Skyrim: The Equestrian Age: Chapter 1: Fate

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Today will go down in history, but nobody expected it to end the way it did.

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“Hey you.”

I turn my attention to the blond Nord and glared at him.

“What.”

“You're the one that was trying to cross the border weren't you?”

“Thanks for the statement Captain Obvious.”

“Is now the time for sarcasm?”

“Well we're all about to be killed so I think I earned the right to do so.”

I turn my attention away from the blond nord as he continued to talk.

“Look, for whatever it's worth I want to apologize for you getting caught up in that ambush for us. Even to that thief over there.”

The ‘thief’ then joined in on our conversation. “Damn you stormcloaks. Skyrim was just fine before you showed up. The empire was nice and lazy. Hey you, You and me, we don’t belong here. Its these damn stormcloaks the imperials want.”

“Were all brothers and sisters in binds now thief.”

I join in. “I am not one of your sisters.”

That was when the imperial soldier driving the cart spoke. “Shut up back there.”

We stopped talking for a few seconds before the thief spoke again as he looked at a Nord with some cloth wrapped around his mouth. “What’s wrong with him?”

The first nord then spoke in anger. “Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, The true high king.”

The thief was taken aback by this revelation. “Ulfric Stormcloak? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. So wait if they have you... Oh gods where are they taking us?”

I did have a little hope that I could have some chance of being let go because of this misunderstanding, but if Empire has their current biggest enemy in their clutches, I am pretty sure they aren't going to cut corners on who they are going to kill for something like this. So that means only one thing for me. The chopping block. ‘Well, if I am going to die I might as well do it with dignity.’

The blond nord then spoke. “Looks like sovngarde awaits.”

‘And I await to see the Faust, Luna, and Celestia.’ I’m not picky on who I have faith in.

The thief starts panicking a bit. “No, this isn’t happening, this cannot be happening.”

The blond nord replied. “So where are your two from?”

I turned back to the nord. “Why should I tell you that?”

The thief spoke just after me. “And why should you care?”

“A nord’s last thoughts should be home.”

“I’m not a nord. In case you couldn’t tell I’m a equestrian.”

“My apologies, I am aware, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least have a good thought before we all go to whatever afterlife we believe in.”

“Fair point. Well if you must know I am from Canterlot.”

The thief spoke. “I am from Rorikstead.”

I closed my eyes and I Imagined my home. Canterlot. It may appear to be a city of nobility, but I did what I could in the less known parts of canterlot. Mainly the poorer, slightly more dangerous part of the town. It may not have been the most appealing part of the city, but it was still home, and I did miss it right then. I remembered my mom and dad. One of the oddest pairing you will ever see. Diamond Crack as my mom and Clever Sword as my dad. My mom was a crazy unicorn with red fur and had a grey mane. My dad was a calm Earther with a navy blue fur and a black mane. Opposites attract as you can probably guess. ‘I remember my friends back home use to call my morally gray.’

I chuckled a bit, luckily it wasn’t quite loud enough to be heard by anyone else. I look to my right and see the town. ‘Well, I guess this is it.’

I then heard a guard speak to a imperial on a horse at the very front of this little escort. “General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting.”

The imperial on the horse known as ‘General Tullius’ replied. “Good! Let's get this over with.”

I couldn’t help, but glare at him. ‘What is he in rush for? We’re about to be executed.’

The thief then started speaking, mostly to himself. “Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, Please help me,” he begged.

The blond Nord then looked to his right and looked at General Tullius. “Look at him, General Tullius, The Military Governor.” ‘I don’t why, but that doesn’t sound right.’ I turn to General Tullius who passed by some elves. The blond nord then spoke with disgust in his voice. “Looks like the Thalmor are with them. Damn elves. I bet those elves had something to do with this.” I glare at the blond nord silently. ‘I know you Nords don't exactly have the best history with elves, but come on, let's leave racism out of this.’

We continue to move through the town as the blond nord looks around. “This is Helgen. I use to be sweet on a girl here. I wonder if Vilod is still making mead with juniper berries mixed in.” I sit there wondering myself if these guys will have enough respect to give some of us a last drink. ‘Probably not.’ The blond nord then spoke again when he looked at the walls of the town. “Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls use to make me feel so safe.”

