So my story begins in a carriage on the way to Helgen. A man in a blue tunic turns to me.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us, and that thief over there." he motions to a man in a rugged brown tunic.
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been on my way to Hammerfell. You there," he turns to me. "you and me- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
The blue tunic guy starts, "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."
The Imperial yells, "Shut up back there!"
The ragged tunic guy says, "Whats wrong with him, huh?" he nods to the gagged man next to me.
"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king!"
"Ulfric? the Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh Gods, where are they taking us?"
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovengarde awaits."
"No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening."
"Hey, what village are you from horse thief?"
"Why do you care?"
"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."
"Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead."
The Imperial shouts out, "General Tulius sir! The headsman is waiting."
Another Imperial, "Good, let's get this over with."
The horse thief starts praying to the gods. Dounds like "oh lawdy 1 and lawdy 2 and 3, please save mah soul. Sovengarde can wait a little longer!"
Blue tunic "look at him, general Tullius the military govenor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they.had something to do with it. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet with a girl from here. Wonder if Vilan is still making that mead with juniper berries. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers made me feel so safe."
I see a boy sitting on a porch with his dad, "Who are they dad? Where are they going?"
"You need to go inside, little cub."
"Why i want to watch the soldiers."
"Inside now."
"Yes papa."
An Imperial lady yells from behind another cart. "Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!"
Fear is settling in when I see the headsman and his long axe. I see the chopping headstone. Maybe horse thief was right. Divines, please let something help me, oh god...
"Why are we stopping?" horse thief.
"Why do you think? End of the line?" blue man. "Lets go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us."
"No wait we aren't rebels!"
"Face your death with some courage, thief."
"You've got to tell them, we weren't with you! This is a mistake!"
The imperial lady calls to us, "Step forward to the block when I call your name. One at a time."
Blue man says from behind me, "Empire loves their damn lists."
The Imperial man standing next to boss lady is shy sounding, "Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm."
Blue man, "It has been an honor Jarl Ulfric!"
Man with list, "Ralof of Riverwood." Blue man steps out behind me. "Lokir of Rorikstead."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" horse thief starts to run.
Imperial lady looks annnoyed, "Halt!"
"You're not gonna kill me!"
"Archers!" The archers beside her pull their bow strings back and 3 arrows go right into his back and he crumples to the ground, blood pooling out. "Anyone else feel like running?"
Me. If i knew I wouldnt get shot.
"Wait you there, step forward." Looking around, I'm the only one left. "Who are you khajiit?"
"Saahni Kishvi. (saw-knee, kish-vee) from the outskirts of Riften."
^*^*thanks this is goodnite for now but it is so fun doing skyrim :3 so...^*^*