would appear so," A deep male voice broke the natural silence answering her question with amusement, causing Ashley to look up startled. She knew that voice, the accent laced within it was a frightening give away. The only problem was that the owner of that voice does not actually exist…well not necessarily, he exists within Ashley's favorite video game. She stared at the Nord man dumbstruck and at a loss of words, mouth unable to open and brain falling short of proper English let alone any coherent train of thought. She just sat there like a deer in head lights. Her heart skipping more beats than any healthy persons would have. Atop a bay horse war horse was none other than the Future High King himself, Ulfric Stormcloak!
Ashley's brows furrowed in confusion as she stared at him, he looked so real, no longer a pixilated being from across her screen. She could see the individual strands of his wheat colored hair dance in the breeze, to the blue grey depths of his eyes flecked with deep sapphire, the wisps fur in his regal yet intimidating coat. Tearing her own hazel eyes away from Ulfrics, she let her gaze travel to the land around her. Ashley gasped at the realness Whiterun in all its enchanting glory was in plain view. Golden hills dotted with grey stone and few trees littered with wildlife and hearty vegetation rolled on till halted by tall and mighty snow capped mountains on all sides. The air was fresh and crisp with wisps of clouds lazily floating in the brilliant blue sky. To the slow dance of golden grass in the wind, the whisper of air between crags. Each pillar of stone around the alter stood tall cutting the light of the sun casting long shadows around the table that she sat upon. Each pillar had carved runes the vivid image of tangible realness, all of it real as the world she came from. 'It was true,' Ashley thought, she was in her favorite game, Ashley was in Skyrim.
What felt like an eternity finally passed with Ashley trapped in her own thoughts, she was startled when Ulfric spoke once again she had almost forgot that he was there, shattering the silence with his deep commanding voice. "Are you alright lass?"
The question was innocent enough but it still made a pleasurable shiver claw down her spine. Ulfric dismounted the stallion with a clank of his weapons and a thud of his heavy boots on soft grass. Making his way cautiously to the young woman. Ashley remained on the stone table her eyes narrowed in apprehension with each booted step he took. Raising battle worn hands to show he held no weapon Ulfric spoke evenly and low, "Don't be frightened lass I'm not gong to hurt you." The poor girl looked about ready to kill over with fear, her petite body was visibly shaking. Stormy blue eyes looked over her smaller form, soft pale skin, the longest nut brow locks he had ever seen nearly licked the table below her wide hips, pink cheeks, rose red lips, to brilliant hazel eyes bright and glossy with innocence and life. Ulfric was held breathless by the delicate beauty of the woman on the table, he nearly forgot to breathe. But the warrior controlled his thoughts and analyzed her strange clothing that she had upon her person, he was surprised to see an amulet of Mara laying between her breasts. But an outsider within Skyrim is not to be taken lightly even if they held the Divines in regard. "Where are you from?" Ulfric said softly to the beauty, he used a tone he often would employ to calm a startled horse.
Internally Ashley battled with herself, the red flags gnawing at her already frazzled thoughts made her want to curl back up and sleep off the pain. 'How did I get here? Why am I here?'. Realizing that she left the Jarl of Windhelm's question unanswered she blushed. Biting her lip she looked at Ulfric's feet unable to meet his eyes still in fear of the reality she was undoubtedly thrown into, "I'm fine." unsurety laced in her voice. Was she really fine? Nothing felt broken or bruised other than her head throbbing like she was hit by a semi truck. But was being in a different universe considered fine? Ashley toyed with her brown locks in agitation. Her fear turned into defensive aggression towards his question on where she was from. "It's none your business where I am from." Snapping in anger Ashley balled her fists glaring at the much larger and stronger man.
Ulfric chuckled at her hostile attitude, 'the little lass has heart' he thought to himself. "Aye tis not my business, my apologies lass." Giving her a nod he put his hands down and stood but an arms length from her.
Cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink Ashley slid off of the cold carved stone alter her bare feet pressing lightly on to chilled stone. Rising to her full height of 5'1 Ashley swayed as her blood rushed strait to her head in a disorienting torrent causing her sight to speckle in blackness. Falling forward, she was thankfully caught by the High King, his arms tightening around her small form. Ulfric slid one arm under he legs hoisting her up onto his chest. Ashley's small hands went to the grey fur of his cloak griping like a cat out of water, hazel eyes wide and cheeks bright red. Her vision was swam causing Ashley to rest her head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of leather, pine, and intoxicating male musk. The mixture of scents blended into a alluring aroma that made her unconsciously move closer to his bulkier frame. " I don't think you're fine lass." Ulfric's voice rumbled in his chest surprising Ashley into momentarily looking up at his face with a sheepish smile and apologetic hazel eyes. She was so close to Ulfric she could feel his warm breath ghost over her heated cheeks, she resisted the urge to touch his face and trace over the scars on his cheek to feel his beard on her finger tips. Her eyelids weighing heavy it was pure effort she used to keep awake as Ulfric walked back up to his steed, sadly it was a loosing battle as Ashley soon succumbed to a deep sleep.
This is a short teaser chapter, the rest I will make longer I promise