I responded this time.

“Irony can be very cruel.”

The blond nord turned to me. “I was wondering if you were going to stay silent this entire time.”

“Not exactly much to talk about.”

“Care to share any last thoughts.”

“Not really.”

“Were you sweet on anyone?”

“...is now really the time to ask that?”

“It's good to see the light in any situation.”

“If you say so.”

I turn to house we pass by as a child that was on the front porch. “Who are they daddy? What's going on?”

The father responded. “You need to get inside little cub.”

“Why papa? I want to watch the soldiers.”

“Inside the house. Now.”

“Yes, papa.” The child said with disappointment as he was brought into the house to not watch the execution. ‘Trust me kid, you don't want to see this.’ We are all then brought to the middle of the town where the executioner was. A female imperial captain yelled. “Get those prisoners out of the carts. Let's move it!” The cart was then slowly brought to a stop and the thief looks like he was about to panic as he spoke.

“Why are we stopping?”

The blond nord replied. “Why do you think? End of the line.”

The cart came a complete stop and the blond nord looked to me. “Let's go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.”

I replied. “Might as well get it over with.”

All of us in the cart were getting up to get out of the cart while the thief was a bit of a panic attack. “No Please! We're not rebels!”

He turns to Ulfric practically begging. “You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!” I couldn't help, but roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, that will convince them. Ask the biggest criminal in empire to vouch for you. I understand you're scared, but come on, don't be stupid.’

The blond nord replied. “Face your death with some courage thief.”

I replied. “Cut him a break, this isn't exactly something most aren't scared of.”

“He needs to grow a backbone.”

“Maybe, but still, who wouldn't be at least a little scared in this situation.”

“No nord should.”

“Well not everyone can be fearless.”

The imperial captain shout at us. “Shut up and get moving!”

Both me and the blond nord stopped talking as we all got off the cart. The imperial captain then spoke again. “Walk over to the block when we call your name. One at a time.”

The blond nord then spoke quite enough so only I could here. “Empire loves their damn lists.”

“What? It's just organization.”

“Of our deaths” he said with some hatred.

“True, but still I don't see the point in getting mad at a list.”

Before the blond nord could respond a brown haired Nord soldier walked up with the list. “Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of windhelm.”

The blond nord the said some final words to Ulfric. “It has been a honor, Jarl Ulfric.”

Ulfric walked over to the group of prisoners near the chopping block. I felt indifferent about him. On one hand he's about to be executed and he clearly has a lot of respect from his soldiers, so he must of done something impressive to get that. On the other, he must have done pretty damn bad to be the empire’s most wanted. So I'm feeling neutral about him.

The Nord soldier then spoke. “Ralof of Riverwood.”

‘Ralof. Well, See you in after life I suppose.’ He walked over to the group of rebels. I actually kinda liked him, he may be rebel, but he's still a person, and he did actually try to get to know me. He did his best to make light of this situation, so I guess I'll miss Rolaf. I just hope that elf comment wasn't meant in racism. If it was then he already lost all my respect.

The imperial nord spoke again. “Lokir of Rorikstead.”

‘Oh, his name is Lokir, well at least he will-’ I never got to finish that thought since Lokir finally snapped. “No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!” Lokir then ran for his life. The Imperial captain then shouted. “Halt!”

‘What in Tartarus does he think he's doing?!’ The thief continued to run and thought it would be good idea to mock them. “Your not gonna kill me!” The captain shouted “Archers!” I closed my eyes as I then heard a arrow was fire and Lokir’s scream.

I opened my eyes again, and saw Lokir’s dead body a few yards away. I may not have liked the guy, but he didn’t deserve to die that. I turn back to the imperial captain who then shouts. “Anyone else feel like running?”

I quickly shook my head. I would never admit it outloud, but I was actually pretty scared right now. The brown nord then looked to me. “Wait, you, step forward.” I slowly come forward try my very best not to show fear, but I think the Imperial captain could see it in my eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Crystal Fate.”

