KINGSLAYER : The King's Defeat | ⚔

PROLOGUE

The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn...

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" Who are you?" The guard stood in front of me, list in hand.

I handed the guard a piece of paper for my entry.

"My name is Karita." I said, my shoulders stiffened a bit as I looked beyond the doors.

"You're on the list, go on ahead." The guard flashed a smile before marking his clipboard.

I nodded, dusting off my clothes before I stepped through the doors leading into castle dour.

I felt I was dressed exceptionally well for this occasion. My armor was made by the city's blacksmith himself.

"Ah, Karita! We've been waiting for you! Please, have a seat." The general greeted, offering me a seat near a table with a map sprawled over it.

I took the seat gratefully, placing my hands on my lap as I looked around.

"General, you sent me a letter saying you were changing my post?" I said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, right... We're changing your position to Helgen. We've got a whole group of enemy soldiers." The general turned to look at me. "We've made plans to execute all of them."

I nodded, standing up from my seat. "Should I head there now?"

The general nodded. "Head down to the stables, I've notified the carriage driver to take you straight to Helgen."

After confirming the general's orders and saying my goodbyes, I made my way out.

I grabbed by sword and shield from the barracks before leaving castle dour.

"Heard there's been some strange noises coming from a mountain near Helgen, but orders are orders." Another soldier claimed, climbing onto the carriage.

"I'm sure it's nothin'."

We finally arrived at Helgen after sitting in the Carriage for some time.

" Y/N! Hadvar! Over here." A soldier exclaimed.

We got off of the carriage, making our way to the soldier for instructions. "Reporting for duty."

"You're on list duty for carriage 4, here's the list with every prisoner's name." The soldier handed Hadvar the list.

We waited for the carriages to arrive, staying put as they lined up one by one in their spots.

The prisoners stepped off of the carriage, lining up in front of me and Hadvar.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm" Hadvar called. A blonde man with binds over his mouth stepped out and walked to the execution block.

"Ralof of Riverwood." Hadvar says as he marks Ulfrics name on the list. A blonde nord steps out, heading to the block after Ulfric.

Hadvar marks Ralof's name. "Lokir of Rorikstead."

The man doesn't comply, instead he stands before me and Hadvar. "No! I'm not a rebel you can't do this!" He exclaimed before making a run for it behind me.

"Halt!" I yell, but he continues to run away.

"You're not going to kill me!" He yells, running down a long path towards the town's doors.

"Archers!" I call out, watching the archers draw their arrows to shoot him.

Three arrows to the man's knee, back, and neck took him down.

"Anyone else feel like running?" I glared at the rest of the prisoners in the other lines.

We continued on with the list.

Hadvar stops for a moment and looks at the last prisoner in our line. "You there.. step forward."

A fairly young wood elf steps toward us. Hadvar still has a confused look.

"Problem?" I ask quietly, looking at the list. All of the names are checked.

He ignores my question.

"Who are you?" He asks her.