The Dragonborn Covenant

Skyrim; A Morrowind Refuge

"The Last Dragonborn."  

This is what has become of my life. Wandering the wilds of Skyrim trying to get to Cyrodiil. My older brother died a few days ago and my parents and older sister days before him. Morrowind, I'm never going back. I had been in Skyrim for at least a day, nearing the border to Cyrodiil when it happened. I walked right into an Imperial ambush at the same time a group of Stormcloaks did. Just my luck. Before I could get away, I was knocked out cold by someone who swung a war hammer at me.

I woke up in a carriage with a Stormcloak, some well dressed man, and some Nord in rags, like I was. The Stormcloak in front of me noticed me looking around.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

I nodded, and then tuned them out as that thief started ranting about how the Stormcloaks were ruining Skyrim. I daydreamed of when I was 7, and I killed a Ash Hopper with the dagger dad gave me.

My call back to reality was the thief saying,

"Why are we stopping?"

"Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." The Stormcloak said

"No! Wait! We're not rebels!" The thief said as we climbed out of the carriage.

"Face your death with some courage, thief."

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"

"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time." The Imperial Captain says.

"Empire loves their damn lists."

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." The other imperial says.

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!" The Stormcloak said as Ulfric walked over to the block

"Ralof of Riverwood." The Stormcloak goes.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

"No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!" Lokir says and runs, ignoring the captain yelling "Halt!"

"You're not going to kill me!" Lokir yells and the Captain yells for the archers, who shoot and kill him.

"Anyone else feel like running?" She asks

"Wait. You there. Step forward." The imperial says and I do. "Who are you?"

"My name is Vorunker Meturus." I say.