Media: Storytime

Chapter One: Welcome to Skyrim

"Well well well..." MEGU chuckled to himself. "Looks like I was ratted out."

The cart rumbled unkindly over the rough, mountainous road down toward Helgen as dark, somber clouds take over the sky. MEGU looked around the rickety cart at the two unfortunate fellows with him. One uniform was sobbing silently, looking down at his worn, booted feet. The other, a tough man of proud stature, looked straight ahead, unafraid. He was wearing the same uniform, but with a tattered, thick cape over it. Suddenly he turned his intense gaze upon MEGU.

"What the hell're you lookin at ya freak?" He growled menacingly, "do you know who I am?"

MEGU laughed. "Must I care?"

"I'm Ulfric Stormcloak ya yellow-bellied coward. What're you even here for?" (No gag in this fan fic! Mwahaha!)

"Me? I'm only the most well-known assassin in Tamriel. Maybe you've heard of me? Fluffy Wumpkins?"

Sharp intake of breath. "He..he of the Unfortunate Name?"

MEGU only smiled as the cart came to a halt. Ulfric shivered and kept his eyes averted.

"Everybody out! All ah ya!"

A sharp cry rang out across the yard from the sobbing young whelp as they shuffled and jumped out of the cart.

"Get it together soldier," Ulfric murmured to the poor sap. "Where's yer honor?"

"Shuddap all ah ya! You first," the second in command shouted, kicking his steel-toed foot toward Crybaby. The soft idiot walked slowly toward the block, and then suddenly took off back the way we came, running as fast as his bound hands would allow. Poor sap was shot in the knee and left to suffer a much slower death in the dirt.

"You there, what's your name?" the loud-mouthed woman turned to the preoccupied MEGU.

"I think we all know that ma'am," MEGU grinned as he walked toward the church confidently. MEGU began to lower himself to the block, still lost in thought. Just as his knees touched the ground, all hell broke loose.

A dragon, dark as night, roared as it swooped low over the village at the foot of the mountains. All eyes followed its course overhead, and MEGU 's mind went into overdrive, working out a new and improved escape plan.

Soldiers all over the Helgen began shooting arrows among the fireballs from a local Mage. MEGU was simply grinning in the confusion when suddenly he couldn't see beyond the burlap sack he felt over his head.
His captor guided him as they began to run.

"Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to intercept and grab me way back at Bruma!" MEGU whispered fiercely at his companion. "Get these blasted ropes off of me!"

"Oh but of course, Sir. There were..complications back in Cyrodil."

Her words were practically drowned out by yet another roar as they hid behind a burning house near the trader's.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" MEGU asked.
"Not that I know of, sir."

"Good. Let's get out of this blasted place and find another to start our mission. We mustn't fail."

"We mustn't fail." She repeated obediently. And the odd-looking pair set off on the road toward Riverwood.

To be continued...?

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