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The Road to Solitude 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

I feel Azura gave me a reprieve that night, by sending me a protector. An orc solider barked at me to help with the food.

He glared at anyone who approached me. I spent hours that evening serving meals and cleaning up after the legion.

Towards the small hours of the night I was exhausted, even my fathers gift of redguard stamina would not rescue me.

An imperial called for more ale. I must have been moving to slow for him.

Suddenly he swung at me, I remember the orc jumping towards me, as I fell hitting my head on a large rock.

I came awake slowly to the rocking of a cart. I blinked trying to get my bearings and made the mistake of shifting. Pain radiated from my side up my back and around my ribs.

I felt frigid air on my chest and opened my eyes to look down at my body. I remembered I was wearing rags and did not have furs to keep me warm.

I could see bruises forming on my side and legs through tears in my garment.

My surroundings came into focus. I realized I was in a prison cart. Apparently I was in the company of the leader of the rebellion. At that time I was still confident my innocence would win my freedom.

I was only half listening to the conversation around me as I was in a lot of pain. I attempted to form a healing spell.

It was difficult with my hands tied but I did manage a little of the familiar yellow glow to escape my hands. It felt good as I directed it towards my side and ribs.

The Imperial wagon driver turned around and glared at me. He said “None of your fancy magic prisoner.

Two words escaped my mouth “I hurt”. Then he threatened me “use magic again and I will remove your hands from your body”.

Then he went back to driving the horses. Absolute silence reined in the wagon at that moment.

I looked at the men sitting around me. Not one would meet my eyes. The rebels knew I was innocent but they wouldn’t even look at me.

They were beyond contempt. It was that exact moment that I lost any illusions of safety as a citizen of the empire.