Hey there Fanfiction forum. I am a pretty new player to the TES games, but Skyrim svcked me in super quick when I did start playing. It svcked me in so quick, I wanted to write about it.

The premise of my story isn't too complicated, nor is it very original I'm willing to bet. The story of the game's events through a character's eyes. It is a bit more complicated than that, since the story will definitely be different than how the game went, with plenty of different events, alterations of the story, and original things. It's just it still follows the basic plot of the game.


That all said, I want to post my first chapter here as an interest check, as I'm doing on other forums. Trust me, if I thought it was too dull and uninspiring I wouldn't post it, but beyond the reaches of the first chapter I definitely have interesting things to write no doubt. If enough people like it altogether, all the rest of my chapters will be presented much more neatly, organized, and professionally.

LASTLY, I have this same chapter up in a Google Documents of mine in hope that those who wish to make edits can do that. While no doubt someone may just delete everything to be 'that guy', that's really a waste of time. If no one is an idiot, I'd love for you to edit what you will, highlight it, right click, and add a comment attached to it so I can know what you fixed or changed. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GFs-XRKs50hL8PP9dtkyhQxGDbi8jnjVYtgTiP1THcI/edit

So without further rambling, here is the chapter. (Mind the formatting, copying and pasting into the thread maker was weird.)




I slowly awoke to the vague and muffled sounds of something familiar, my hearing impaired. Horses? Carts? Was I on a caravan, maybe? The light reflecting off snow hurt my eyes when I opened them, but eventually I came to my full senses, and I was partially right about where I happened to be. A horse pulled cart, that was, and along with other men I did not know. Importantly though...we were in binds.

"Hey, Khajiit. You're finally awake." A scruffy Nord distinguished by his shaggy beard stated as he wearily looked at me from the front of the cart. "You were trying to cross the border, right?" I gave a slight nod, hardly any energy to actually converse. "Walked right into that Imperial ambush like us, and that thief over there." He looked over to the two other men in the cart with us, one in beige colored rags and another much larger Nord gagged by his mouth.

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was just fine until you came along." The man in beige, covered in dirt with long black hair replied. "The Empire was nice and lazy, if they weren't looking for you...I could have been halfway to Hammerfell by now with a steed." He now turned his worried gaze to me. "You there, you and me. We shouldn't be here, it's the Stormcloaks the Empire wants, not us! You're even a Khajiit, why would they think you'd side with them?" With my hands
in binds all I could do was give an awkward shrug.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Retorted the bearded Nord.

"Shut up back there." The cart driver shouted as if to the wind, us ignoring his request.

Worried thoughts began to spur about in my head. I wasn't the most well informed of Skyrim's politics but I at least knew the Stormcloaks were rebels and the Empire took no mercy on them. Wherever we were headed, it wasn't to a comfortable inn. I resisted the urge to think negative thoughts for the most part since I was fully awake now and began looking at some options. Or should I say, I was until I actually took the time to inspect my bindings. I squinted to focus in on something odd about them, the blue and green aura it seemed to give off. Oh crap. Magicka and stamina blockers enchanted with the strongest of soul gems, no wonder I felt so drained. I wasn't going anywhere at all, personal experience. I had a run in with these things before.


"What's wrong with him, huh?" The horse thief eyed the muscular Nord who was gagged.
"Watch your mouth! You're speaking to UIfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim!" The bearded Nord was quick to respond to the question.
"Ulfric...the jarl of Windhelm? The leader of the rebellion...and they captured you?! Oh gods, where are they taking us?!" Upon realization panic flooded in his voice...as it did into my mind.
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." The shaggy one looked away, off into the distance.
It can't end like this! I realized the grim situation, but even if I was practically crippled I wasn't going to die quietly if I could help it. For right now however, I could only close my eyes and remain as calm as possible. It was hard though, if anything the worst of this matter was the chilly winds of Skyrim antagonizing me, augmenting my troubled state. It ripped even through my trusty scaled horn armor, and it was pretty warm most of the time. I brought my legs up and tucked my feet under my thighs, sitting cross legged.

