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"Walked right in to an Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there!" The blond nord Ralof looked at the guy next to him who was dressed in rags.

'a damn! They took my armour and sword! And dressed me in rags. Those bastards!' as Solomon noticed the rags he was dressed in.

"Damn you Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy; if they hadn't been looking for you I could've stolen that horse and gone half way to hammerfell. You there, you and me! We shouldn't be here! It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." said the guy.

"We're all brothers in binds now theif." said Ralof.

They suddenly heard a shout, "Shut up back there!" It came from the imperial soldier that was driving the cart.

"Nah! You shut up you wanker!" responded Solomon trying to get a reaction from the Imperial solider and as sure as hell he did.

The Imperial Solider got pissed off so he turned his head back and spat on Solomon's face which Solomon responded back by immediately spitting back. They both gave each other a glare before ignoring each other.

Both Ralof and the guy knew that Solomon was a tough guy that wasn't scared and more daring than others, this earned Ralof's respect whilst the guy was slightly anxious fearing the consequences the group in the cart might face because of Solomon.

"I'm Solomon! Half nord and half redguard! I was raised in Cyrodiil and Hammerfell as I had to move to hammerfell early on. I came to Skyrim, to the land where my father was born to experience the life that he had. I want to experience what a true nord is. However when I was sleeping on a tree near Dark Water Crossing I woke up and now I'm a prisoner in rags. Why's that."

"Skyrim has lost its Honour thanks to the cowardly Empire. However we the stormcloaks shall bring true honour to Skyrim and its people. You are always welcome to Skyrim my friend, you seem like a good and honest man, the stormcloaks could use help from men like you." said Ralof as he respected Solomon for his honesty and enthusiasm as well.

"Thanks! I would also like to know everyone's name here."

"I'm Ralof! I work for the stormcloaks and serve the future high king. I grew up in Riverwood with my older sister Gerter. Your turn horse thief."

"I'm Lokir. I grew up in..." Lokir paused.

"What village are you from?"

"Why do you care!" retorted Lokir.

"A nord's last thoughts should be of home." said Ralof peacefully as if he was reliving all the sweet past memories.

"Rorikstead...I'm from Rorikstead."

"And who would this Master be?" asked Solomon already knowing the answer.

"He's Ulfric Sormcloak, the true high king! The greatest warrior in this land with amazing charisma and dreams that attract everyone's heart. He is a true high king and don't you forget that!" Ralof gave Ulfric an 'amazing' introduction meanwhile Ulfric who heard it had an invisible sweat drop on his forehead as he is truly surprised by the amount of respect this nord has for him.

"You're the leader of the rebellion! But if they captured you!? Oh gods where are they taking us!"

"I don't know where they are taking us but Sovengard awaits."

Ralof was in a trance where his usual hot-tempered voice was one filled with peacefulness and nostalgia, he talked about his sweet memories of Helgen.

"Good! Let's get this over with!" said General Talius with eagerness as he was impatient to go back and return to Cyrodiil so that he can stay with his family instead of staying in this Skyrim dump however he felt obligation towards the people of Skyrim as he is the genral of the empire and needs to restore order.

"And it looks like the thalmor are with him damned elves! I bet they had something to do with this!" raged Ralof as he was awakened from his sweet nostalgia.

"Thalmor?! Thalmor!!!!" shouted Solomon with fiercer and aggresive tone as bloodlust seeped from his body and his golden eyes turned red like blood and his face was snarling like a wolf.

Everyone on the cart was taken aback by his roar and the change in his behaviour from a nice guy to suddenly a blood killer with bloody eyes. Lokir was really scared shitless, both Ralof and Ulfric was surprise, the Imperial soldiers were frightened by solomon's ferocious aura and the Thalmor were snorting at Solomon as if they expected humans to be animals just like Solomon.

The only reason Solomon didn't break from his bindings easily was because he wanted to see if it would end up just like vanilla skyrim. Solomon immediately calmed down.

"Lokir. Whatever you do - don't try running away and keep your mouth shut okay! You hear me! I promise on my lide that you will be fine and okay. My words are as gold. I have friends that will attack Helgen just as they start the execution, you'll be fine. And furthermore follow Ralof into the keep instead, I'll follow you." whispered Solomon in Lokirs ear

Lokir who was scared nodded his head and agreed to not run as he noticed that they were stopping," why are we stopping?"

"Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go shouldn't keep the gods waiting. Face your death with some courage theif!" said Ralof as he looked at Lokir with disdain.

"...fine. FINE!!!" shouted Lokir since lokir felt death was inevitable and was inspired by the masculinity of the other men around him, as he is always acting like a bitch. He'll act tough in the last second and if what is Solomon saying correct than he will gain some face and survive.

"that's the spirit." joked Ralof.

"When we say your name, then you step towards the block! One at a time!" said an annoying bitch imperial as her voice was super annyoing and makes you want to kill her.

