Skyrim: Journey of the Forgotten

Chapter 1: Dreams

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Chapter 1: Dreams

'When misrule takes it's place at the eight corners of the world,

When the Brass Tower walks, and Time is reshaped,

When the thrice-blessed fail, and the Red Tower trembles,

When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls,

When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding,

The World-Eater wakes, and the wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.'

- Prophecy of the Dragonborn.

4E 201, near the town of Helgen...

Everything was black for the longest time. Jaköbé's mind was in complete disarray. Even through the darkness, he could feel his head hurt. He had been through a lot of skirmishes since his self imposed exile from the Forgotten Isles, but that hadn't helped his current situation. When a white light pierced his subconscious, he found himself bound, and weaponless, with a bleeding leg. He was in a wagon with 4 other people, all bound other then the driver.

"Hey, you're awake... Wait, I know you..." the blond said, who Jaköbé instantly recognized.

"Nice to see you too, Ralof,"  Jaköbé said dryly.

"Never thought I'd see you this far north again, my friend,"  Ralof said.

"Yeah, well, here I am. Remind me, how did we end up here?"  Jaköbé asked.

"Imperial ambush."

"Ah, that would explain the headache, and the leg wound."

"Damn Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along!" The second bound person said angrily, "Empire was nice and lazy. If it weren't for you, I would have been halfway to Hammerfell by now!"

"A horse thief," Jaköbé muttered, "You'd be dead by the time you even touched the horse where I come from!"

This statement from Jaköbé shut the horse thief up. A few seconds later, Jaköbé realized who the person sitting next to him was.

"Ulfric?!" A very surprised Jaköbé asked. The bound and gagged Jarl of Windhelm looked at Jaköbé with just as much surprise. Both had fought side by side during the Great War between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire of Cyrodiil. Once the war had ended, both went their seperate ways.

"You're the Jarl of Windhelm. That means... Oh gods, where are they taking us?!" The horse thief asked, beginning to panic. Tired of hearing the thief's voice, Jaköbé did something drastic. Using dark magic, Jaköbé slit the thief's throat with just a twitch of his bound hand. Blood spilt from the thief's neck, and the body fell off the wagon. Both Ralof and Ulfric stared at Jaköbé with shocked looks on their faces.

"What? He was getting on my nerves," Jaköbé said.

...

Soon, the wagons approached a walled town. Jaköbé knew this was possibly the end.

"General Tullius! The headsman awaits!" an Imperial soldier cried.

"Good, let's get this over with," the General said wearily.

"Look at him, General Tullius, the military governor, " spat Ralof, "And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn Elves, I bet they had something to do with this!"

"Wouldn't put it past them," Jaköbé growled, "Elven supremacists, can't stand them."

Ulfric growled in agreement. As he was gagged, this was all he could say, but the message was clear to both Ralof and Jaköbé: if he wasn't bound and gagged, he would have torn the High Elves limb from limb. Jaköbé recognized one, who he even named aloud.