The other panicked man, the horse thief, wasn't doing so well. In vain attempts he called out to the Divines, but of course they didn't answer him. Why should they? He was a criminal now, after all. If the Divines thought he was really a good man or could be redeemed, they'd have done something to where he wouldn't get caught. Of course then I could apply that logic to myself...I didn't do anything though. I simply wanted to come into Skyrim and see what bandit camps I could loot and what beasts I could slay. In a moment of bad judgement though I took the wrong path, which was exactly where a group of Imperials were about to ambush a group of Stormcloaks...and that's how I ended up in crippling binds and on the way to a possible execution.

Soon enough we had rolled into a hold, Helgen, they called it. We stopped at an open courtyard in the middle of it, where I spotted a chopping block and a headsman. Damn.
The others had already hopped out of the cart and went to wait their turn at the chopping block, except the horse thief. He opted for an attempted escape which was cut short extremely quick. Pitifully quick might I add, I could have made it further even in these crippling binds. I stepped off the cart last when everyone had went to their spots.

"Wait. You there." The Captain in front of me spoke. "Who...are you?"

"Falerin, an adventurer." That was all I said. No need for vain attempts of reasoning.

"You're far from your lands, and your kind is always getting into trouble, Khajiit." He looked away from his list and to the Legate next to him. "Legate...he's not on the list. What do we do?"

"Forget the list, he goes to the block." The tanned Imperial woman ordered bluntly. I gave her a cold stare, raising one eyebrow.

"Sorry Khajiit. I'll see to it your remains are returned to Elseweyr." He tried to retain a bit of optimism in his voice as he laid a hand on my shoulder. I stepped up and took my place among the Stormcloaks who were to be executed. I thought I'd stick out like a sore thumb, a Khajiit with the apparel of an adventurer among all the other uniformed men. No one seemed to care though. It's do or die, Fal, find something to do.




"Ulfric Stormcloak, some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use the power of the voice to kill a king and usurp his throne." To the left of me was what appeared to be the General of the military having a rhetoric conversation with Ulfric. "You started this war. Plunged Skyrim into chaos...but now this war ends right here as soon as we have your head. We will restore the peace." The General had a slightly elderly, but strong commanding tone.

Abruptly and without source, a guttural and surreal cry came from seemingly the heavens just as it seemed the general was to say more. This very noise almost knocked me to the ground and made my stomach leap like never before. What was that...?! Some of the prisoners gave me an odd look but were mostly focused on that noise.

"It's nothing, don't worry soldiers. Carry on." The General reassured his men as he took his place
further back against one of the look out towers for the Helgen hold.

"Yes, General Tullius." The Legate took the floor again and turned to the priestess in tan robes behind her. "Give them their last rites."

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you---" The blessing was rudely interrupted by a Stormcloak soldier. "For the love of...just get on with it already." He willingly strode over to the chopping block.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials." I almost caught sight of a smile on his face as he was shoved down by the Legate, who kept one foot on his back. "Can you say the same?" The headsman's axe came down swift and offed his head in one swing. Blood spurted out from his neck, and the now headless body fell off to the side. Various chants from both sides of this ordeal were heard through the crowd.

"Next, the cat from Elseweyr!" The group of prisoners I stood among all looked to me with sad faces. From what I knew, most Stormcloaks wanted Nordic dominance over Skyrim, yet even they knew when something was unjust, even for a 'cat' like me.

The same haunting cry resonated again from the skies as before which made my blood flow faster. It didn't make my stomach leap but something was afoot here...I just wasn't sure if I'd live to see it.

"I said, next prisoner." The Legate refocused the situation on me. I had no choice but to step forward and accept my fate, there wasn't anything I could do, my confidence failed me and I botched any escape attempt. Run and tire instantly, getting killed by arrows, or die instantly from the axe. At least the later option was less painful.




