The Leader | A Skyrim Story | Book 1

Chapter 2 ~ Escaping Helgen

Hiya, before we get into the chapter I want to get something straight. This book is freeform no copyright or anything so use any of MY ideas that you may want and second the different text types. Jorlain, Nich's father is a made up character however Delphine does exist in Riverwood so i suggest you go find her.

 Also looking for someone to edit pre-post, my mistakes are few but large.

Also, best song ever..... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsnRQJxanVM

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Chapter 1 - Escape Helgen

A rather large bump woke Nicholas the feel of wood beneath him and something prickly bound to his hands proved him awake slowly.

"Hey! You! Your finally awake.." A voice said. "You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there"

Nicholas could see the voice, or rather man speaking to him - his dirty blonde locks laying on his shoulders just within range of Nich's tired and glassy vision. Nicholas turned to the man indicated as a thief, who was wearing shaggy brown robes that are tied together with thin ropes. His hands were also tied.

"Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine till you came along! Empire was nice and lazy" The thief said slightly aggressively, starring at the first man. "If they hadn't been looking for you I would have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell by now."

"You there, you and me; we shouldn't be here. Its the Stormcloaks the Empire wants" The thief continued.

"Were all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The first man countered.

"Shut up back there!" The guard to Nicholas' left shouted, not taking his eyes off of where the horses were walking.

"What's up with him?" The thief asked looking at the prisoner to Nicholas' right.

"Harrumph" came the grumble of a man next to Nicholas, his mouth bound by a gag of cloth.

"Watch your tongue, your talking to Ulfric Stormcloak - The TRUE High King"

Nicholas studied the man seated behind him: his garbs longer and thicker than the stormcloak prisoner across from him, his hands bloodied and tied tightly behind his back and his mouth gagged with a nasty looking cloth - that looked suspiciously like it had been dragged through the mud.

He didn't look like much, but whatever it meant to the thief it brought along more.

"Ulfric" the thief repeated to himself, "the Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. If they captured you...... Oh Gods where are they taking us?!"

"I don't know where we go, but Sovengard awaits." The Stormcloak man says in a shallow tone.

"No, this can't be happening! No!" The Thief says proceeding to freak out.

"Hey....." The Stormcloak man said softly. "What village are you from Horse thief?"

"Why do you care..?" the Thief asked, speaking aggressively.

"A Nords last thoughts should be of home" The Stormcloak says, speaking honestly and using a non-threatening tone.

"Rorikstead, I-I'm from Rorikstead." The Thief spoke, quietly, as the front gates of a village drew near enough to touch if hands were not bound. The carriage pulled through the cobbled streets, bumping on every loose stone.