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The Shadow September 4, 2012 -
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I woke up on a carriage, I didn't have a clue where I was or how I got there.
My head was throbbing and sharp pains ran through my neck and down my spine as I turned my head to look around.
"You've woken up then," said a man in blue armoursitting in font of me, Ralof I think his name was.
My throat was too dry my for me to reply so I simply nodded.
"You chose a great time to try and cross the border"
I looked at who else was on the carriage with me. Apart from Ralof there were two others.
One was next to Ralof, he was from Rorikstead. Man, was he unlucky. Then again I don't think he would have survived the massacre that was about to come. Would have probably been terror that killed him. Probably would have been picked up by the monster as he ran to the keep.
Ah, but I seem to be getting distracted.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah my companions on the road to death. Or so we thought.
There was another next to me dressed in rich clothes with some rags covering his mouth. Something about him made me feel uneasy.
I edged as far away from him as possible.
The walls of Helgen towered over us. Ralof was still talking, but no-one was listening.
The carriage stopped and we all got down.
There was snow under some the walls, the soldiers had probably pushed it there to keep the road clear. Despite all the snow I didn't feel cold an all I had to keep me warm were some ripped, dirty rags.
Ralof and Ulfric, the man with the rich clothes, were called and checked off of the list a man in the red was reading.
The one from Rorikstead panicked when they read his name. He ran for it wailing that he wasn't supposed to be there.
An arrow in the back shut him. At least he died when the world still made sense.
I was the only one left.
"If anyone else is thinking of running think again. You're going to die today no matter what happens. You canall try and do it the honourable way," shouted a woman next to the list reader. "Who's next?"
"Step forward," the man commanded. "You're not on the list. Who are you?"
I sighed with relief, at least I wasn't about to be killed for something I couldn't even remember doing.
I opened my mouth to answer, but then stopped.
Who was I?
I searched my mind for anything that might prove to be useful. I found nothing, I would have to improvise.
"Zakary," I managed to croak.
"He's not on the list. Should we let him go?"
"Put him with the others. He was caught trying to cross the border with a surprisingly expensive amulet. Stolen no doubt."
"I'm sorry," said the man and his eyes said the same. "At least you're going to die in the land of your ancestors."
I joined the other prisoners and watched as one of themwas killed.
Next it was my turn.
I walked to the block and was pushed to my knees.
Then out of nowhere came a roar. Followed by a dragon.
It landed on the tower in front of me.
"What the-"
One of the prisoners started.
No-one heard how the sentence finished and no-one cared.
The dragon roared. I was flung through the air.
I just lay there for a few moments. Getting thrown about wasn't exactly good for the pain in my back.
Ralof called my name.
"What are you doing? Get up."
I realised how stupid I was just lying there and stood up just a flaming rock crashed into the ground where I had been lying moments before.
In a few second Helgen was destroyed, none of the buildings were still intact.
I followed Ralof into a tower. There was a jug of water near some sick injured soldiers on the floor.
At this point I usually tell myself that I didn't know the water was for their wounds, or I make other excuses.
But deep down I knew. I knew I shouldn't have drank it, that it was for the injured. But I picked it up and drank it. I guess that was the clue as to what kind of a person I really was.
I followed Ralof up the tower and jumped onto a building below.
I was surprised at my agiliy. I looked around and saw on a cupboard nearby a golden amulet.
It had several gem encrusted in it and a strange simbol at the centre of it.
I pick it up and escaped with the list reader. I went with him to Riverwood, he thanked me several times for helping him escape, but I didn't care about him. I kept asking myself, why didn't I have any memories of my life? Why did I have that strange amulet? What did the symbol mean? But most of all, who was I?
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