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// Chapter 1 
// Story: My Little Dovahkiin 
// by InactiveAccount191919191 
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My Little Dovahkiin



Chapter 1


It was a misty, dank afternoon and a heavily guarded Imperial carriage was trundling along a narrow lane, headed towards the small village of Helgen. In the back of this said carridge sat four bound ponies. One of the ponies was slumped to the left, with an angry red lump just above her left temple. The other prisoners were glancing nervously to her lump which made an unmissable contrast with her shockingly white coat. One prisoner, named Carth took an interest to this unconscious pony, when to his surprise, her eyelids began to flutter and open. The three other prisoners noticed that the once unconscious pony was now awoken. Carth turned to her and asked with a faltering voice “What is your name, and where do you hail from?” 
“Petalbeam, my name is Petalbeam and I hail from Chorrol in Cyrodiil”. She replied with a dry voice, due to dissuse. “How old are you?” Carth said in a curious tone, glancing at hr flank.
“I’m 19 years old, today”. She said in a confident tone.
“Then why is your flank blank?” Carth said in the mean tone of the Imperial guards.
“I have never tried to earn my cutie mark in Chorrol, as I never liked Cyrodiil and didn’t want to contribute to its shitty economy”.  Petalbeam said sceptically 
“Watch your mouth, bitch”. Snarled the guard driving the carridge. 
“Who are these other prisoners?” whispered Petalbeam.
Gesturing to right Carth said “This is Alexander of Rorikstead”. And nodding the gagged prisoner to Petals right he whispered anxiously “And that is Ulfric Stormcoat”. 
“Stormcoat!? If we’re travelling with the likes of him we’re going to face worse then jail”. Petalbeam whispered frantically.
“We’ll just have to wait and see...” Carth whispered pensively.

The carridge slowly trundled into Helgen and crowds gathered, jeering at the captives and throwing rotten food. Petalbeam’s worst fears were confirmed when she saw an Executioner grinning stupidly at the prisoners whilst sharpening his axe. Their carridge was parked in a small heap of horse manure and the guards were pulling the prisoners off by their back legs. Unfortunately for Petalbeam, she landed face first in the manure.  Being dragged to her feet she gave the guard a bitter stare and cued behind the other prisoners. Several names were called and the Captain finally called “Petalbeam of Chor-” A loud piercing screech cut her speech. People looked around curiously for the source of the noise. “What was that?” Demanded the Captain, as sh drew her sword.
“Does it matter?” One of the onlookers called.
“Yeah, get on with the execution!” Demanded another.
Alexander was called up to he wooden block first. “Do you, Alexander of Rorikstead, plea guilty to the theft of three different horses?” Called the Captain.
Horses were poor citizens of Tamriel who are often foalnapped whilst on the road and forced to carry their masters burden.
“No! No I’m innocent!” Screamed Alexander whist a guard unshackled his hooves. He bucked out fiercely into the guards face, knocking him to the floor. In he moment of shocked silence, Alexander began sprinting towards the main gate, but the Mages were already casting fire bolts at him. Seconds later Alexander was nothing but charred bones. After the crowd had finally took their eyes off the remains of Alexander, they returned their gaze to the chopping block and resumed jeering and spitting. The guards then dragged Carth up to the chopping block and then the Captain said “Do you, Carth of Riften, plea guilty to attempted murder?”
“Yes, I do”. Carth said loudly.
“Then you are sentenced to death”. Declared the Captain.
The Executioner grinned broadly and lifted his a high into the air and with one mighty fluid movement swung it down to Carth’s neck. Petalbeam had her eyes glued to Carth’s the whole time and he noticed in the last second of his life and smiled at her as the axe split his head from his body. A loud thud confirmed that his head had landed in the bucket. The guard who pulled Petalbeam off the carridge grabbed the chain that was bound around Petalbeam’s neck and dragged her to he block. He smiled viciously has he slammed her head down on the block. “Do you, Petalbeam of Chorrol, plea guilty to the illegal crossing of Skyrim’s boarder?” Asked the Captain loudly.
“Yes, I do”. Petalbeam said with more confidence than she meant.
Evidently the Executioner had noticed and began to chuckle heartily and muttered “I’m gonna like killin’ this un’”.
Petalbeam drew in her last breath as the Executioner raised his axe, when a loud ear splitting screech knocked the Executioner’s aim off and the axe trimmed the side of Petalbeams’s mane. A huge earth shattering crash knocked Petalbeam off the chopping block and was paralyzed with shock as she turned around and saw a giant dragon looking right at her and snarling...