Assuming the position of the now deceased fellow before me, the legate pressed me down against the block. My cheeks and whiskers rubbed the blood on it which made my stomach churn. I'd be around blood before but I wasn't a vampire...I did not like rubbing myself in someone else's blood. With a sigh I clenched my fists, dug my claws into the dirt, and stayed my tail. Aetherius awaits.

The headsman raised his axe, about to bring it down on me...but I heard that scream in the air yet again, but it was much closer now. Now, though, the likes of a monster I'd never seen in my life flew up from the mountain. This thing I was seeing couldn't be what I thought. I had only read about the likes of this thing in the writings of madmen. A...dragon? Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel a sudden urge of wanting to slay it right then and there, and I had no idea why.

"Dragon!" Shouts from behind me exclaiming what they were seeing. The winged black beast landed on the look out tower with force, the wind knocking over the headsman, who's axe was just about to end me. Whew...

This dragon, even it's voice was strong if such a thing were possible. It shouted and a storm of swirling clouds manifested over head. It shouted once more, some sort of force lashed out against me, and I blacked out for a number of seconds.

"Hey, you! Get up! The guards won't give us another chance!" A Stormcloak shook me while yelling which made me come to. I got up with a stagger, proceeding to attempt a mad dash to the nearest intact tower with the rebel before I even knew what we were doing. We did make it with heavy breath. I paid note to whom I was in here with, it turning out I was with the Nord from the cart and Ulfric himself.

"Jarl Ulfric! Is it true, the legends of Alduin?" He looked from him to me a few times.

"Legends don't burn down villages." Ulfric stated calmly. "We need to move, up through the tower, lets go."

And so we did, the three of us hurried up the steps but not before a violent barrage of rocks and fire came from the side of the tower just before we reached the point of impact, mass amounts of heat hit my face and probably burned some of my whiskers off. Two seconds sooner up those steps and I would have been a nice crispy dragon treat for sure.







"See the inn on the other side, Khajiit? Jump through the hole and down there then keep going. We'll find another way around!" Ulfric explained to me. Fair enough I suppose, Khajiit did have more natural athletic prowess than Nords did, or humans in general. I was already tired thanks to these damned binds but I had to do what I had to do. With a running start I jumped through the hole and tumbled into the inn with a grunt, all of the building being a hot inferno. I could already feel something like burns on the sensitive soles of my feet. I hurried down to ground level, awkwardly limping due to the sting of the burns.

"Oy, kid! You need to find cover! Now!" One of the soldiers yelled to a kid out in the open, who looked very scared.

"Still alive prisoner?" He turned around to me and I recognized him as the Captain with the list. "Keep behind me if you'd like to keep it that way, Khajiit." And then we were off to find a way out. There was no time to waste, this dragon wanted everyone dead.

"Hadvar!" I recognized this voice as the General's. "Into the keep, soldier! We're leaving!" He obeyed the order and I followed. The effects of my binds now almost overwhelming. If I could find cover long enough I could have probably chewed them off...no time for that though.

"Bralof! You damned traitor! Where are you going?" Hadvar shouted at the Stormcloak who crossed our path with seemingly a grudge in his voice.

"I'm leaving, Hadvar, and you're not stopping me this time." Bralof exclaimed.

"Fine, I hope that dragon takes you to Sovngarde." Hadvar retorted back. "With me, prisoner! Into the keep!" I followed him in there, ending up in what seemed to be a guard's barrack, or a command room? Exhaustion overwhelmed me and I collapsed onto a nearby bed, too tired to even hiss in pain from my burns.

"Damn! Looks like we were the only ones who made it...hope the general is okay." Hadvar voiced concern to himself then noticed me. "Oh! Sorry prisoner...I forgot about those special binds on you." He quickly came to my aid with a dagger in hand, gently cutting me loose of the damned binds. At once my energy and magick came flowing back in, just about instantly feeling much better.

"Ah...! Thank you, soldier." I breathed heavily in relief, almost gasping at having my proper power back in such a rush.

