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Chapter 1. Sovengaurd beckons

My head was killing me, 'what did I do last night' I blearly thought. When my vision finally came into focus I noticed I was in a rough wooden wagon, "Hey look who woke up," a male clearly nord voice entoned. "You were trying to cross the border, like us and that thief over there," he motioned his head over to a imperial man. "You-" he was cut off by my reply "Yes, I was headed to Valenwood, its a long walk you know."

"Yes of course your a wood elf," he looked unhappy about that. I racked my head for current events in skyrim, of course! "Your a Thunder-hood aren't you!" I proudly proclaimed. "Ha, no elf we are the STORMCLOAKS!" He screamed "HEY SHUT UP BACK THERE!" The guard Commanded. We rode in silence, as I looked around I saw a man next to me gagged. I motioned my head towards him and the blonde nord whispered "Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, leader of the rebellion," I was shocked and unhappy. 'The leader?' I thought, 'what in oblivion did I get myself into?' The ride went on until we reached the chopping block, each one was called from the list and all waited to be executed until, "Lokir of Roricstead,"

"Your not gonna kill meeeee-"

"ARCHERS!" A tall Nordic woman called, the man was quickly shot dead. "Anyone else feel like running?" she asked, silence. Then I was called I gulped collected myself and stared a the list keeper. "Who are you?"

"Morgyna of the seven tree wood!" I said with the most stable voice I could muster.

"What are we going to do she's not on the list?"

"Forget the list she goes to the block."

"I'm sorry we'll make sure your remains are returned to Valenwood," I simply nodded.

One nord was killed -I snickered despite myself- after stating he hadn't got all morning. Then once more it was my turn, the headsman raised his axe as a black behemoth flew on to the tower. "DRAGON ITS UP IN THE CLOUDS!" The dragon spoke something in a strange language that sent a strange stirring in my abdomen. "Come on prisoner thegods won't give us another chance!" The blonde nord - whom earlier I learned was named Ralof - shouted. We ran to a tower that had an open hole for a door, inside a few other rebels and Jarl were already cutting binds, but they seemed to miss me. "Could the legends be true Jarl Ulfric?" Ralof asked, "Legends don't burn down buildings," he stated. That voice it was...disabling, 'Is that why they gagged him?' I wondered. "Go Morgyna up the stairs," Ralof yelled 'Damn it,' I thought 'I wanted to know why he was gagged!'

"Go!"

"Okay." I ran up the stairs towards a Stormcloak soldier when the dragon broke through the wall, "YOL TOR SHUL!" Fire flew out of its mouth, "Jump into that inn there"

Ralof yelled. I obyed and jumped into the burning building, and it stung. I ran and saw the list keeper talking to a man and his son, "Still alive prisoner? Come with me if you want to stay that way," I hated the way he made me sound weak. So I followed him we ran though the burnng town. Then ralof burst though a wall, I had to pick Ralof or that list fellow of course I picked Ralof. We got in the tower and he undid my binds, I took his friend's armor and axe. We ran though until we reached a bear which I shot with my newly acquired bow. Once we reached outside we hid behind a rock as the dragon flew past, "Meet me in Riverwood," Ralof said "Will do."

As I followed the path to Riverwood I saw 3 strange stone pillars. One had a mage holding a staff with cloak billowing behind him, another a warrior battleaxe held high and armor shining, the last was a thief stealthily creeping towards a purse of coins with his hood concealing him. It was beautiful, the thief, so I put my hand to it and pulled it back because it burned. As the strange lights swirled around me I could feel my self growing steadier and quicker, 'What a strange land this Skyrim,' I thought to myself.

I followed the long windind untill it came to Riverwood, I saw Ralof near a house so I ran to it. "Ah, there you are...Morgyna, is it?" he asked, "Yes," I replied. "OK then, this is my sisters house she runs this town,"

"Ralof is that you? By the gods we thought you were dead!"

"Oh don't worry so much Gerdur, we're safe," he consoled. "Speaking of 'we's' who is this woman?" Gerdur asked, "I am Morgyna of seven tree wood, I was with Ralof at Helgan when the dragon attacked," I said plainly. "DRAGON!?" Gerdur screamed, "You didn't mention a damned DRAGON!"

"Calm sister, we're fine and I'm sure Ulfric made it out safe," the blond nord woman's eyes nearly popped. "Ulfric Stormcloak what in oblivion does he have to do with Helgan?"

"Oh that's where we were bound to be-" Ralof cut in, "tested," he lied. "Oh are you a Stormcloak too?" Gerdur questioned, "No, no I was just passing through," I lied, I was good at that. "Oh ok then, but could you..."

I was set off for Whiterun, little did I know it would change me.

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