Ghatrugh

The Nord stared at me for a moment. "Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list."

The officer, a captain apparently, grunted. "Forget the list. He goes to the block."

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

"Ulfric Stormcloak,” Tullius said. “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."

Ulfric, still gagged, grunted. He didn’t even have to use his voice, because even from a distance, his eyes told me everything I needed to know. If he could, he would kill the Imperial in a heartbeat.

"You started this war,” Tullius kept talking, as Imperials tend to do. “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 roar coming from far away.

The Nord trembled like a leaf. "What was that?"

Tullius shrugged. "It's nothing. Carry on."

"Yes, General Tullius.” The captain nodded, and summoned a little priestess hiding in the tower. “Give them their last rites."

The priestess started praying. "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 rebel Nord spit on the ground and stepped forward. "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

The little priestess was stumped. "As you wish."

“Come on,” the rebel said, having decided he was done with the theatrics. “I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

That made me laugh, but is was the only one. The executioner grinned though, and lopped the rebel’s head off in one nice swing. Then, another rebel stepped forward.

“You Imperial bastards,” she screamed, but she was silenced by a fist to the stomach.

The townspeople started calling things like "Justice,” and "**** to the Stormcloaks.”

"As fearless in **** as he was in life," one said, which I believed to be true.

“Next,” the captain shouted, right before I heard another roar.

"There it is again,” the Nord muttered. “Did you hear that?"

"I said, next prisoner," the captain said, “You, orc.”

I didn’t hesitate. I had evaded my **** plenty of times before, but I know as well as any orc that life is a struggle, and then you die. If anything, I was looking forward to seeing my kin in the Ashen Forge. Malacath was waiting for me. I lowered my head unto the block, and grinned at the axeman, who grinned back. I would have preferred to die with a weapon in my hand, but I was at peace,

Then, a monster swooped down from the mountains, turned its terrible wings, and headed straight towards me.

I heard people screaming, but the axeman seemed unbothered, as he raised the axe like nothing happened. Just before he could finish the job however, the creature crashed down onto the tower. The gusts it caused made the executioner lose his footing. Before he could get up, the creature opened its maw. I watched the axeman being ripped to pieces in a thunderous explosion, leaving behind nothing but his axe and pools of blood. It hurt like a firebrand, but all orcs know how to put pain to use. I saw the edges of my vision turn red as my blood started to boil. Whatever this creature was, it wouldn’t find me an easy prey. I cut my bindings on the twohanded axe that was meant for my neck, and grabbed it with both hands. My heart beat like a battle drum as I stood in defiance of the monstrosity. Its eyes glowed red, and for a moment I thought it wouldn’t attack me. When it opened its maw, I charged it with all my might, before its booming roar blew me backwards, and I lost consciousness.