Other Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonborn ❯ prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: anonymousvoice 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 449 | Visits: 139 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 449 | Visits: 139 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SKYRIM OR ANYTHING WITHIN IT. THE ELF IS MY OWN CHARACTER BUT THE REST ARE WITHIN THE GAME AND BELONG TO BETHESDA!
“Wake up!”
Darkness
“Wake up Elf!”
The world shook and the Elf was jolted to consciousness. Starring back at him were the eyes of a sympathetic Nord.
“Good, you are awake,” he said, “you were trying to cross the border and were ambushed like us, and that horse-thief there!”
The Nord turned to another Man and it was then the Elf noticed he was on a prison carriage. His neck ached as he looked about and he felt his back crink as he sat up. His captors really did a number on him. He tugged on his hands but found them securely bound with thick ropes.
“-I would’ve been halfway to Hammerfell if it weren’t for you Stormcloaks!”
The Elf turned his eyes and gave a dry look to the two men seated across from him, the large blonde-haired Nord he woke him and another scrawny black-haired Man. How could they argue at this time? Soon his eyes wandered to the Nord sitting next to him.
This Man was frightening. Like the others, he too was bound, but he was gagged with a strong clothe. Even in this demeaning position, this one demanded respect. He had no idea what made their captives scared enough to bind him so tightly, but the notion caused the Elf to shiver.
“Watch your tongue,” the other Nord’s outburst drew the Elf’s attention to their discussion.
The Nord continued softly, “That is Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!”
The other Man’s eyes went wide and he shrunk back in fear, “Ulfric Stormcloak? If they captured you then that means-!”
The Man started thrashing around, biting rabidly at his bindings. He began snarling and finally slumped back against the carriage walls, whimpering pitifully.
The Nord looked at him and spoke quietly, “Where are you from, Horse-thief?”
The Man turned to him with an icy gaze, “Why do you care?”
The Nord held the gaze with a soft stare of his own, “A Nord’s last thought should be of home.”
The Man gazed down, “Rorikstead… I’m from Rorikstead.”
“Well,” the Nord looked ahead, “pray well. Helgen awaits.”
*Thank you for readin this far! I found that within the game, the characters were very mechanic, obviously due to being a game, and I decided to write them reacting and moving like they would in real life. Adds more color. MORE SOON
“Wake up!”
Darkness
“Wake up Elf!”
The world shook and the Elf was jolted to consciousness. Starring back at him were the eyes of a sympathetic Nord.
“Good, you are awake,” he said, “you were trying to cross the border and were ambushed like us, and that horse-thief there!”
The Nord turned to another Man and it was then the Elf noticed he was on a prison carriage. His neck ached as he looked about and he felt his back crink as he sat up. His captors really did a number on him. He tugged on his hands but found them securely bound with thick ropes.
“-I would’ve been halfway to Hammerfell if it weren’t for you Stormcloaks!”
The Elf turned his eyes and gave a dry look to the two men seated across from him, the large blonde-haired Nord he woke him and another scrawny black-haired Man. How could they argue at this time? Soon his eyes wandered to the Nord sitting next to him.
This Man was frightening. Like the others, he too was bound, but he was gagged with a strong clothe. Even in this demeaning position, this one demanded respect. He had no idea what made their captives scared enough to bind him so tightly, but the notion caused the Elf to shiver.
“Watch your tongue,” the other Nord’s outburst drew the Elf’s attention to their discussion.
The Nord continued softly, “That is Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!”
The other Man’s eyes went wide and he shrunk back in fear, “Ulfric Stormcloak? If they captured you then that means-!”
The Man started thrashing around, biting rabidly at his bindings. He began snarling and finally slumped back against the carriage walls, whimpering pitifully.
The Nord looked at him and spoke quietly, “Where are you from, Horse-thief?”
The Man turned to him with an icy gaze, “Why do you care?”
The Nord held the gaze with a soft stare of his own, “A Nord’s last thought should be of home.”
The Man gazed down, “Rorikstead… I’m from Rorikstead.”
“Well,” the Nord looked ahead, “pray well. Helgen awaits.”
*Thank you for readin this far! I found that within the game, the characters were very mechanic, obviously due to being a game, and I decided to write them reacting and moving like they would in real life. Adds more color. MORE SOON