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The Amazon	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 9377 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the license to Skyrim. I am not making any money or profit from this. This story is strictly for fun and fantasy only.

Chapter List
- 1-Introduction
- 2-Escape from Helgen
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The rickety wagon rocks from side to side as it’s being pulled by an even rickety looking horse, along the cobblestone road through the Gerril Mountains on its way to Helgen. Eve looks looks over at the young imperial soldier riding behind the wagon on horseback. She smirks to herself as she notices him still nursing the broken nose she gave him earlier that day. When him and a patrol of soldiers tried to attack her at her campsite. As she looks around at the remaining soldiers left from their little tussle in the woods, she remembers how they accused her of being a forsworn because of her clothing. She remembers the look of satisfaction on their faces, when they thought they had the upper hand on her. Then she remembers the look of surprise on their faces, as unleashed a series of hand to hand techniques that none of them had seen before. She remembers beating them up with nothing but her hands and legs, disarming a few by breaking their arms. She remembers grabbing her weapons as those still able to, got up. She smiles to herself as she remembers the look of frustration as dozens of highly trained soldiers, in armor are getting their asses kicked by one woman, clothed in nothing more than animal hides. She remembers a great morning workout, as she cut down over thirty of their troops. Her sword slick with blood, her trusty chakram singing through the armor cutting through imperial soldier flesh like butter.

Then she looks straight ahead and sees a young, broad shouldered man, with blonde hair and beard. Who looks at her with a polite look in his blue eyes, as he looks at her beautiful face, with the facial features of a Nord, but with lightly reddish tanned skin, full, soft, pouting lips, a small nose that compliments her beauty, high cheekbones and a pair of almond shaped, ocean blue eyes. A truly beautiful sight to behold, framed by long, flowing, dark brown hair. The sight of the man brings up the memory of group of men getting in her way, as they charged head long into battle. Turning a simple fight into total chaos, and the man sitting in front of her getting in her way, forcing her to stop the throw of her chakram, to avoid splitting his head in two as he howled and charged an enemy soldier with the biggest and crudest warhammer she’d ever seen. Then she remembers getting hit on the back of the head, in her moment of hesitation. Which is why she’s here tied up, wearing a set of rags, instead of the traditional Amazon attire she had on, her weapons and shield gone, heading to gods know where with these idiots.

“You, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, same as us. Walked right into that imperial ambush.” The Man said.

“Actually I was grilling up some fish I caught for breakfast at my camp, when they attacked me out of nowhere. Accused me of being a forsworn, whatever that is.” Eve said, with an accent that none of them had heard before, sounding a little angry at the situation.

“Damn you stormcloaks. If it hadn’t been for you I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell by now!” The thief said, to the blonde man. Then he looks over at Eve.

“You there. We shouldn’t be here. It’s these stormcloaks the empire wants.” He said.

“We? There’s no we in this predicament little man. You’re a horse thief. I was just minding my own business, not harming anyone except for a few bandits a day ago.” Eve said, “I’m not even from here.”

“Wait, I know you’re not one of them but clearly you must be from Skyrim, or least have ancestors from here. I mean you look like a Nord.” The thief said.

“Well I’m not. And if hadn’t been for you morons I would’ve beaten them, and be on my way to completing my pilgrimage.” Eve said, glaring in anger at two men. Who took the hint and decided leave her alone.

“What’s wrong with him?” The thief said, about the man to her right with a piece of cloth over his mouth.

“Watch your tongue, you’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak the future High King!” The blonde man said in an angry voice.

“Jarl Ulfric the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you.” The thief said, Eve noticed his voice filling up with panic. “Oh gods where are they taking us?” he said, his voice trembling with fear.

“I don’t know where we’re going but Soverngard awaits.” The Stormcloak soldier said, his face sounding sad but brave. Obviously having accepted his fate from the moment he was caught.

“This can’t be happening, this isn’t happening.” The thief said, his fearful pleas becoming annoying to Eve.

