a story of a hero

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The soldiers dragged the old man through the streets of windhelm, showing a tattered body to the people.
He was not harmed, but he was dirty, with cuts and bruises covering his body, and his hands tired with metal cuffs to keep him from escaping.
The men glared, an the women quickly bustled there children to there houses, away from the all but naked old man.
The only ones that looked on with apporval were the dark elves.
the nords saw him as a man of chaos. The elves saw him as a man of equality.

the soildiers approached the palace and approached the guards. They exchanged greetings, and one of the gaurds stopped them.
he removed his helmet and stared at the man. There was anger in his eyes.

" so this is him?" he hissed
"Yes we're positive captain" the soildiers who had brought him replyed.
The captain dismissed the soildiers
"we will take him from here" the captin replyed.
with the soildiers gone, the captain took his dagger and hit the prisoner across the head with the back.
The man fell, but remained concisouness.
" Captain trivask!" one of the guards cried " We must deliver him to ulfric in one peace"
Trivask looked at the guard "one peace and bloodied are 2 different things"
The guard backed down, and trivask directed his attention back at the prisoner.
"You wont leave here alive" he spat.
"i begged them to let me be the one to kill you, i thought it would be suiting with the way you murdered my brother.A"
The prisoner refused to meat his gaze, which annoyed the captain a good bit. he drove his foot into the prisoners ribs, forcing him
into a fetal posistion, crying in pain. Trivask went for another kick but a guard grabbed him, forcing him to stop.
"Just take him in" Trivask mumbled to the three nearest guards. They hoisted him to his feat and forced him in

The palace was vast, and fit for a king, boasting a long table garnished with food and many rooms for war planning. The guards dragged the prisoner towards the throne, occupied
by there leader, the leader of the rebellion, ulfric stormcloak. He stared into the prisoners eyes, who showed ulfric the courtesy to meet his eyes. ulfric raised an eyebrow.
"you came back?" he asked. He was surprised such a well known man would present himself to the city and be willing to be turned in.
"Why?" ulfric asked.
"why have you come back" The prisoner looked into ulfrics eyes, nothing but consent in his own.
"You know why i'm here" the prisoner replyed. Without another word, and ember sparked from the 2 finger on his left hand, and he cut the chains holding him.
The guards pulled there swords and were prepared to kill, but the prisoner was quick. He slashed through one with a wip of fire, and took the sword from the dead mans hand.
He wippe around and put the sword through the 2nd guards chest and grabbed the neck of the 3rd guard. The prisoner ripped off the guards helmet and looked into the guards eyes.
"whats is your name?" The prisoner commanded
"W-what" the guard sputtered
"YOUR NAME BOY! YOUR NAME!" The prisoner yelled.
"N-nicolay" the guard said, grasping for air.
"Nicolay" The prisoner repeated
"Why do you fight for the stormcloaks"
Nicolay could barely breath
" I-i want freedom" he answered
The prisoner looked at him, a look of discussed on his face
" Understand Ulfric, tonight, you will have to remember you are responsible of the death of this man, Nicolay. You hold yourself respponsible for his death, for your rash
actions in a power hungry attempt to gain power over Skyrim!"
The prisoner snapped Nicolay's neck, and then he threw him to the floor.

Ulfric stared at him " You returned kouzelník, just so you could tell me to feel responsible for the death of one of my troops at your hands?"
kouzelník stared at Ulfric
"You let your men die and you feel nothing. How can you call yourself a leader?"
Ulfric laughed " Oh you lost boy, if I let the death of everyone of my men haunt me in my sleep, i would be mad. I have let go my thoughts
of remberance, and know they give themselves for a better future."
kouzelník held his gaze with Ulfric. " You wont control skyrim, ulfric"
Ulfric sighed " I know that, but the people dont. They need somthing to fight for. The need a reason to keep going."
kouzelník held his gaze "So you know they will die, but send them to the deaths? Your no king, your a tyrant."
Ulfric pulled his sword " Enough! I wont listen to an old man insult be in my own palace!. Especially you kouzelník. How many years has it been sence you left the stormcloacks? 2? 3?"
"4" kouzelník replied, making no attempt to reach for a sword. " put down the sword Ulfric, you know you can't match my skills with a blade."
Ulfric knew he was right, but held the sword high anyways.
kouzelník sighed " You and your rebell fighters say you fight for freedom, but you can't even find freedom in your own city with the dark elves"
Ulfric Slashed at kouzelník, a desperate attempt to end the insults, but kouzelník simply side stepped and twisted Ulfrics arm behind his back, forcing his arm to drop the blade just as kouzelník
covered Ulfric's mouth so no one would here the desperate screem.
kouzelník put his finger to Ulfrics head "sleep" he said, and as a martinet controls a puppet, the illusion magic from his finger sent Ulfic into a deep sleep. He grabed one on the guards bodies
and pulled it in a room removing the armor from them and putting it on himself. he Removed all the weapons and just took a dagger.

He left the palace and took a quick turn left, down the area if the dark elves, where guards often tormented the inhabitants. It was there he saw trivask harassing one of the citizens
" You Will give All guards who come he all the meed they want, and thats final!" Trivask barked.
" But please captain, that would put me out of business, please captain, I cant do that" the dark elf begged
Trivask laughed "Out of business? Great! The less of you in this city the better.
kouzelník Had heard enough, he walked up to the captain and tapped him on the shoulder
"what do you want gaurd? Cant you see i'm getting us all free me-" but he did'nt finish the sentence, as kouzelník take the stolen dagger and plunged it through trivask's chest
"Go, join your brother now you low life" kouzelník spat
"No, you, how-how did you esca-" but he never finished the sentence, as the dagger was to deep, and it pulled the life out of trivask.
kouzelník pulled the dagger out and looked at the dark elf, a mutual understanding in both there eyes.

kouzelník walked out of the city, unknown by any of the guards, and continued on his way.
the dark elf never questioned what had happened, as all the dark elves would of known who that was. He was a true fighter of freedom, and true speaker of equality
A true son of Skyrim.

Post notes: i thank every one who read for reading, and i promise to try to do more short stories. The mods in the pictures i used are jaysus swords and tribunal robes. they for reading please endorse and subscribe