A Life In The World Of Skyrim: BattleBorn

Awakining

I opened my eyes, after what seemed like days. I was laying in a bed, with blankets on, and a wrapping around my stomach. Did he miss? I sat up, and a sharp pain shot through me. "Easy, friend. You got pretty beat up put there. Take it easy, don't push yourself." A man said. An imperial walked out from a room, and smiled at me. "What happened?" I asked. He walked over to a table and wrote something down. "I found you, knocked out on the ground. You had some pretty bad wounds on your body, but I patched them up pretty well. I wouldn't push your though, or you might collapse." He said. I looked down, and saw blood all over the bandages. "What about the war? Is it over? Did we win?" I asked him. He looked at me, with a confused expression. "What are you talking about?" He asked me. "The war! With the falmer! I was fighting them and was captured, it's how I got these wounds." I said. He looked at me, the at the floor, and back at me again. "Boy, there's no war going on. Actually, there hasn't been a war for quite some time now. I watched everything as I was returning home from a journey. You got attacked by a mage, they shocked you and you fell to the ground. You've been out cold ever since." He said. No, no it couldn't be. I got out of the bed and walked to the door. I opened it and gazed outside. There was nothing. No soldiers, falmer, fires, dragons, death, or war. Nothing, just people farming. Walking around, laughing and smiling. I couldn't believe it, everything was normal. Was it all a joke? I walked back inside and grabbed a coat to go over my shirt, and put it on. I had to see more, just to make sure I wasn't imagining it.