Caught trying to cross the border

“Hey, you, you’re finally awake.”

The smaller high elf woman looked up to see a blond nord staring at her, her eyes squinted as the light entered her face.

“You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us and that thief over there.”

“Damn you, stormcloaks,” another brunette nord said. “Skyrim was fine until you people showed up. The empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.”

Merda said nothing as she said watched the banter between the men.

“We’re all brothers and sister in binds now, thief.”

“Shut up back there!”

“And what’s wrong with him?”

“Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king.”

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion, but if they've captured you... oh gods where are they taking us?"

"I don't know where we're going. but Sovngarde awaits."

"No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening."

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

"Why do you care?"

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

"Rorikstead, I'm from Rorikstead."

The soldier called out. "General Tulius, sir! The headsman is waiting!#"

"Good, let's get this over with."

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines please help me."

"Look at him, General Tulius, the military governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this."

Merda didn't meet the nord's face in fear he would turn on her. But she realized he probably didn't know that she too was an altmer.

"This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny... when I was a boy, Imperial walls used to make me feel so safe."

At last they arrived at the execution scene. And were told to step down one by one, waiting for their name to be called. First, the blonde nord named Ralof and then the brunette nord named Lokir. Lokir tried to run and was quickly shot by arrows.

At last the Imperial guard named Hadvar turned to Merda. "Wait, who are you?"

"I'm Merda," Merda said.

"Captain, she's not on the list..."

"Forget the list! She goes to the block!"

"Follow me, prisoner," Hadvar sighed.

Merda sighed as she followed the rest to the block ready to be executed.