“What village are you from thief?” The soldier said, his voice calm but sorrowful.

“Why do you care?” the thief said.

“A nord's last thoughts should be of home.” The soldier said.

“Rorikstead. I’m from Rorikstead.” The thief said.

“And you if you don’t mind me asking?” the soldier said to Eve.

“My village doesn’t have a name, but my mind and heart is on my family and all my Amazon sisters back home.” Eve said. “I pray to the Goddesses that this isn’t the end of the line, but if it is then my soul is prepared for the after life.” Eve said.

“Goddesses?” The soldier said.

“Kyne, Dibella and Mara.” Eve said.

“Aye.” He said, in an understanding voice. Eve's opinion of the man beginning to change, and suddenly she finds herself wishing she could’ve had the chance to get to know him more.
Eve remains as calm as possible knowing that she’s probably going to be executed, in a foreign land for crimes she didn’t commit. The soldier points out the military governor and leader of the imperial army in Skyrim, General Tullius and the Thalmor. All names of people and things that are completely unknown to Eve. She listens to him go on about the town they are in Helgen, and the various things he remembered about the place.
Obviously focusing his mind on happier times, to keep his mind off the current situation. Then the wagon comes to a stop, next to another one loaded with more stormcloaks.

“Why are we stopping?” The thief said, his voice growing more panicked.

“Why do you think. End of the line.” The soldier said, still sounding as calm as ever with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Come on, we shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.” The soldier said, his steely resolve somehow reassure the young Amazonian that everything is going to be okay.
One by one they step out of the wagon, and line up two by two under the command of the grouchy imperial captain. Who Eve wanted to punch every time she spoke.

“Step forward when we call your name!” The Captain said, sounding like she woken up with really bad hangover.

The first to be called was Ulfric Stormcloak, then Ralof the only stormcloak soldier Eve cared about. Then Lokir from Rorikstead, who stupidly tried to run with an entire legion of soldiers around him. Which predictably ended with him being shot in the back by an imperial archer.

Eve is next, and she stands here ground as the young imperial soldier with a broken nose looks at.

“You there, what’s your name, where are you from?” He said, while hold of checklist of names.

“Eve, from the Amazon Nation.” She said, with pride.

“Amazon Nation? Never heard of it.” The Captain said, sounding more annoyed than anything else.

“You will, as the Goddess Kyne as my witness you all will by the end of today.” Eve said, while staring down the imperial soldier in the polished armor of her rank.

“Captain, what should we do? She’s not on the list.” The lower ranking soldier said.

“Forget the list. She goes to the block.” The captain in response to Eve's threats.

“By your orders Captain.” Her subordinate said without hesitation. Him sounding satisfied to see her sent to the headsman, for the damages to his pride.

“Not so cocky now are you, Amazon bitch!” The captain, as she walks ahead of Eve as she heads over and stops amongst the rest of the prisoners. The captain continues on and stops next to the executioner.

Eve watches as General Tullius steps up to a bound and gaged Ulfric Stormcloak, and starts preaching to the man about paying for his crimes against the empire, and for killing the High King of Skyrim. Tullius' speech is suddenly cut short by a loud roar that echoes throughout the skies. Everyone, including Eve look up in confusion about the strange sound.

Then Tullius brushes it off, and orders his men to proceed with the execution. Then a priestess steps forward and starts praying for souls of all those about to die. Prayers that are suddenly interrupted by a red headed stormcloak soldier who fearlessly walks up to the headsman's block. Eve has to admire his bravery as she watches him willingly kneel down and lay his down on the block. Then she watches as the executioner raises his axe, and brings it down on the back of the man’s neck.
Severing his head clean off with one chop, as his head rolls into a bucket and his twitching, lifeless body rolls to the side, spilling blood onto the ground. Ralof lowers his head in sorrow, and compliments his fallen comrade for accepting his fate like a true Nord.

“Next the whore of the Amazon Nation!” The Captain said.
Eve narrows her eyes at the soldier as she starts walking towards the block.

