Azara of the Abacean

The Nord stared at me for a moment, and I stared back. He was a big guy, and he looked kinda funny in that little Imperial skirt. "Captain. What should we do? She's not on the list."

The officer, or captain apparently, grunted. She was the opposite; lithe and short, but in a heavy plate armour. She wouldn’t run fast, I thought, though she did have those nasty archers on the wall. "Forget the list. She goes to the block."

"By your orders, Captain,” he said. “Follow the Captain, prisoner."

As I followed the big man like I was a good girl, I counted the archers, and then all the soldiers on the ground. There were a lot of them.

"Ulfric Stormcloak,” Tullius said. He was wearing some impractical adorned thing that wouldn’t do much but fetch a pretty penny. “Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to **** his king and usurp his throne."

I have no idea how you’d kill someone with your voice, but it sounded pretty sweet. Ulfric was sadly still gagged so he couldn’t show it. Besides, it would’ve been a great distraction.

"You started this war,” Tullius continued. He was an old stick-in-the-mud, but he knew how to give a speech. “Plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."

The wind turned, and suddenly I heard a deep, rumbling roar on the freezing air, similar to a that of a lion.

The Nord shivered. "What was that?"

Tullius gestured dismissively. "It's nothing. Carry on."

"Yes, General Tullius.” The captain nodded, and signaled a robed priestess taking shelter under the tall stone watchtower. “Give them their last rites."

The priestess stepped into the harsh daylight, spread her arms, and turned her face towards the sun. There seemed to be a glittering golden amulet on her neck. "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..."

A stormcloak snorted and stepped towards the block. "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

I laughed as the priestess looked stunned and murmured an "As you wish."

“Come on,” the stormcloak continued, having reached the chopping block. He was already on his knees. “I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

Tullius raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the executioner, who lopped the stormcloak’s head off in one swing. As the bitchy captain kicked his lifeless body off the chopping block, another stormcloak charged towards the general.

“You Imperial bastards,” she screamed, and a few soldiers jumped forward to stop her. That was my moment. I spun on my right foot, to plant my left one between the tall Nord’s legs. As he doubled over, I pulled his sword from its scabbard. Immediately, the bitchy captain yelled for the archers, which I had expected, so I ducked between the townspeople in the back.

“Halt!” She screamed. “Grab her!”

Of course, the peasants weren’t too keen on grabbing a crazy Redguard with a sword, so I could quickly duck behind the carts. Arrows whizzed over my head, but the archers and their on-foot buddies couldn’t take me from the other side. Of course, they could’ve wheeled around, if I didn’t smack the horses on the behind with the flat of my blade. The beasts shrieked as the tried to get away, causing both carts to turn in the direction of the mighty general, who had to duck away, to not be trampled. At that moment, a large shadow fell over the town. A deafening roar caused the horses to run even faster, and without warning, the carts caught fire. A giant beast had landed on the tower, and breathed fire in every direction. Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, I turned, crashed into the priestess to push her away from the flames.

“You,” she stammered, you saved me.”

“Don’t mention it, beautiful,” I said. “Now, can you cut my binds please?”

I whipped the sword upwards, so it twirled in the air, and I could catch the flats between my palms, offering her the handle. She cut the ropes with trembling hands.

“Thanks love,” I said. “Now, how do we get out of here?”

“The gate,” she stammered. “It’s the fastest.”

“Alright,” I said, as I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. I heard her moan into my mouth, and she leaned into me as the sounds of men and monster surrounded us.

“It’s the prisoner!” I heard a man shout. “She’s attacking the priestess!”

I broke off the kiss, and winked. “By love, I gotta go.”

I left her flustered in the care of the Emperor’s good boys, and disappeared into chaos of the burning town, stealthily hiding her golden amulet in my bosom.