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Apologies for forgetting to post my chapter 1 remake.

Chapter 1

“Let us go! We’re not Storm-manes”

“Save your breath scum, that’s to be decided by others”

I can feel the shackles against my legs and wings, chaining me to the wooden cart. I look around and see three more ponies shackled up like me.

“What are you doing out here?” The pony across from me looks to the pony next to me. I think for a sec trying to remember, but there’s nothing, just a blurry haze that used to be my memories.

“I was trying to escape Skyrim because of this bloody war going on”

“Yes… we all are aren’t we?”

“What were you doing?”

“I was escorting Trixie here-“

The cart bumped onto the stone pathway and we stared as the got closer to the gates of our death…

 

The gates creaked open and we rolled through the small village. I look at a small colt, staring at us.

“I wanna watch the soldiers daddy”

“Get back inside. Now”

Guards everywhere with bows so there is no use in trying to flee. I think for a second, trying to devise a way to escape. I look over at one pony who looks like she’d be a general.

“Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time”

“Trixie Storm-mane”

“It’s been an honour Trixie Storm-mane”

“Rainbow Dash of Cloudhelm”

I watch as Rainbow Dash walks forwards.

“Lokir of Roriksteed”

“No Im not a rebel you can’t do this.”

“HALT”

“You can’t kill me!”

I watch Lokir as he gallops off.

“ARCHERS”

Thwoomp. Lokir goes down instantly.

“You there, step forwards”

I walk forwards.

“Who are you? Captain, she’s not on the list.”

“Forget the list, she goes to the block”

“By your orders Captain. I’m sorry, follow the Captain, Prisoner”

"Trixie. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder her king and usurp his throne. You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."

There’s a weird echoing noise in the sky and I look around.

“What was that?”

“It was nothing”

“Yes General Spitfire. Give them their last rites”

“As we commend you-“

“Just shut up and get it on with.”

I watch as a Storm-mane walks over to the block and lays his head down.

“My ancestors are smiling upon me today. Can you Imperials say the same?”

The Executioner raises his axe…

Splitch…

I step backwards, disgusted.

“Next prisoner.”

More of the echoing noise overhead.

“I said NEXT PRISONER”

I walk over towards the block, and lay down… waiting…

I stare as the axe descends onto my neck.