“You better pray to whatever gods you believe in that I don’t get out of this.” Eve said, as she stops at the block.

“Yeah, yeah. Get down there!” The Captain said, as she puts her boot against Eve's back and pushes her down onto her knees.
The Captain uses her foot to force Eve's head down onto the block. That’s still wet with the previous man’s blood, that sticks to the skin of her cheek. Eve is looking the headsman directly in the eye, as he raises the axe above his masked head. Then just as Eve starts seeing her life flash before her eyes, a big, black figure of dragon flies over head and lands on the tower directly behind him. Eve can’t believe her eyes, as the beast opens its mouth and let’s out an ear piercing sound that sends her and headsman flying across the street. The headsman’s body flies passed her, and bounces like a ragdoll as he slams into the stone wall behind her, while she tumbles across the ground. Scraping up her bare knees on the rocky soil beneath her, as she slides to a halt beside the wagon she came in on. That suddenly explodes as a ball of fire crashes into it, sending bits of burning wood flying into the air. That’s when Eve spots the gleaming metal of her chakram rolling towards her on its side, from the smoldering remains of the wagon.

As the sky turns into a swirling mass of orange and black clouds, and fire rains down around her. Eve grabs the circular weapon in her hand, and slices the ropes holding her hands, with one movement of her wrist. Then she spots Ralof, who crouched down to the ground, yelling her name.

“Eve, Eve! Come on the gods won’t give us another chance!” He said, as he helps her up.

“This way!” He said, as he points at a tower where Ulfric and the remaining stormcloaks are taking cover.

“Get moving!” Ulfric yells out, while waving his hands. Eve and Ralof both make a beeline for the tower. Both of them narrowly avoiding being crushed by falling fireballs and debris as the town is demolished to smoldering ruins around them. As soon as they pass the threshold, Ulfric slams the door behind them. All around outside they hear the seemingly never ending crash of rumble, and the screams of those caught in the middle of a rain of fire.

“Jarl Ulfric could the legends be true!?” Ralof said, as him and Eve catch their breath.

“Legends down burn down villages.” Ulfric said. He looks around while the apocalypse still roars outside, realizing that the tower isn’t going to hold forever he looks at Ralof.

“We need to move now!” Ulfric said.

“Right!” Ralof said, as he looks at the remaining soldiers and sees that they’re too badly injured to move, so he looks at Eve.
“Come we got get up this tower!” He said.

“I’m with you!” She said. The two of them start making their up the steps of the tower, and see two other stormcloak soldiers trying to clear some rumble. Eve and Ralof are near the top of the stairs, when the wall breaks apart, with the massive head of the dragon bursting through. Eve and Ralof nearly jump all the way back down, as the entire upper level is engulfed in a wall of searing hot flames. Even can hear the screams of the two men, as they’re cooked alive in the blaze. The sickening sweet smell of burning flesh fills the air, as the dragon flies away.

“Gods!” Ralof curses, at the sounds and smells of his brothers in arms dying in such a horrible way.
He fights back the tears and anger, while Eve and him start heading back up. Ignoring the haunting sight of the charred remains of the men, they look out through the massive hole left by the dragon. For the first time they get a bird’s eye view of the burning, destroyed town of Helgen.

“Look!” Ralof said, as he points at the hole in the ceiling of the destroyed tavern directly across from them.

“Get a running start and jump to other side! I’ll follow when I can!” Ralof said.
Eve is still holding on to her chakram, as she takes a step back and then sprints for the edge. Using the momentum and the power of her leg, she jumps. Her stomach churning as she soars through the air, straight for the other building. She tucks and rolls as soon as she lands on the other side, she springs back to her feet and looks back at the tower. Not able to see Ralof from where she’s at, she turns and runs through the tavern's attic. Thanks to her acrobatic and parkour training she’s able to make her way to the ground level in no trouble. Once outside she finds the imperial soldier she beat up, along with an old warrior in iron armor taking cover by a burning house.