"I saw you when you were subdued...it took a lot of men to take you down, prisoner, it'll be good to have you at my side." Hadvar told me with confidence in his voice. "Provided you don't have any grudge against me! It wasn't my idea to put your head to the block, the Legate isn't very tolerable with people, sorry about that. By the way...what was your name again?"

"Falerin. You may call me 'Fal'". I answered his question and stood up, stretching and cracking my joints as if I had just woke up from a nap.

"Okay Fal. We're both bewildered right now, we should take a few minutes to catch our breath, scavenge what we can, and get out of Helgen as soon as possible." Hadvar was already off, searching the room for whatever he needed.

I plopped back down on the bed breathing deeply. Without any inhibitors I was greatly prolific in magick and very athletic. Snapping my fingers, I brought up self restoration spells in both of my palms and firstly laid my hands on the soles of my feet to heal the burns there. Next I went about patching up the other cuts and burns on my body, and lastly cleaned off the blood dried on my face, revealing my true colors. That is, arctic white fur with solid black stripes. My family always likened my looks to that of a white tiger. I only had those stripes on my face and neck though, the rest of my fur was fairly clean shade of white, along with the darkening of it around my hands and feet, as well as spots on my arms and back. Those two characteristics were shared by all Suthay-Rahts of the Khajiit.

Getting back up, it was time to find what I could and get going. I looked through the various chests and storage boxes and all I found that I wanted was a few septims and a dagger. I had more gears than that before it was all confiscated, but my gear was special, I had what I had for a long time, all of it was light, and all of it I had a feel for.

"That's it? You're going to need foot and head protection you know." Hadvar reminded me after seeing my lack of bodily protection.

Shaking my head, I told him, "This one will not smash his ears under the likes of a helmet. As for the other part...well, you'll see." He shrugged, and opened the door that led the way out of these barracks.

"Whatever you say. Keep behind me, I know the way out." And so I did as I was doing earlier, following him. Soon we came up to a pull chain gate with some Stormcloaks on the other side. "Hold up, trouble ahead...let me try to reason with them." He told me what he planned and opened the gate.

The Stormcloaks on the other side readied their weapons but we didn't. "Hold up now, we don't want any trouble. We're both in a pickle here and fighting won't help." Hadvar told them. They seemed to consider for a moment before they took note of me, then they proceeded to attack. These two were the racist lot, sadly.





From what I had heard, some rebels just wanted Nord dominance, while others wanted practical genocide on other races. The later kind disgusted me. This would be an easy fight though, two rookie shook up rebels against me and another? Please.

One came for me with a yell yielding a two handed blade and lifting it up high. When he swung it down, I simply ducked, going behind it while place one hand firmly on his shoulder, bringing my other hand up to his throat. I raked my claws down it quickly and deeply then tossed him aside before he had a chance to bleed on me. The corpse fell like a rock and made a dead thud. Hmph, what a waste.

I noticed Hadvar and the other Stormcloak were still going at it. Okay, time to get flashy. Swiftly lurching to the wall next to me, I placed one foot high on the wall and lept off of it, while in mid air I raised my other foot with my claws extended. I almost overshot my intended striking spot until the rebel heard me and turned around, and just in time to see his demise. The claws cut deep and quick into his neck, the poor man recoiled, back peddling in pain...then soon
enough made a dead thud much like the other rebel who I killed.

Landing with grace and turning on my heel, I saw Hadvar's befuddled expression. "This one fights differently than most." I stated plainly, then fell in tow behind him once more. He gave an odd laugh then carried on down through the hold. After a few skirmishes here and there, some dead rebels sporadically, an interesting encounter with a cave bear, and some giant spiders to boot, we made it out of the hold and back outside in good time for better or worse. While both of us ended our adventure in one piece, I felt as if I showed up in Skyrim at a very...interesting time. Something told me this wouldn't be my last encounter with a dragon, and I didn't know what it was then, but it made me curious for more adventure. Our next stop was Hadvar's uncle's house in Riverwood not too far from here.