Little Italy

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Elle stood petrified when she saw the dragon. Yes, that's what it was, she had read about them and seen pictures. If that wasn't a dragon, then she didn't know what it was. She stood staring at it wide eyed and she swore it was staring right back at her, beady red eyes glowering in her direction before it let out a mighty shout from its mouth, knocking her flat. She smacked her head against the ground, stars dancing in her vision as she stumbled to her feet away from the beast. She was sure her head was pounding, but the adrenaline rushing through her numbed any pain she felt for now.

Her first instinct was to run, but where? The dragon had jumped into the sky again and she was sure it was going to start spitting fire at any second. Everyone was yelling now, but it was all very indistinct in her ringing ears.

Someone to her right shouted, "Breton! Come on! The gods are giving us another chance!"

Elle blindly tripped in the direction of the voice, her vision clearing and the person shouting proving to be Ralof, the one decent person in the cart from earlier. She suddenly stopped and looked behind her at the dunmer before running over to him and dragging him to his feet. "Come on, Nilovas, or whatever your name is, this is our chance," she said her words a little slurred.

Not waiting for his reply, she bolted in the direction Ralof had gone. Nilovas could follow or not, she didn't much care, but she would have felt bad for just leaving without offering assistance.

She ground to a halt inside the stone building most of the Stormcloak captives had rushed into. Her vision had cleared by now, and she looked around slightly dazed before Ralof spoke again.

"Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?" he asked, question directed at his Jarl.

"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric replied grimly, before the dragon roared again outside, "We need to move! Now!"

Ralof looked around the room before his eyes landed on the stairs, "Up through the tower, let's go!"

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

YEEEAH IM SURE WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT. THERE'S PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle stood grimly and quietly, clenching her jaw tightly as she stared forward with apprehension in her eyes. She studied the executioner with some disgust, insulted by the fact that this man would be the one to take her life. I mean, if she was going to go, it should have been something more creditable than getting her head lopped off by a sweaty guy with a rusty axe. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got. Her face probably looked like she had just eaten something bitter.

The first roar was unsettling, and she looked up at the sky with her brow furrowed, eyes searching for the source of the sound but not finding it. A glance at the dunmer puzzled her slightly. His expression remained rather arrogant, but something in his eyes gave her cause to think he may know what it was.

She jerked her head toward the priestess when she started speaking, then at the fiery haired nord who marched to the block. His last words were almost cut short by the blade falling on his neck. She found herself flinching at the sight, the Stormcloak's heading falling unceremoniously into the crate.

She was starting to wonder if it was too late to ask for Last Rites again.

That same threatening bellow rent the air once more, causing her to glance around once more before the dunmer was called to the block. As much of an äss as he made himself out to be, she still didn't like the idea of him meeting the same fate as the rest of them would.

That was, at least, until that thing appeared.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

YASSS PLEEEAAASEEE AFTER WE FIND OUT ELLE'S LIL SECRET WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle hopped down from the cart behind the horse thief and blonde soldier they had been speaking with earlier, standing in line in front of the dunmer, who she had come to the conclusion was a rather snotty individual. Ulfric Stormcloak himself, the gagged one, stepped up first before walking over to stand near the other prisoners facing the chopping block. The other stormcloak gave his name, Ralof, without much fight and stepped away from them.

The horse thief however, was not going to go so quietly. He panicked and bolted, yelling something about not dying or whatever before the woman who appeared to be in charge barked, "Archers!"

The horse thief fell after the guards let their arrows fly, the unfortunate individual falling to the ground, never to move again.

She had been so intent on watching the scene unfold she hadn't noticed the woman beckon her forward. Elle almost jumped out of her rags when the woman snapped, "I haven't got all day."

The man didn't seem in too much of a hurry, however, and asked, "What's your name, prisoner?"

"Uh, Eilonwy," she stuttered, stepping forward, shooting a contempt filled glare at his companion.