“Get over here boy!” She hears the old man saying. Eve looks towards the street and sees a small boy kneeling next to his wounded father. Who’s begging his son to run for safety, while telling him to be brave. As the scene causes a lump to form in her throat, she moves into action.

“Pathetic cowards! You imperial soldier, grab the boy! I’ll grab the father!” She said.
Eve quickly runs out into the street, as the dragon flies over head. She grabs him by the arm, she pulls him up and hauls him up over her shoulders, as the soldier grabs the boy. They run back behind the house, just as the dragon lands and sprays the ground where the man had been with its fiery breath. Eve sets the man on the ground, the boy runs into his father’s arm as she looks at his wound. Seeing that it’s just a broken leg, she looks at him and says.

“You’re going to be fine.” She said.

“Thank you, whoever you are. You’re a blessing from the gods themselves.” He said.

“I just reacted quickly is all.” Eve said.

“Thank you for saving my Dad.” The boy said, while looking at her with teary eyes.

“You’re welcome.” She said.

“You old man, help them get out of here!” Eve said, “I’m going to see if anyone else needs help!”

“Of course! Gods guide you lass!” The old warrior said.
“I’ve got to find General Tullius and join the defense!” The soldier said.

“Whatever, just don’t get in my way!” Eve said, as she turns and starts running towards the alley across the street. Trying to avoid detection of the dragon, as it flies by. She sees archers hopelessly, pointlessly wasting arrows on the beast on the remaining walls of the town.

“They should be focusing on evacuating the survivors not shooting the damn thing!” She said, as her and the soldier make it to the alley.

Eve quickly looks up and sees the dragon take out the soldiers on the top of the wall above, by landing on top of them. Crushing them under its enormous weight.

“Stay close to the wall!” She said, as presses her back up against the wall. Just as the dragon showers two imperial soldiers in roaring breath of fire. As soon as the dragon flies off, she makes a run for. Leaving the soldier in the dust, not giving a second thought about his life, while wondering what happened to Ralof. Hoping that he’s alright, as she runs through the ruined structures, and out onto the main street. Where she sees even more imperial soldiers wasting arrows and magic trying to bring the beast down, with Tullius himself giving orders on killing it, and scolding his troops for not being able to kill something straight out folklore. To make matters worse, they have the city gates closed. Trapping the civilians inside the burning death trap of a city.

Eve hears the imperial soldier calling out her name, as he catches up with her. They get out to a courtyard, where they meet up with Ralof. Who’s now armed with a one handed iron axe. The two of them seem like they’re about to have a duel right there, but instead they curse each other and part ways. Eve decides to stick with Ralof as he runs into the keep.

“Hadvar, my childhood friend. Now my sworn enemy.” Ralof said, as they enter the relatively quiet keep and seal the door behind them.

“The unfortunate consequences of a civil war I guess.” Eve said.

“No doubt. Looks like we’re the only ones who made it.” Ralof said. Who runs towards the body of another fallen brother.

“We’ll meet again in Soverngard, brother.” Ralof said, as closes the man’s eyes with the palm of his hand.

“You’d better take his armor and weapon. He won’t be needing it anymore.” Ralof said.

“With all due respect Ralof. I’m not wearing the armor of a stormcloak.” Eve said, as she removes the gunnysack she had been wearing.

Ralof's jaw drops as she drops the covering, shamelessly revealing her beautiful naked backside to him. Ralof takes the opportunity to admire her lean, shapely, tanned, muscular body, long, smooth, shapely, beefy thighs, tone calves, round hips, perfectly round, firm, buttocks, slim waist, broad, feminine shoulders, and toned, muscular arms. Then she turns around revealing the most perfect example of feminine athleticism, with perfect looking, large, round, full breasts, tanned areolas about the size of coins, a flat, muscled stomach, framed by a slim waist, then he spots something that confuses and shocks him enough to make him forget the fact that a dragon threatens to bring keep down on top of the. Instead of a vagina, he sees the biggest cock and pair of balls he’s ever seen. Even in its current flaccid state, it’s still bigger than his own.

