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Inner thoughts of a rebellious Jarl (5/6)

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“Wait”, the voice of the Nord Legionnaire calling out their names returned Ulfric’s attention to the last prisoner on his cart, the mysterious woman. “You there, step forward”. The Jarl watched as the woman obediently stepped forward. “Who are you?” the man asked as he looked her over. “Eira Wolfsoul” she answered softly. ‘Eira, a true Nord name, fitting. I quite like it, Ulfric thought. “You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman” the man said as he scribbled something in his book. “Captain, what should we do? She’s not on the list” he asked the Captain next to him.

“Forget the list, she goes to the block” was the Captain’s answer. Ulfric’s eyes narrowed, ‘not on the list, no trial…’ Eira answered, her voice tinged with a stubborn streak, “I have an Imperial edict from the Emperor, allowing me to cross the border”. ‘An Imperial edict? She must be someone of importance in Cyrodiil, or had high placed contacts. Or are the Thalmor behind this? Was she set up?’ The Captain looked her over, “very well, show me then”, she said. “It was in my pocket, the soldiers must have taken it when they exchanged my clothes!” The Captain scoffed, “nice try prisoner. Send her to the block!” Ulfric’s eyes narrowed at the injustice. ‘She does not even bother to investigate! At the very least this woman, Eira, deserves an honest trial! Maybe she was set up. At least the Thalmor won’t take her to be tortured, anything is better than that’, Ulfric could almost feel the pain inflicted on him back then, the memories still haunted him.

“By your orders Captain” the Nord Legionnaire said before turning to Eira again. “I’m sorry, at least you’ll die here, in your homeland. Follow the Captain prisoner”. And so she did, joining Ulfric and his men at the block. The Jarl was impressed with her show of courage in the face of death, ‘now there’s someone worthy of being a Stormcloak. At least when it comes to courage’.

After a short speech from General Tullius there was a loud roar up in the sky. ‘What in Oblivion was that? I’ve never heard anything like it before. Best be on guard, whatever it is, it could be our ticket to freedom!’ Ulfric thought as he, along with everyone else looked up confused. There was nothing to be seen however. “What was that?” someone asked. “It’s nothing, carry on!” Tullius said. “Yes General Tullius” the Captain answered before telling the priestess to give us our last rights.

“For the love of Talos, shut up and let’s get this over with” one of his soldiers spoke gruffly as he stepped forward. ‘Courageous but foolish boy, always was a little impatient. Take what time you have, an opportunity of escape could still present itself, even now.’ It sadden the Jarl to see one of his men die, especially by the hands of Imperials. The cries of the people of Helgen bothered him as well. ‘Do they not care for our cause? Do they not wish to be free of the Empire? At the very least, do they not care for one of their own even if their believes differ? What has Skyrim come to? This used to be a land of unity, of honour!’

“Next, the Nord in the rags” the Captain called out, just as there was another roar in the sky. Ulfric looked up again, desperately searching for the source, hoping that it was something he could use to his advantage. “There it is again, did you hear that?” the Nord Legionnaire asked a little worried. “I said the Nord in the rags!” the Captain repeated angrily and so the man turned to Eira once more “to the block prisoner, nice and easy”. Ulfric watched her as she stepped forward slowly, head held high. ‘So proud, so brave. I wish I could have gotten to know you young one’, Ulfric thought sadly as she dropped to her knees before the block and laid her head on it. Just as the headsman raised his axe an enormous black creature flew towards them and landed on the tower behind the headsman. ‘That… It cannot be! A dragon? Truly?’