A wandering avengeful soul (Skyrim fanfic)

Found a picture which reminded me of Marco's character sooo that's Marco on your right --->  I know it's not Alex pettyfer but I couldn't find a picture (so i might change it :3 (the actor) )

The wind was cold and spine shivering like a ice wraith on the high mountains of high Hrothgar.

General Tulieus and the Thalmor elves had finally captured Ulfric Stormcloak 'the true king of Skyrim' but he is nothing more than a power raging horker!

Why Helgen was always their royal execution ground? I do not know.

They have always said Falkreath is a warrior's true final resting place.

But Helgen sure is beating its Elk ass now.

There were two carts full of Stormcloak soldiers but the last one held a Stormcloak commander, two ragged prisoners and Ulfric Stormcloak.

"Mother, Father. Why do they have to bring people to their death here?" I spoke aloud.

I suddenly felt a tough gripped hand squeeze upon my shoulder, it was one of them, an imperial soldier. "So you can see them bleed to death and beg for mercy dear child, this is the true meaning of war peasant girl." He replied and pushed me into harden mudded ground.

"HEY! Watch what you're doing to my daughter you imperial bastard!" No father don't anger them!!

Shreek! Bamn!

"N-no NOOO!" My mother screamed as she held my father's body in her arms.

The imperial bastard had slit my father's throat out in the open and he was proud of THIS!?

I was fully enraged.

Anger. Sadness and revenge were what were filled within me at this moment of time.

I remembered the Ebony dagger pricking my side with its sharp, pointed tip as it shined in the early Skyrim sun.

This is the dagger my father gave to me for my 18th birthday last morndas and this is the dagger which will stab through his murderer's heart.

"Psst... What are you going to do with that huh?"

I looked around to see where this sneak whisper had come from, it belonged to one of the ragged prisoners (Well the only ragged prisoner, the other was killed by a rain of imperial arrows).

I stared back into dark enticing emerald eyes and gave him a dark furious look, if only looks could kill.

I emerged from a crowd of villagers, pulled up my dark green velvet hood and braced the dagger within a tightened grasp fixed in my hand.

I let out a huge warrior like shout and stabbed the soldier right through his heart and sparked him too?!

Suddenly everyone was looking in my direction.

I froze so still as if i had seen a sabre cat, they were all looking straight a me with frightened, furious looks.

Sparks were forming around my hand, was this Sorcery?!

"Forget the girl! next prisoner, the nord in rags!" Another imperial scum shouted.

Then a muffled shout arose from the group of 'to be executioned' Stormcloaks.

It was coming from Ulfric Stormcoak himself!!

But why?!

Wait what is that, in the sky?

"Excuse me m'lady but what is that blackened creature in the sky?"

"By the Gods, by Talos! DRAGON!" She screamed as loud as her lungs could take it.

RARRGH!!!

W-why now? I thought.

Why out of all the times of whenever, Why Now!?

Warm shining tears appeared from my river blue eyes down my mud covered face.

"Do you wanna live or not?!"

Huh?

"HEY! Hey you listening, by Talos down faint on me now magic girl!"

That was the last i heard until i met darkness itself.

Author's notes: First page done, many more to go! Sorry about the cheesy dragon roar too :D i hope you enjoy the rest of the story and just keep reading, reading!

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A new sound came from within the ruins.

Brick by falling brick. Sound after echoing sound.

Nothing, not even a loud clap of thunder woke her heavy breathing body.

No wonder, she had taken a large gash to the head but this I've seen far worse it will only need a minor potion of healing and a cure disease, she's caughten' something though she's gone really pale.

It's been nearly 3-4 days she's been sleeping, if i could travel i would take her to my father in Windhelm but the road is rough along the way, it is filled with treacherous heaps of soft coldened snow; its forests filled with deadly poisonous frostbite spiders; snow bears; giants; mammoths; sabre cats and of course the unforgettable days walk to Windhelm.

I wonder what she looks like? 

That green blackened velvet hood of hers is hiding her face, I bet she's ugly th..... 

By Talos! Her h-hair is so beautiful like a fox's mane it's so smooth and gentle, the colour i-is outstanding! I've never seen such a beautiful light brown in my cold life! 

If I could just look at her eyes.... 

"n-n.."  

Oh....

* Emelia's POV 

"n-n" I started to wake up to a cold bitter breeze of wind. 

Where am I, am I near Dawnstar?  

There's a strange gentle but oh..so comforting warm thing next to me, so i decide to snuggle closer to it and i start to realise what exactly this thing is. 

It was him the prisoner?!  

B-but why am i sharing this sleeping bag with him!? 

"What are you doing to me you you perverted beggar!?" i shouted the only thing i could think of right in his face making his eyes nearly come out. 

"Woah woah first You fainted not me so i kept you alive and warm so you should really be thanking me little missy and two Who Do You Think You're Calling A Perverted Beggar!?" Gosh this guy sounds mad, real mad. 

"Well thank you f-for saving me t-thank y-you very m-much and s-sorry" i couldn't help blushing because he only had his ragged trousers on so you could only see his amazing bare chest and with his breath rising due to his anger it made him look even more irresistible! 

Wait n-no Emelia you can't think of this, your just a poor girl after some noble that's all, i-it's because of the fever not me.