((Alright! hello everyone out there!

I am a massive, MASSIVE fan of Skyrim!

Now, my story begins from when someone first wakes up on that cart. I know there are mistakes with the dialogue (and a lot of it is purposely cut out, mind you) and also I may have... er... forgotten a few names. This is because I'm writing from memory, but I'm less about the details the game gives and more about characters and their development. So here goes, the first of many, many chapters!))

Light swaying woke her. The gentle movement of the carriage and the sound of hooves on the cobbled road caused her eyes to flutter open. Her ears begin to pick up the other sounds. Voices. Nord voices, speaking of their capture. It came in splashes as her tired mind tried to register them and cut out the horrible ringing.

"Hey, you! You're finally awake!" Oh, is that what she is? Because really, she feels more dead. The blood she feels dripping down the back of her head… it's no wonder she has such a horrible headache.

"Who are you?" Asks another voice. It's squeaky, frightened, belonging to a Nord with a very scared look on his dirty face.

Hmm, well it's a good question. She can't really remember anything, even as she sits up and looks around her. Tall trees tower around them, snow-covered. The wind is ever so cold, and it blows through her. She shivers, but finds her hands bound. She can't warm herself at all.

"Hey, you and me, we aren't rebels, we shouldn't be here!" The frightened man was staring at her with wide eyes. Rebels? Rebelling what? She can't remember any sort of battle. She can't remember how she came to be here. She can barely even remember her name!

When she doesn't answer the first Nord, the tall handsome man with blonde hair, answers for her. "You would have been caught anyways horse thief."

"Shut up back there!" A guard? Guarding them? All this talk of rebels and thievery was making her head spin. Was she a rebel? Had she stolen anything?

"What's up with him?" The weak Nord nods to her side, and she warily pulls herself up to turn her head. Another man sat there. He was dressed in bulky black fur, and around his mouth was a large cloth. He looked so angry at his situation that she even edged away a little.

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and the true High King of Skyrim!" The first Nord hissed. It was at around this time that the conversation became background noise to her, as she could see a settlement loom before them. A welcoming sign read 'HELGEN'. She supposed that she really ought to know where Helgen was, but right now it wasn't striking any memories.

"The leader of the rebellion?Oh gods, where are they taking us?" The question brought her back to face them. She was still wordless, merely listening and picking up on all the information she could.

"Where else? End of the line. Where are you from horse thief?" The handsome nord asked. The cart slid into Helgen, and for the first time, she noticed the two other carts in front of them. A child runs past, stopping momentarily to stare at them before being taken back inside by an adult. He was right. They were going to kill them.

"Why do you care?" The answer was haughty.

"A Nord's last thought should be of home." This struck her. She couldn't remember her home, where she came from, if she had a family. Gods, her entire memories started when she woke up a few minutes ago!

"Rorikstead. I-I'm from Rorikstead." He squeaks. The name sparked no memories in her mind and she looks away from them, just in time to see the carts in front of them stop up against a wall. "Mara, Akintosh, Kynareth, divines protect me!"

"It's been an honor serving with you," the Nord addresses Ulfric as the cart stops. One by one they got off the cart, as did she. As she leapt down, trying to steady herself with flailing, bound hands, her muscles ached with every movement.

A guard orders them to stand in a line and wait for their names to be called. It prompts a "Humph. The empire loves their damn lists," From behind her, and it brings a small shadow of a smile playing across her lips. It may even have been a laugh if she couldn't see the archers with their bows trained on them, the headsmans block to their left…

Her life had only just started and now she was going to die.

Well at least she's known the world for all of ten minutes.

Yay. She felt special.

She didn't pay attention as her cart-mates were called and one by one they left to the block, proudly and calmly. The young handsome Nord was named 'Ralof'. What a lovely name…

But her thoughts were disrupted when the horse-thief was called. He tried to run.

Fool! Was all she had time to think before four arrows pierced his back. And that was the end of him. She didn't even know his name.

"Anyone else feel like running?" Asked the guard, giving her a pointed glare. She shrugged. Nope, not me! If she had to die, she'd rather die by an axe, facing her death bravely than by half a dozen arrows piercing her back as she tried to flee.

The second guard's attention turned to her as he scanned through the list. "And who are you?"

Now that's the second time she's been asked that, and it's time to get some answers. She looks down at herself.

The softly golden flesh and blonde hair reaching down to her waist spoke 'High elf', although how she knew that was still a mystery. She was probably an arcana then, a magic user. She racks her mind, and does actually remember one spell. A fire spell. But that's hardly useful while her hands are tied.

As for her name, well, she's truly clueless there. Best make one up. "Nixa." She says calmly. Who knows why, it just sort of popped into her mind. She liked it. 'Nix' as in not. So not Nixa. Because she doesn't know who she is.

…It sounded better in her thoughts…

"Nixa?" The male guard checks his list then sighs and shakes his head. "What do we do lieutenant? She's not on it."

"To the block with the rest of them."The harsh lieutenant orders. Hardly fair of her. Nixa's not even sure what her crime was, and now she was going to die for it!

"I'm sorry." Says the male guard as soon as the lieutenant had left. He does look it… "I'll make sure your remains are returned to Tamriel, your home."

Tamriel? She'd never even heard of the place. Yet she found herself yearning for it, for a home, to be away from here…

Still, there's no use in running. Slowly she falls into pace with the rest of the prisoners over to the block.

The executions have already begun. As she approaches the block the first man is slain, his head rolling over the ground. Yuck!

As they're about to call the next prisoner there is a loud roar. It echoes off the mountains surrounding Helgen, bounces off the buildings, and for a moment Nixa can swear it sounded like language to her…

"What was that?" The guards asked, looking around as if the mysterious creature would suddenly pop up next to them.

Needless to say, it doesn't.

"It was nothing." The lieutenant hisses. Her eyes are on Nixa, and Nixa knows it's her turn. "Next, the high elf."

The roar comes again, louder this time. Closer. "Lieutenant, are you su-" Begins the young imperial.

"I said, next prisoner." She hisses.

Nixa steps out. She wants to die with dignity. She doesn't know why it should matter to her. She doesn't know if she has a home, a family who will miss her. She doesn't know anything and yet she still feels that if she had to die, she might as well die with some kind of honor. Bravery is the best defence against this tyranny.

Tyranny? She wonders as she slowly approaches the block.

Tyranny. They obviously don't know who I am or if I've done anything wrong. They're going to kill me simply because it's convenient for them.

She looks down. The block is speckled with blood both dry and wet. There's already a head in the basket. It's repulsive and the smell is horrible, but the lieutenant is shoving her to her knees, and she finds her head lying on the block far sooner than she'd have liked.

She looked up, at this masked black man who was going to kill her. She didn't know his name. She didn't know his motives, his history. And there he was holding the axe that would end her life.

She wasn't afraid. Merely curious. Why? How did he get here? He must have had some sort of past, what led him to be slaughtering innocents? Did he care? Did he believe he was serving the imperials or did he hate them for making her do this?

She supposes the questions are taking over where the memories of her life are supposed to be. But memories can't flash before her eyes because she doesn't have any.

Do it quickly. She shuts her eyes.

Wait… she opens them again.

No, she wasn't hallucinating. It was really there!

A big black shadow descending over Helgen. A shadow with a lashing tail. Huge hard scales. Bright red eyes.

…dragon…

((so, that's chapter 1! Please review! I love comments, especially any constructive criticism!))