The man checked the list before looking uncertainly at the woman, "Captain, she's not on the list, what do we do?"

The captain didn't seem too concerned with this in the least bit, so Elle gave her one last loathing glance before standing near Ralof while eyeing the executioner warily. As much as she wanted to follow the thief's example, she decided she was going to die with some dignity and accept it. There was no way out of this, and her magicka was already so depleted, she wouldn't get far at all.

( yah same XDDD )

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

HELL YESSSS SO PRETTY

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle shot a nasty glare at the Dunmer, "Well excuse me for trying to lighten the mood a little," she muttered, more to herself than him. Though, she knew he was right. The imperials didn't have time to keep prisoners who weren't worth their time. She was starting to grow worried, but she didn't want it to show. She bit the inside of her lip before turning her attention to the blonde Nord and the horse thief and listening to the conversation that followed.

Having nothing to add, she turned her head to study the scene around her. People on the street either stopped to stare or ushered their children inside. She glanced over at what looked like an Altmer astride a dark brown horse. The Thalmor? What were they doing in Helgen? She didn't dwell on it, she had more important things to worry about. The mood was so tense, it was almost tangible on the still air. Funny that it should be such a nice day.

The next thing that caught her attention was the circle of imperial guards and a man in a black leather mask clutching an axe came into view, all of them standing around what she was sure was a chopping block, judging by the blood on it. She furrowed her brow, keeping the anxiety out of her face by thinking about an escape plan. Though, her mind did drift to the fact that her parents and siblings and friends would never know what happened to her. She would be discarded into a nameless grave and never be spoken of again.

Stop that, Elle, she chided herself, shaking her head slightly. She was not going to make a fool out of herself like the horse thief. She may not be brave, but she sure wasn't a coward. The carts filled with prisoners ahead of them had already stopped and started unloading. They were really going to execute all of them? She hadn't been much involved with the rebellion, but were they really going to be that brutal? Apparently so.

( geez man I'm dying XDDD )

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Yah me too I need pretty things you know me XDDD

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

"Alright that's enough," Elle snapped, giving the thief a hard look, "You stop sniveling and you," she turned her attention to the Dunmer, "Calm down a pull yourself together." She brought her bound hands to her head and rubbed her temples with a sharp huff. The throbbing in her head had died down, but she could feel the bump under her auburn hair. She definitely wasn't a tank, and whoever had knocked her out in the first place had landed a good blow.

When she looked up at them again, she tried for a more composed air, her countenance calm and chin up. "Now, shall we try this again or does someone else need a whack over the head?" She more told than asked. Being who she was, she didn't bother giving them time to respond before she went on, "I'm Eilonwy and I'm on this cart because I accidentally stumbled into their little ambush... Thing..."

She found herself losing her confidence as she spoke, now that she had the men's attention. She suddenly felt very small as she looked up at then all, expression wavering for a moment. She found herself wishing that the bench beneath her would open up and swallow her whole. She was already short but this whole situation was making it worse. She clears her throat a little awkwardly and started to pick at the fibers of the ropes that bound her hands out of anxiety, but kept her head up.

( i can literally fit my posts on my pinky geez )

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle shook her head to rid herself of the fogginess that still clouded her mind before looking more intently at everyone in the cart. The dunmer guy already stuck her as a kind of stick in the mud sort of fellow, judging by the disapproving scowl fixed on his face and the way he studied each person.

She turned her head to look at the Nord that spoke, listening as the dunmer guy resounded before she herself replied (this time not making a weird dying animal sound), "Er, yeah, something like that." She paused to look down the road, then at the imperial guards surrounding them before cocking her head at the Nord once more, "They aren't taking us to prison, are they?" she asked.

As far as she knew, walking through the woods wasn't a crime. Then again, she did almost trip over one of the imperial soldiers while they were about to ambush the Stormcloaks. she had almost blown their cover which is why she was probably here in the first place. Lovely. Just lovely.

( omg this were the days )