Dovahkiin (Discontinued)

Chapter One

"Come on, hurry. We have to move like now," I say running down to the bottom of the hill in my golden elvish light armor carrying an elvish sword and shield.

"Why? Are they coming?" Said Peter, the at the bottom of the hill. Peter is a Khajiit, which is basically a man cat. He has brown fur everywhere except around his right eye and jaw which are black. He, too, wears light elvish armor; except his is a goldish dark green.

"No, because they told us to. Yes, they're coming! We gotta go, c'mon."

Peter grabs his longbow and arrows and starts running. He then stops, turns around, and fires off a few arrows behind me. As a catch-up, he puts away his bow and continues running. "How many did you see?" He asks.

"A lot. More than 300 at least."

"Holy shit, we better get going then."

"You think." We go towards a waterfall, hoping we can hide in it until the imperial guards stop looking for us. The guards are wearing chainmail armor and wielding a sword and Wooden shield.

When we reached the waterfall, we dove under the water looking for a cave. We did find one. The mouth of the breathing cave looked as if it had big pointy teeth and was going to swallow me whole. We went into the cave to find that it did not have a trapped air bubble so we were forced to swim to the surface.

When we got there, we were swarmed with stinging arrows that dug into us like needles. There were so many arrows, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't. I survived, but my poor friend Peter was hit in the eye and neck. Blood was spewing out of his neck and helmet like mini blood fountains, slowly coating the lake with blood.

"Peter!" I yelled. He was dead. I couldn't save him. "I yield I yield!" I shout out. "Have mercy on me."

A guard walks up to the lake and says "Give me your weapon." I throw my sword on the grass next to the guard. He then grabs my arm and throws me out of the blood filled water. Then the guard proceeds to take all my weapons. "Stupid nords, always doing shit," the guard mutters under his breath. "You are charged with theft of many valuable items like rubies and gold and murder of 23 imperial soldiers. You'll be going to Helgen and be put down by the general at the chopping block. What is your name Nord?"

"Smith," I croak. "Smith Coldiron."

"Coldiron? You don't have the strength to be a Coldiron, and not to say you are a really short man. About five and a half meters. All the Coldirons I know are tall and can punch down trees with their bare hands. Can you do that, Smithy?"

"No, I cannot."

"Well then you ain't no Coldiron"

"My father was," I say looking the guard dead in the eyes. "My mother was also a Coldiron, so therefore I am a Coldiron."

"If you say so, thief," he says wrapping my hands together so I can't move them. The wraps smell like blood and reek of sweat. "C'mon Smith, we have a long walk ahead of us."

"Why don't you just kill me here and now? It would save you the walk."

"Can't, or I'll get fired, figuratively and very literally."

"Well, why did you kill my friend, then?"

"Who, the Khajiit in the water? That was accidental. We did not mean to kill your friend, he just got unlucky, that's all. If he were still alive, he would have the same fate as you, so why does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't."

"Hey look," the guard says point at an oncoming horse. "Looks like we lucked out. We'll be getting to Helgen on a horse."

"Oh joy," I say sarcastically, but he didn't catch my sarcasm.

"Alright, hop on Smith," he says.

"I kinda can't," I say gesturing the wraps around my wrists.

"Oh, yeah. Well no hard feelings, ok?" He says hitting me in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword. I black out.