Dragonborn
This is my very first story i have made, and its based off of Skyrim, one of my favorite games. This first chapter is gonna be short because I don't have much time to write a big story, but the other chapters will be pretty long. Anyways, like, comment, subscribe and enjoy the story :3
I woke up to the sound of rumbing and shaking. My vision was blurry and i could only see what looks to be a person sitting across from me. I remember I left Black Marsh to seek fortune and a life in Skyrim, but as an Argonian, many won't care for me in Skyrim. "Hey, you. Your finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us, and that thief over there." I just noticed the thief sitting next to the one talking to me, he was covered in dirt from head to foot. "Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along. The Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell. You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The Stormcloak, which I guessed he was said. "Shut up back there!" The Imperial driving the carriage yelled from the front. "What's wrong with him, huh?" The thief gestured towards the Stormcloak wearing a pretty warm and thick looking robe, but oddly he was the only one that had a gag out of everyone else. "Watch your tounge! Your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!" Said the stormcloak. The thief spoke with a surprised look on his dirt covered face "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion! But if they captured you... Oh God's, where are they taking us!?" "I dont know where we are going, but Sovngarde awaits..." The thief looked as if he was going to pass out any second. "No, this can't be happening, this isn't happening!" "Hey, what village are you from horse thief?" " Why do you care? The thief said. "A Nord's last thoughts, should be of home" said the Stormcloak who looked like he was very calm about what was happening.
I hadn't spoken this whole time because my mouth was very sore and numb from the beating those Imperials gave me when I tried to run from the ambush. "Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead." Some voices i hadn't heard before caught my attention. "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" The headsman...that name made a lump in my throat. "Good, lets get this over with". I saw what looked to be the General on top of a horse with some impressive armor as the carriage passed him. "Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me! The thief cried out. It was cold, but the thief wasn't shaking because of the cold. The carriage stopped next to a wall right by a tower in the fort. I was terrified too, but at least I was brave enough to not show it.
We all dropped down from the carriage, and the impact of my feet hitting cold stone almost made me fall. A captain in heavy but strong and shiny looking steel armor called us out one by one, but then she called the horse thief. "Lokir of Rorikstead" said the captain's "assistant". Lokir stepped foward, and I could already tell this would be bad. "No, I'm not a rebel, you can't do this!" Suddenly the thief ran past the captain, but she was too surprised to react fast enough. Then she found her voice again and yelled "Archers!!" A few archers off to the side quickly dispatched Lokir as he fell to the ground, lifeless. "You there, step foward. Who are you?"_ _
_ To be continued....._