"Ulfric Sormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm!" called out Hadvar.

"It has been an honour jarl ulfric." said Ralof just beofre he was caled out.

"Lokir of Rorikstead" said Hadvar.

"Where do I go?" asked Lokir

"I said Over There!" shouted the Imperial bitch captain as she pointed to a space next to Ralof.

"You there step forward! Who are you?"

Hadvar looked towards a young man in front of him who was in his early twenties. The man had long black hair that reached half his spine and golden eyes with black slits in the centre. He had an angular face, a good shaped nose and pale lips. His skin was paler than a nords but not as pale as a vampire, he was 2 meters tall with a very bulky yet athletic build where he was the very epitome of healthy. His size, structure and looks made him look intimidating and also handsome than nearly every man, he was a true man.

"My name is Solomon! I grew up in Cyrodiil close to Bruma but then moved to Hammerfell and spent most of my childhood there. I came to Skyrim because my dead father was a great warrior from Skyrim. I am Solomon son of a nordic warrior Gulon ans Redguard woman Zanila."

"A mixed race I see...I think I heard of you beforer from our imperial spies in Hammerfell. You seek to have a small reputation growing there, a warrior boy that managed to beat the Alikir. Step towards the block prisoner." said Hadvar.

Solomon was the final one to enter the circle of death, as before the execution could happen they had to wait for Solomon to get registered. General Talius then gave his marvelous speech about how a hero doesn't killer their king and cause chaos in skyrim.

"Carry on." said General Talius.

The priestess was about to tell them their last rites but she got interrupted by a stormcloak soldier, so there were no more rites for them. Thanks a lot!

A sound could be heard and this has just confirmed Solomon's speculation. Alduin was coming and is ready to destroy Helgen.

"Next! the freak!"

Solomon instantly broke the bindings off ran up to the captain and twisted her neck meanwhile the archers tried to shoot him but he used her dead body as a meat-shield and then he ran towards the archers whilst they were reloading but he killed the archers that were group together like a flock by also twisting their heads at rapid speeds. This all happened in just 1 minute meawhile Talius and his soliders blinked before they all suddenly started attacking him, he managed to have them all in front of him and he used the two shouts to send most flying and the ones at the back staggering. Talius was sent flying as he was at the front.

Roar!

Alduin just arrived so Solomon quickly ran to the tower.

Boom! Boom!

Alduin sent a rain of meteors upon everyone at Helgen, most of the soldiers were killed but luckily general galius and the thalmor managed to escape just in time.

"Come on! In to the keep!" shouted Ralof as him and Lokir were about to enter meanwhile Ulfric went his own way and escape way quicker than them.

"Wait for me there! I have to get my stuff!" said Solomon as he ran towards a cart with a chest inside the cart, he knew hundred precent that they were there.

But as he was closing in on the cart behind him landed Alduin and looked at Solomon with fiery blood eyes ready to slaughter him.

'ohh shit!'

Fus-Roh-Dah!!!

Alduin roared just like a clap of thunder as a massive shockwave that was fast or faster than sound itself. The wave struck Solomon with hammering might and sent him flying until he hit the cart breaking both the structure and top of the chest.

"sahlag lir! Zu'u fen oblaan hi! " shouted Alduin which meant 'pathetic worm! I will end you!', he was ready to fire another deadly shout.

Luckily Solomon managed to get up, he picked up the chest and ran back to the keep with all his might which took him dozens of seconds before arriving instantly.

Inside Solomon found Lokir and Ralof talking about how dragons are real and not just legends. Lokir was dressed in Gunjar's gear, wearing a stormcloak outfit and a iron war-axe on his belt.

"You're finally here! I was getting kinda worried, wouldn't want another good man to die today." said Ralof in relief.

Solomon nodded and then dressed in his steel outfit and took back his steel sword along with the potions he was ready to get out.

Solomon walked up to the iron bar door and pulled it out with sheer force, this really did surprise Ralof and Lokir by how strong Solomon is.

"Come on let's get going!" said Solomon as they started running down the stairs.

They met imperial soldiers waiting down in another room, Solomon slaughtered them all with just one strike of his sword.

They further headed down and killed every imperial soldier in the keep. They even went to a cave and met spiders; Lokir screamed like a little girl along the way as his cowardly nature did not dissipate.

"Look! There's a bear over there!" Whispered Ralof.

"Don't worry!" said Solomon as he grabbed of off Ralof's hands a two handed greatsword and threw it like a javelin...and the bear died.

"I think we found the way out!" said Ralof as he escaped the entrance of the cave.

As the Solomon escaped the cave, his eyes were hit by blinding light until they have become clear once again. And just like the game, a beautiful sight was before him. The beauty of skyrim, a dragon flying in the sky and the snow on the ground.

'welcome to skyrim.' said Solomon in his head.