A little fan-fic I did while I was bored; please post if you like it.

"Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede II, and unwavering obedience to the officers of his great Empire. May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!” Gaius stood, looking around the room. Moats of dust hung lazily in the sun’s dying rays. Outside, the people of the Imperial City were busy with the final matters of the day; closing down shops, going to find food, or changing shift. In front of him stood General Flavius, a venerable old warrior from the Great War. Beside him stood several aides, all much older than Gaius.
“Well done. Well done indeed. Your father would have been proud of you.” His voice was deep and gravelly, almost surprisingly so, for Flavius’s small size. Gaius nodded, not entirely sure how to respond.
“As befits someone of your training and stature, you shall be assigned as a tribune in skyrim. Go to my clerk for your orders. You leave tomorrow!”
This time, Gaius was taken aback. Tomorrow? He had just finished his training. The war must be going badly if they were sending out someone as new as him.
Flavius, not recognizing Gaius’s shock, took it to be nervousness. “Don’t worry. You excelled in all of your classes, you have been spoken about most highly by your instructors. I do not doubt you will be able to handle yourself as a tribune.”
“Thank you, sir. With your leave?”
“Of course, go right ahead.”
With that, Gaius walked out. For years now, he had dedicated himself to training; he had become so used to this places sights and sounds. The fortress was draqed in long shadows, with the last sunlight peeking over the high walls. Turning automatically through the oncoming soldiers, Gaius moved back to his corridors. He could have had his celebration, but he wasn’t in the mood. He was going to the very front of the battle. The war could not possibly be going well, which was why they were sending him, wet behind the ear, to command soldiers.
Reaching the room which had become his home. He closed the door, carefully driving the bolt into place. Normally, locking the door would be against regulation, but as a senior student he had gained the privilege. The room was spartan, with a narrow, short bed and a desk as the only furniture. At the foot of the bed, a small chest kept all of Gaius’s personal possessions. Pulling out a few clothes, Gaius put the into a small pack which he would take with him. When he was finished, he had packed a spare set of clothes, some more comfortable shoes, a short sword, and a slightly longer one, to stab with. Glancing furtively at the door, Gaius went up to the wall, and began pulling a brick out of it. Behind the brick was a small amulet, dedicated to the god Talos. Talos embodied the ultimate success of any general; having mastered the battlefield, he became a statesman, ensuring peace and order.
When the emperor gave Talos up, Gaius’s father had given the amulet to him. He had kept it with him ever since. Turning to the window, Gaius offered a brief prayer to Talos. Ulfric and his men may claim to be agents of Talos, but the general himself would never agree with those maniacs. They understood nothing.
Turning to the narrow window, Gaius offered a brief prayer to the God. Falling into the bed, Gaius slept soundly until dawn. Rising naturally, he picked up the sack of clothes and, with the amulet around his neck, left. Going to the clerks’ office, he received his appointment. He was to ride with all haste to Falkreath, through the Pale Pass. He was then to go east, to Falkreath, to meet with the Legate stationed there. Horses would be posted every fifty miles. Two soldiers would accompany him. At the stables, Gaius was given a horse before meeting with the two men. They were both older, new to the legion. They showed him all courtesy, but Gaius could tell they didn’t respect him. He was, after all, entirely new. Riding from the fortress, they rode north, towards Skyrim. The Imperial City shrank, rapidly vanishing from the horizon, until only the White-Gold Tower could be seen, a thin silhouette on the horizon. Eventually, even it disappeared. Spurring his horse one, Gaius looked forward, to the North.