Hi guys! I've been planning to write an ES fanfic before because it sounded like a lot of fun, but I haven't actually written anything until now. I was debating what to write about, when I thought then about this idea, about regular people dealing with the aftermath of Alduin's assault on Helgen. I thought it would be fun to tie this in to my actual gameplay in Skyrim, to where I detail the experiences the characters go through, although sometimes in expanded and exaggerated form because having a protagonist that never actually said anything or went with just the dialogue options present in the game would sound a bit limited, among other things. If I can continue on with it I'm going to write it in five parts, one part for each character, depending on how long they last. The game playthroughs are technically a dead is dead one, so when they die their story ends and another one begins. With that all said, on with the story.

It was the Last Seed of the year 4E 201. A fleet of carriages descended upon Helgen from the east, carrying

the defeated of a war skirmish, their heads hanging low from the knowledge of their fate at the settlement.

The Imperials had planned for a quick execution, removing the head of the Stormcloak rebellion and hopefully

quelling the dissent for good. The trees and the flora lay still that day, as in anticipation for something big.

The carriages rolled into town, met by the jeers and the insults hurled by the townsfolk of the fortified hamlet.

With the exception of a few who couldn't care less about the fanfare, the town was set on watching the executions.

And then it happened.

A creature that looked like it climbed out from the lowest reaches of Oblivion swept down upon Helgen.

Shouting words of death and destruction, it lit the town alight. Many attempted a futile fight against

the abhorrent creature, but to no avail. In the span of two hours, the citizens were either dead or fleeing, and

the buildings either burned down or cracked open. The Imperials arrived later to assess the damage,

and take census of who perished and who was missing at the time of the attack.

Most of the bodies were still identifiable at the least, and the census taker noted the ones that were missing.

Hadvar, a soldier in the Imperial Army and Ralof, a Stormcloak soldier were among the ones

that escaped, along with Ulfric Stormcloak, the rebellion leader, and a mysterious prisoner

with uncertain origin, thought to have escaped with one of the aforementioned people.

Upon further inspection, the census taker noted five other missing people, but it was decided that

there would be no investigation into what happened to them. What they did know was that Ulfric

escaped, and that General Tullius would not be happy to hear that. Thusly, the aftermath of these

five would not be known to anyone... or would it?

Part One

All Hjor could do after seeing the Bane of Kings descend on the town was run. He sprinted towards the east gate and pushed it aside with whatever might he had left. He kept up his flight from the town with all the stamina he could muster. His face was full of sweat, and running in his robe cause a great deal more exertion on his muscles than normal. When he stopped to catch his breath, he saw it. His home and his business were up in flames, his comfortable life in the mountainside brushed away like it was nothing. All he had now was what he had on his person. He'd have to start over, as long as he could regain the strength to continue up the mountain path. He ran far up enough that all he could make out of Helgen was a billowing tower of smoke escaping from the ruins.

Hjor slowed his pace to a brisk walk now, as he got to the pass that seperated Falkreath and Rift holds. The highly elevated rocks on both sides of the road were towering down on him, and if not for the present circumstances, he'd be very intimidated by them. The sky was clear, but the air was still bitterly cold, which was usual of the higher points in Skyrim. Hjor attempted to counter this with a flame spell that he knew, but it provided little relief against the cold atmosphere around him. Except for the red and green hues of the snowberries that littered the mountain pass, all that could be seen was a mix of white snow and grey rock. Hjor stopped and picked some snowberries to eat and regain his strength. He then continued down the path to the Rift.

His knackered visage didn't do any justice to what he looked like normally. His short auburn hair was frazzled, and a mixture of dirt and snow settled on his face. About the only facial features that didn't sustain any injury was the beard that rested on his chin, and his milky white, already-blinded left eye, which was the cause of Hjor not caring much for the school of Conjuration. He had an accompanying scar that rested under his eye where the conjured scamp had scratched him at. His brown-irised right eye worked fine, though, and that was alright with him. He might not have looked as bad as an ogrim, but he was interested in cleaning himself up nonetheless.

The cold air soon let up, and he found himself in the color saturated forest of the Rift. He consulted a map and found Ivarstead to be the closest settlement to his location, so he set out for there.

Interesting, could've been longer but I liked it. More would be nice.

A nice start, but a little rushed for me. Although, I still find it interesting c:

Hope to see your next instalment!