I am a female earther, my mane is navy blue and my fur coat is light grey. My mane is styled like a ponytail. My talent mark is a silver dragon with a strange symbol right next to it. The symbol was basically black ‘O’ with two lowercase ‘I’s placed on lower right corner of the ‘O’ with the left ‘I’ being slightly bigger than the one on the right. What’s even more unusual about this is while I don’t like to talk about it, I was actually born with my talent mark. Nobody could figure it why or how it happened. While I don’t mind it, it would be nice to know what exactly this means. ‘That's not to say I'm not skilled.' My mom taught me a how to lockpick and my dad taught me how to use a sword in both of my hands. So being ambidextrous helps. I prefer using two swords in a fight. I’ve never killed anyone, but I can't say I don't have the training.

He wrote down my name in his list. “You picked a bad time to visit Skyrim, Earther.” ‘Tell me something I don’t know.’

The Nord soldier turned to the captain. “Captain, What should we do with her? She’s not on the list.”

When the nord said that, I had hope. ‘Maybe I could at least get some jail time. Maybe they could let me go? Maybe-’

“Forget the list. She goes to block.”

I speak with a little disbelief in my voice as the small about of hope I had was quickly stomped out. “What?”

The Imperial nord looked guilty as he replied. “By your orders, Captain.”

The nord turned to me. “I'm sorry. We will be sure that send your remains back to Equestria. I wish there was more I could do.”

I look down at the ground as I give a big sigh. ‘I guess this is really it. Well, at least I can say I had a decent life.” I look back at the nord and the captain with more courage this time.

“...It's fine. I don't blame you. Her on the other hand.”

“Shut your mouth prisoner, follow me.”

I grumbled as I followed her to the other prisoners. As I stop to stand in the group I look to my left to see General Tullius talking to Ulfric who still had that cloth covering her mouth. “Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn’t use a power like ‘The Voice’ to murder his king and usurp his throne.”

Ulfric just makes muffled noises.

"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."

I could only stare dumbstruck and pissed after hearing that. ‘HE DID WHAT?! Ok now I understand why they want us all dead now. I can't imagine the uproar back home if something like that happened over in Equestria. Wait, what was that thing about ‘The Voice’?’

As I stand with the group a loud roar could be heard in the distance. Everyone was slightly surprised by that roar.

The imperial nord from before spoke. “What was that?"

The General shrugged it off and replied. "It's nothing. Carry on."

The bitch captain spoke. "Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites."

A new face shows up. It looked like some female priestess that then started to speak in a religious tone. "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..."

‘At least they give us some kind of send off.’

Then a either very brave or very stupid Stormcloak soldier walked up and interrupted her "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

The priestess looked annoyed, but replied in a calm tone. "As you wish."

The Stormcloak Soldier walked to the chopping block and got down on his knees. The Captain then put her foot on his back and pushes him down so his head was on the block. The soldier showed no fear. "Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

I didn't close my eyes this time. I saw as the executioner brought down the ax and cut off the Stormcloak’s head. It was gruesome. I flinched when the ax came down.

A female stormcloak then screamed. "You Imperial bastards!"

A female imperial soldier shouted "Justice!"

Another female imperial soldier yelled. "Death to the Stormcloaks!"

Ralof then spoke directed at the dead soldier. "As fearless in death as he was in life."

I spoke silently. “Took the words right from my mouth.”

The bitch captain then pointed at me. “Next the horse.”

I glared at the captain. ‘Oh go fuck yourself.’ Ralof said to me. “Farewell Crystal.”

I replied “See you in the afterlife Ralof.”

I walk up slowly to the block. I was put into position waiting to die. Then another roar came again, and I saw something out of the corner of my eye ‘What the?’

The imperial nord from before spoke slightly unsettled. "There it is again. Did you hear that?"

The bitch captain was unfazed. "Ignore it! Continue!”

The Executioner raised his ax, and above the tower behind him I saw something absolutely terrifying. I screamed in fear as the scaly beast landed on top of the tower.

“Mother of Faust!”

General Tullius shouted. "What in Oblivion is that?!”

A Stormcloak soldier screamed. "Dragon!"

The beast on the tower then gave a giant shout that seemed to make Tartarus itself rain upon the town.

ROAAAAAAAAR!!!

Author's Note

Let the adventure begin. Have a Trollestia