Chapter 2 : *Urgg*. . . Helgen. . .

Not even closed yet, and a splitting headache comes to me, with knowledge only believable through fantasy books and video games fabricated memories of a life I did not live bury itself in my brain.

The life of a young Altmer traveling with his mage parents through Summerset Isle and other countries. Even the belief of a divinity named Auri-El makes itself comfortable in my mind. A divinity I know exists because even if I did not read all the lore of the Elder Scrolls games, I know things like the Auri-El bow you can get in Skyrim. Or like the Falmer are Snow Elves or were.

All his apprenticeship in the way of magic weaves itself in my memories, the fact that he or now I am a Novice in knowing spells of all the magic schools but one—the necromancy aspect of the Conjuration Magic Tree that is in the Apprentice level. Still not enough to beat a country by myself but just what I need to keep my sorry ass alive. Beginner in the art of the sword, this body trained in the way of the thin and light elvish swords, trained to defend himself in case of low mana and not to be defenseless in close combat.

As all Altmer, my "past" self was suffering the young master disease—stuck up, proud, and snobbish personality. Its brain melting, and I am ashamed of some of the manners of speech used in conversation. It wasn't me, so all is good. But still cringeworthy. . .

In this split second of that happening and my brain stopping for nearly popping cause of the new parallel thinking I'm now able to do, the imperial bitch in heavy armor looks at the Nord next to her who is, I am sure, Havar. "You're not with the Thalmor Embassy, are you, high elf? No, that can't be right... Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list." The Imperial Captain answered, "Forget the list. He goes to the block." "By your orders, Captain. Follow the Captain, prisoner." He doesn't even bulge when a seemingly innocent will get executed—what a fucker… It's really infuriating, but I can't do anything right now.

I then go to the peloton and wait. Ulfric, who is in the peloton waiting with Ralof when a Jules Cesar look-alike comes to Ulfric and begins to talk. "Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." That seems to make him quite angry with the grunts he's making. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace." Far Roarr I think Alduin will begin, I heard something. "What was that?" Hadvar asks around. "It's nothing. Carry on." The captain follows. "Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites, Priestess of Arkay." A woman in a dark robe with red accents comes behind the wood log where the head gets detached and begins.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..." Then as she prays, a Stormcloak soldier stops her. "Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" After saying his words to Tullius, the Stormcloak is then beheaded by the executioner. The Imperial Captain then shoves his lifeless body off to the side of the chopping block. I feel my throat filling with bile with what just happened, a tear drop on my cheek as I turn my head. It cooled me, frozen showing me that no … I'm not in a fucking game, chills overtaking my body. Curse words exit the group of Stormcloaks and others of joy from the Imperial and villagers. "As fearless in death as he was in life," Ralof says softly.

Then the captain looked at a mid-twenty-ish normal-looking Nord and shouted, He Should be the Dragonborn then he feels totally normal. . . Anyway, I should prepare. "Next, the Nord in the rags!" A Roar reverberates through the walls, and people begin to whisper, "There it is again. Did you hear that?" The captain did not care. "I said, next prisoner!" Hadvar follows the order. "To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy." As the Nord gets on the chopping block, Alduin's roar is so loud the ground shakes, the windows explode, the executioner's ax movement isn't stopped, and it goes down. Then Alduin crashes on the stone mini-castle, destroying it. "What in Oblivion is that?" Tullius screams. Nearly beheaded, Alduin shouts so strongly the executioner disappears in a mist of blood, but it comes toward me next, scared the shit out of me. I shout "CHAOS DICES," the Dragon shout gets pushed down and explodes the ground under me, and I am thrown, so far I go flying above the walls, falling into a bush unconscious then rolling farther on the ground and into a small river.