Drakar was sleeping. Not for the rest, but the butt of a cold iron sword deals wonders. It wasn't until the feeling of the cart shaking awakened him. "Talos..." He grumbled holding his head in his bound hands. He turned to the other inhabitants of the cart. A blonde, Imperial, and what seems to be a Jarl. He eyed the Jarl as he felt a little grateful for the Imperials setting him up with lined pockets.

"Hey you. You're finally wake." Said the blonde as he grabbed his attention. "You where trying to cross the border, right? Walked straight into that Imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there." He said explaining their origins. "Well if I'm not the only thief, we could hatch up a plan." thought the fellow thief in hope the other had skill. All hope though was dashed just at the sight of him. He was clunky and ragged. He was easily distinguishable from everyone else other than Drakar himself. "Damn you stormcloaks!" He said with a bitter tone.

"Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire, nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you. I could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell." He grumbled to the uniformed men as he turned his attention to the disappointed, experienced thief. "You and me. We shouldn't be here. It's the stormcloaks the Empire wants!" He said looking for sympathy. It was easy to say he got none. "You're sloppy. Can't hide in a crowd and escape on a fucking horse for Talos sake. You wan't my help or sympathy. Pray that the gods give you better skill in the next life." He hissed as he wanted nothing to do with such an incompetent fool.

"Shut up back there!" Shouted their driver as the thief looked towards the Jarl for small talk. "What's wrong with him, huh?" He said, but was stopped by the blonde. "Hold your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!" said the rebel with over swelling pride. The thief shrunk with realization. "Even a dimwit like him can tell what hill happen to us if there's a rebel leader stuck in as well." As they approached the town the blonde asked a strange question. "Where are you from horse thief?" Which he got a cliché retort. "Why do you care?" asked the man with slight anxiety. "A nord's last thought, should be home..." he replied with a obvious sincere tone.

"General Tullius sir! The headsman is waiting." Shouted a guard, getting a go ahead from their general. "General Tullius the military governor, and the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, must have something to do with us." Growled the blonde as he and many other prisoners shot glares to the pair of officials. "Imperials I can stand, but elves? Last time I was with an elf was when I used 3 greater stamina potions." Said the thief joking to the others. He noticed the glances and shrugged. "They cheat a lot with magic to be honest." he said earning a laugh from the blonde, and a nervous chuckle from the thief.

As they are unload from the cart, the cowardly thief prayed and the blonde was grumbling about lists. Drakar tried to plot and plan to every detail, but found no way to hug walls and shadows as few shown in midday. Every nook and cranny had at least a sentry or pair of guards. He aimlessly looked around the place until he heard commotion.

"I'm not a stormcloak! You can't do this!" Shouted the man sprinting for the exit, only to be turned into a pin-cushion. "You step forward." Called a friendly faced man as he looked at his list. "Who are you?" asked the man as he moved the feather up and down the list. "Alfime the second. Prince of the snow elfs." He said with a cheeky smirk. He had also earned the butt of a sword shoved into his stomach. "Forget it! You go to the block." She yelled as she pushed him to the stone chopping stone.

As the general ranted to the Jarl, a noise ripped across the mountain. Startling the crowds. "What was that?" Asked the same man who held the list. "It's nothing. Carry on." Said the stubborn general with a stern look on his face. The first causality was a man who interrupted their priest giving prayers. "For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with!" Shouted the brave rebel as he had his faced put down to the cement block. As his head was lopped off, they called on Drakar. He now felt some slight fear. Not that he couldn't escape, but that he knew he was going to oblivion.

A last roar was heard, but was now ripping through the air as a black mass landed in the courtyard. The being lashed it's tail across the yard and turned to Drakar who had rolled of the block and struggled to get up. He then had no more trouble getting off the ground, but a new problem arose as he was lifted in flown out of the town. How was he gonna get down.

A/N: Just so you know! I'm sure at least someone here has heard of Taming the World Eater on my original profile (Firestorm8756) and I've decided to remake and readjust this whole thing. More detail, funnier jokes, and more characterization. I cut the original story early, because I was still settling in with writing. As a whole in terms of expression. (I can write, but I only did so for work.)

Now that I've settled into the grove of things, I want to welcome new and old readers into this now more critical in detailed version. I will try to drag out longer chapters, but I did this one as an introduction to this little revamp. I will do extra proof reading (If I have the time.) AND try to update and upload frequently.

BUT I am not promising quantity over quality. When it comes to frequency I was close to uploading every couple months or so. Now that I've improved I hope to upload a little faster. To some I know that I should't take too long over just fanfiction, but... amz lonely. I also have many different things to work on. School, Work, and family/relationship matters.

I love making these stories and I want to keep making them frequently, but real life doesn't wait for anyone. I just hope y'all can enjoy what I make and help me improve so I can give you more lovable and funny stories.