My Little Skyrim- The Rise of the Empire

I woke up to the sound of a wagon being pulled across a stone path When I came too I looked around and was surrounded by a forest and ponies dressed in leather armor with a steel finish. In the wagon with me was two other stallions and one mare, all of us had our hooves tied behind our backs and one mare had a cloth tied around her mouth. I was very surprised to see a mare with all of us; something seemed odd that they would do that to a mare.

“Hey, you, you’re finally awake”. Said one of the mares. I looked in front of me were a mare was sitting. He was dressed in the same armor as the other men walking beside us; however his armor was blue instead of red.  He had long blonde mane and he looked like he was built like a solder. “You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into an Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.”

“What thief?” I said. I looked to my right and there was another mare, but he was dressed in rags and he had raps on his hooves. His mane was short and it looked like it hadn’t been taken care of in quite some time.

“Dame you Nightclocks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy.” The thief said towards the solder” If the hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen their food and be half way to Hammerfell.” He then turned towards me.” You there. You and me- we shouldn’t be here.  It’s these Nightclocks the Empire wants.”

“We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief” said the solder.

“Shut up back there.” Yelled one of the Imperial solders back to us.

“What’s wrong with her, huh?” said the thief.

“Watch your tongue. You’re speaking to Princess Luna, the true High Queen.” Said the solder to the thief.

“Luna? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you….. Oh gods, where are they taking us?” Said the thief towards the princess. So that’s her name, I knew of the rebellion for quite some time but I never knew that their leader would be a mare. She was dark blue and her mane was almost like it had night time look to it, it was really pretty to stare at.

The solder answered him.” I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.” Sovngarde was like a heaven to the nord race. A long time ago the world was only populated with four races: the earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, and alacorns. Now we are all divided into many different races of the worlds. Nords are like pure blood earth ponies, they don’t have much to them but they have the fighting spirit with in them. I’m a nord along with the solder and the thief, however Luna is in alacorn. Alacorns are a special type of race they have a mix of both Nord and Elven blood meaning that they excel in magic, however they are also doubly weak against magic too because of their Nordic blood.

“No this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.” I heard the thief cry to my right.

“Hey, what village are you from food thief?” said the solder to the thief

“Why do you care?” barked the thief

“A Nords last thoughts should be of home.” answered the solder in a calming, almost soothing, voice.

“Rorikstead. I’m….I’m from Rorikstead.” Said the thief

Suddenly we heard one of the Imperial solders yell out” General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!” I knew why we going to this town and I didn’t like were this was going.

“Good. Let’s get this over with. Said another voice whose I can only guess belongs to this General Tullius

   To me right I could hear the thief calling out to the gods. “Shor, Mara, Dibelln, Kynareth, Akatosh, Divines, please help me.”

“Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to be with this.” Said the solder with so much hate and anger in his words. There are three different kinds of elves in this world: dark elves, high elves, and wood elves. All elves are descendents of the unicorn race that lived long ago but after years of breading in different habitats they have divided among each other.

“This is Helgen. I use to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel safe.” Said the solder are we rode to the center of the town. Helgen is a small town that was under the control of the Empire. It was a bunch of buildings surrounding a giant tower.

As people started to move into their houses we suddenly stopped moving. “Why are we stopping?” asked the thief who was now scared of the answer.

“Why do you think?” said the solder “End of the line.” the wagon came to a full stop and the solder said “Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.” At that moment I knew the fate of all of us that were captured and I was ready to face that fate.

As we started to get out of the wagon I could hear the thief begging for his life “No! Wait! We’re not rebels”. I don’t understand why he is so fearful of death, doesn’t he know what’s waiting for him on the other side or is that why he is fearful.

“Face your death with some courage, thief.” Said the solder. I agree with him, if you’re going to die then you should face it head on not coward in fear. I can tell that me and this solder share the same thoughts, I only wish we could talk and share some mead together so I can get to know him better. We could have been friends.”

However despite the solders words the thief still pleaded for his life “You’ve got to tell them! We weren’t with you! This is a mistake!”

An Imperial captain then announced “Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.”

To my left I can hear the solder saying “Empire loves their damn lists” I wanted to laugh but I knew that it was an insult and not a jock.

As we stood there we heard the voice of a man call out “Princess Luna, Jarl of Windhelm”. I recognized the man, I think that his name if Hadvar. I remember hearing about him in a town I was staying at, that he had joined the Imperial army and that he was going to be handling the executions of rebels. He is an Imperial earth pony, he is like a nord but imperials are treated with more respect than us nords. He has a short brown mane and he is kind of built like I am, not to muscular but can carry their own. He is also wearing the imperial armor.

As Luna walked towards Hadvar I could hear the solder next to me say “It has been an honor, Jarl Luna.”

Next Hadvar called out “Ralof of Riverwood.” After the name was called the solder walked towards the block. So that was his, I only wish I could have known that sooner. I silently prayed that the gods would be kind to him in Sovngarde. Next Hadvar called out “Lokir of Rorikstead.” I knew that had to be the cowardly food thief.

As a last sign of fear, Lokir cried out “No, i’m not a rebel. You can’t do this!” he then takes off running towards the front of the town. The Imperial captain yells for him to stop but he keeps running. Just as I think that maybe he might make it the captain gives a hand sign, they shoot him and kill him with only two archers. She then turns to us and ask “Anyone else feel like running”

   Hadvar then turns to me and say “Wait, u there. Step forward.” I walk towards him now knowing that this is the end and that these will be my last words ever in this world. He then asks “Who are you?”

I look at him square in the eyes and say “My name is Leonheart, I am a Nord.”

He stares at me and says “you picked a bad day to come home to Skyrim, kinsman.” He then turns to the captain and asks “Captain, what can we do?  He’s not on the list.”

The captain turns to him and says “Forget the list. He goes to the block”

Hadvar says “By your orders captain.” He then turns to me and says “I’m sorry. At least you’ll die here, in your homeland. Follow the captain, prisoner.”

So I follow the caption to the block and await my turn. When we start the captain lets a priest begin to pray, however an eager solder interrupts them and demands that they just skip the prayer and start to kill us. I admire his motives, but as noble as I am to the gods I would like to hear the end of the prayer. The set up the Nightclock solder on the block and cut off his head. As I watch the head sever and the blood come spraying out of the body all I can hear is his fellow solders yelling out to the Imperial solders in anger. However I hear Ralof only commend the solder saying that he was fearless not only in battle but to the very end. Then the caption said “Next the Nord.”

As I walk towards the block ready to face my fate I hear a loud roaring sound in the distance. The caption told us to ignore it and continue with the executions. So I ready myself at the block and look at the executioner as he swings the ax up, but then suddenly out of nowhere a dragon is sitting on top of one of the towers. Everyone panics as the dragon begins to attack the town and destroy everything in its path. I quickly get up as fast as I could and run to the edge of town where I see Hadvar and Ralof standing at two doors to an underground escape route. They both start to argue and notice me come running towards them. They said I have a choice, either escape with Ralof and join the Nightclocks or go with Hadvar and help the Empire. I quickly decide to go with Hadvar because even though Ralof was kind to me and we both share the same beliefs, I would much rather work with the Empire because I can make more money. Before I was captured I was a mercenary and I would take on anything people would ask me to do if there was enough money involved. I said I was sorry to Ralof and I told him that I hope we can meet on the battle field some day. As I watched him enter in the other door I followed Hadvar into the underground route. Once we were inside and the door was shut, Hadvar untied me and we both lied down in some hey piles we found and went to sleep, but outside I could still hear the dragons rampage on the town, so sleep did not come quickly to me.