Skyrim: The life of a Dovahkiin

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim is an open-world RPG with an amazing story. I am here to tell you that story; the story of my Dovahkiin.
It contains spoilers, so if you haven't played the game and you do intent to, don't read this. If you have played the game through, or not going to play it at all and don't care about spoilers, do enjoy my story.


1. A ride as a prisoner

The first thing she noticed was the strong sensation of pain in her head, and her eyes flew open. Her vision was blurry at first, and it took a while before all of her senses woke up.

She noticed that her hands were bound, and suddenly remembered being ambushed. Quickly, she looked up and the first thing she saw was a blonde Nord, sitting in front of her, behind him a frozen forest went by. She could hear the sounds of hooves hitting the cold, hard ground and saw that she was sitting in a cart, all of her items were gone, her horse too. She wore the clothes of a prisoner.

“Hey, you. You're awake.” The Nord spoke and she looked at him, nodding to show that she understood him.

“You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.” He looked at the man sitting next to him, another Nord but seemingly weaker and brown haired.

Now she remembered how she had ended up here, as she crossed the border into Skyrim from Cyrodiil, she got ambushed by a bunch of soldiers, and now everything she owned, along with her horse, was gone. Did he say Imperial ambush? She knew about them, and had just right left the Imperial City a few days before, and last she knew of, everything were going okay between both lands, why the hostility now?

“Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy.” The thief said. “If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell.”

He then looked at Cordelia. “You there. You and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.”

“We are all brothers and sister in binds now, thief.” The blonde spoke again, and what a funny phrase to use in such a situation, 'in binds'.

The man steering the cart then yelled at them: “Shut up back there!”

The thief looked at a fourth person, whom Cordelia hadn't noticed before now, but he were gagged, so he couldn't really speak.

“And what's wrong with him, huh?” The dirty thief asked, and the blonde Nord almost yelled at him: “Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.”

The 'true High King'? What had Cordelia now gotten herself into.

“Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm?” The thief asked surprised and glared with big eyes. “You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've capture you...” Now he looked more in fear than surprise. “Oh gods, where are they taking us?”

“I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.” The one Nord said and looked ahead and Cordelia followed his gaze.

“No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.” The thief rambled.

A village was nearing and it wore the flag of the Imperial, she then noticed that another cart that were driving in front of them, filled with people wearing the same armor as the blonde.

“Hey, what village are you from horse thief?” He asked, and the thief answered with a sharp tone. “Why do you care?”

“A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.” The Stormcloak said and the thief sighed.

“Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead.”

Another voice interrupted their pleasant conversation with terrible news. “General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!”

“Good. Let's get this over with.” Another man said, the voices came from behind the nearing walls.

“Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.” The thief cried out and prayed to their gods.

“Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor.” The blonde prisoner said with anger in his voice.

A man in golden armor were sitting on a horse and speaking to an Elf.

“And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this.” He kept talking as he looked around.

“This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in.” He sighed and gave a weak and worried smile. “Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.”

Then a boy sitting on the stairs to a house that they passed by spoke, and they all looked at him. “Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?”

But his dad ordered him to go inside, and sounded to be in a hurry. “You need to go inside, little cub.”

“Why? I want to watch the soldiers.” The kid protested.

“Inside the house. Now.”

“Yes papa.” He said with a sad voice and they heard the door close.

“Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!” A woman demanded and the carts stopped.

“Why are we stopping?” The thief began to freak out now, and the blonde soldier asked him as if he was stupid; “Why do you think? End of the line.”

It ran cold down Cordelia's back as she knew what were coming now. They all did.

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