t was supposed to be a simple job… get in, grab the staff and get out. I had done it a thousand times before, but this time it was different. It was as if they were waiting for me. As soon as I got my hands on the staff I was surrounded by about twenty soldiers. I quickly looked for a way out but to no avail, I could either fight my way to a sure death or surrender and make my escape later as soon as they weren’t looking. I chose the latter. The soldiers brought me outside and as I could feel the cold winter breeze against my face I felt something hit me hard in the back of my head. It all went black.
I must have been out for hours. When I finally opened my eyes I was bound in the middle of a prison caravan a bit outside of Helgen. One of the prisoners in my carriage has been gagged and according to another of my fellow prisoners the gagged man was Ulfric, the true king of Skyrim. Apparently he was gagged because he knew some kind of powerful magic that I’d only heard about in old stories called a Shout, or Thu’um. The soldiers were probably so afraid of him that they had little choice but to put that gag on him.
Once we arrived at Helgen the imperial soldiers ordered us out of the carriage and line up. One of my new-found friends tried to escape running, still with his hands tied behind his back. Needless to say he didn’t get very far. When the imperial soldiers asked for my name, they found that they didn’t even have it in their lists. A small argument ensued between two of the soldiers before they decided to keep me bound. Still looking for a way out I didn’t pay that much attention to their discussion. They ordered me to line up with the others once again, this time it was to witness the first beheading of our group. Finally it dawned on me that I wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. His head hit the basket below. The soldier in charge called out my name, it was my turn. I slowly walked towards my fate, scouring the surroundings one last time. But there wasn’t anything that I could do but to accept my fate and hope for a place at the feast in Sovngarde.
The next thing that happened still haunts me to this day. Out of nowhere a giant dragon, yes a dragon, appeared on top of Helgen Keep. I don’t know how but I somehow managed to escape during the turmoil. Once I got out of Helgen I made my way towards Riverwood to make a few coins and restock on supplies since the bloody imperial army had seized all of my belongings.
A few days later I left the calm of Riverwood and walked towards Whiterun. Well there everyone looked at me as if they had never seen an outsider before. And all of a sudden, after I had only spent some time in the town, someone told me that a dragon was attacking one of the towers outside of town. My mind couldn’t quite grasp the situation. Another dragon? Here in Skyrim? Where did they all come from? I grabbed my sword and my bow and headed out towards the tower where the dragon was last spotted. My blood ran cold as I saw the tower under attack and I charged in with my sword ready to tear the beast into pieces. When the dust settled we stood victorious, we had slain the dragon that haunted Whiterun.
Suddenly something strange started to happen, I turned around and watched the dragon spontaneously burst into flames and somehow transferred its own soul into my body. It was amazing, I had no idea what was going on, but it was truly amazing. When I walked back towards Whiterun I felt the ground shake as I heard the word “Dovahkiin” from a close by mountain.
Upon my return to the town I was celebrated as a hero and I was granted the title Thane of Whiterun and I also received a companion, or a housecarl, called Lydia. May her soul be found at the glorious feast at Sovngarde.
To be continued…