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My head was pounding, the throbbing in my temples wouldn't cease for a moment of peace. I coughed as I try to call on who I am for a moment, along with some fragments of my recent memories. Well, if I could recall them. It seemed I had got quite the strike on my head before I was put in this position. When my eyes fluttered open, however, I was blinded by the morning light. Across from me was a friendly kinsman and a not-so-much friendly Nord covered in dirt. My head hung low, avoiding eye-contact with the two strangers. My chin finally lifted to settle my dull hazel/gold eyes on the people near me. I wanted to run my finger through my now-matted brown hair, but my hands were bound.
I recognized the transportation to be a carriage. The other occupants are a mix of a Stormcloak soldier, a dirty Nord in rags and someone I knew well enough; Ulfric Stormcloak. I knew that because I'm sitting in a carriage with this man, I'm not in for a good fate.
"Hey, kinsman, what are you here for?" My head snapped to the blond Stormcloak whose hearty smile reminds me of my father. I can easily tell he is a Nord, the fair hair and olive skin are dead give-aways. "I don't remember." I muttered coldly, a lie. Clearly this whole problem is my travelling 'buddies' faults. I was due for return to Skyrim, but I didn't think it would be like this. I gave a sharp, cool glare to the blond Nord. "Well then, I'm Ralof." He spoke nervously and attempted to warm up my cold affront but to no avail. I kept silent and stared out to the scenery; Ralof continued his chat with the fearful Nord in rags I hear call himself Lokir. I turned to Ulfric, our eyes meet and it made a shiver run along my spine. This man had created so many problems, tore my family apart. I'm beginning to wonder if I will see them again. Thoughts of home makes my heart ache, so I avert my eyes. We're almost there anyway.
As we rode in, I saw the Thalmor. Those are some bastards I can't stand, since I was young. I'm left to ponder my fate for the last few minutes until we pull up. Ralof mentioned this place is Helgen, I know it vaguely. I take important note of the archers around, they have bad bows and blunt arrows. The plan forming in my head might actually work. My eyes lingered on the side gate as we lumbered out of the carriage. "Step up to the block as we call your name." Some bossy Imperial woman is calling this out while we line up. The horses begin kicking up a fuss from the tension in the air. One by one, they're called to wait their death. The man that I only know by a name and a place, Lokir, attempts to break free. He claims they won't catch him. Once he ran, I looked down. He's done for anyway. My concern flared up when they reached me. I needed an alias to go by, as my real name will cause my family trouble.
"Who are you?" He asks in such a drab tone, how boring. My brain ticks with names, then I remember the old tale of one of the most famous archers. "Robin Hood, it won't be the last you hear of it either." I mumble and smirk, perhaps my confidence will fail me. But I know archery, I breathe it. The greatest archer of Valenwood taught me in my travels. I have confidence, I have to.
The Imperial Commander was shocked when my feet push from the dirt, forcing me to break into a run. "Another straggler, archers! Take her down!" She was mad, her voice gave that much away. Her her pride will swell with another prisoner taken down in front of Tullius. The Stormcloaks watch on as they expect me to die, their expressions seeming mournful before I've even fallen. Do they have such little faith?
I can hear the woven elastic thread pull back, the iron arrow release. Even the noise from the arrow gave me the right timing. I jump, twisting my body like there was an invisible limbo stick mid-air. My head bends back quite a bit as the iron arrow pierces my binds, freeing me. I had my head back so I was not shot in it, I felt my breathing slow as I landed, snapping my hands from each other. The devilish smile of a free woman graced my lips.
General Tullius, a man I hadn't seen personally until now, looked at me. "Get her you fools!" He shouted and an archer draws another arrow. I tut to myself with a slight chuckle, catching the arrow before it lands. My hand is bleeding and perhaps it will infect thanks to the rust on the arrow, but my will to stay alive is stronger than dealing with infections.
Again, my rag covered feet pushes into the soil and cobblestone beneath me. I run to the archer, dodging one of his fires, then stab the rusty arrow deep into his eye-socket. He yowls in pain as I drive it further in until he falls to the floor, not moving. I'm huffing, I hadn't moved on my own for a while so I felt a bit out of shape. I look around quickly, then duck down, grabbing all the guards equipment. I hold the bow in General Tullius's direction with a menacing glare. "One step, and our great Imperial General goes down." I shout to all of them, and they all freeze. The moment hung in silence then broke with a deafening roar. Everyone looks up, even I stole a glance then look back to the people around me. Everyone was still frozen then roar broke the silence again, and I used this chance to run out a side gate I had spotted earlier. This was my freedom, finally.
My feet were sore but my destination is to Falkreath, my sister should still be there. If not, I have to search. It's been too long since I've seen the grasslands of home, the scent of mountain flowers lulled me. I'm a good deal away from Helgen, since I hadn't stopped running for a a solid 3 minutes, but my departure hasn't stopped the roaring beast from coming out of no where.
I turn around in some kind of... need to check. It's unexplainable, but my head turned by itself to look back. I see a big black flying... bird? I squint my eyes and gasp. It's a dragon, and for some reason my chest begins to tighten at the sight. I feel a pull toward Helgen, and with each step I reluctantly take further away, the more my chest hurts.
Soon enough, I needed to sit down. I crouched behind some thick brush to settle down. There were columns of smoke climbing to the sky, the black dragon flies through them some times with his terrifying voice and flames. I think I can almost make out his roars into words. The tether that was tightening from my chest to that black beast over in Helgen began getting worse, breaking my focus to the black dragon. The pain was hurting too much, too much.
I felt darkness closing in, too much pain. I prayed no wolves would find me as I settle into my uncomfortable 'sleep'. The last thing I hear is the calls of a familiar kinsman voice. "Hey, are you alright?!" He sounded genuinely concerned, how odd. But I had no time to react, for I'd already slipped from my consciousness.
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So, yeah. That was a first chapter to my Skyrim story. I want to make it a little different, change up some things from the generic story line. Oh, and the new bonus of this Dragonborn Tale is having a painful connection to Alduin. Some other surprises will be added in the course of the story, but I hope you guys liked reading it. I was struggling with using either past or present tense, so used both :/
Thanks for reading, I welcome criticism 
Anywho, a nice start. You have potential, that's for sure. Though, it would make for an easier read if it wasn't formatted at centre. For example, the below is generally how most people have it. But I'm just nitpicking. 