“By the gods woman. I don’t think that’s normal.” He said. Eve looks down at her Amazonian equipment, and looks back up at him.

“Maybe not over here, but it’s more than normal where I’m from.” Eve said, “look as much as I’d like to stand here and talk about this. We need to get moving before the dragon brings the entire building down on top of us.” She said, as she picks up the dead stormcloak's single handed war axe. With an axe one hand and her chakram in the other she looks at Ralof and says.
“Shall we?”

“Right.” He said. As the two of them hear foot steps and voices coming from sealed hallway.

“It’s that bitch captain, and another soldier.” Eve said, “she’s mine.”

Eve quietly moves to the side of the entryway, as Ralof moves to the opposite side.

“You’re going to fight naked?” Ralof whispered.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” She whispered back.

They both become as silent as mice, as they hear the gate on the entryway opening. Eve gets ready to pounce as she waits to see gleam of the Captain’s armor. But the captain proves to be too cautious, and orders her subordinate to enter first, coldly using him as cannon fodder for anything that might be lying in wait for them. Ralof springs into action as the younger imperial soldier walks in, who catches the shaft of Ralof’s axe with edge of his imperial sword, and then parries to the side. The imperial captain tries moving in behind Ralof, as the two men duel each other. The Captain’s helmet creates blindspots, that Eve takes advantage of as she sneaks up behind the captain.

“Death to the stormcloaks!” The Captain said, as she raises her sword. Allowing Eve to swing her axe at the Captain’s unprotected armpit, chopping through the imperial woman’s muscles, tendons, and even an artery judging by the amount of blood pouring out of the wound. Eve follows through on her attack, by slicing the exposed area behind the Captain’s knee with the edge of her chakram, severing the tendons and ligaments, and dropping the Captain to the ground in a pool of her own blood. Ralof parries his opponent's sword with the hooked part under the head of his axe, then grabs the soldier’s dagger from his belt while parrying the attack. As Eve stands over the captain who’s still alive, but not for long as she continues bleeding out in the middle of the dimly lit room.

“I told you should’ve prayed that I wouldn’t get free.” Eve said, as she stands over the dying soldier with blood dripping from the head of her axe.

Ralof blocks his opponent’s sword with the of the axe head, and then parries to make an opening in the soldier’s defenses, that takes advantage of by stabbing the imperial in the throat with his own dagger.

As she starts coughing up blood, the Captain looks up at Eve with fear in her dying eyes. She tries to speak but the only thing that comes out is more blood. Then Eve raises her weapon and drives the axe down on the Captain’s head, which cleaves through the helmet and into the imperial woman’s skull. The woman's body goes into convulsions, and highly oxygenated blood gushes from her head wound and onto Eve's legs. Eve pulls the axe blade from her opponent’s gushing head, and begins looting the dead soldier for anything useful. While Ralof does the same thing to the soldier he had just killed.

“Maybe one of these soldiers has a key to that door, because there’s no doubt that it’s locked.” Ralof said, as he rummages through the corpse's pockets.

While Eve takes the dead captain’s belt that holds the sword's scabbard, and a dagger. She also takes the captain’s sword, bow and quiver loaded with fifteen iron arrows. Eve straps the belt around her waist and tightens it until it’s tight enough to rest on the top of her hips without sliding off, then she slides the sword into the scabbard. Then she picks up the quiver and slings over her head and shoulder, and hangs the bow on the opposite shoulder. Eve hangs her chakram on the cross guard of the dagger on the opposite side from her right hip, where the sword is. Then she kneels down and looks through the Captain’s pockets, and finds a key.

“Let’s hope this is it.” Eve said, as she goes to the door and is pleasantly surprised to see that it unlocks the door.

“Alright, let’s get out of here that dragon brings the whole down around our heads.” Ralof said. The two survivors leave the area, and head down a flight of stairs.

They turn a corner at the bottom, where they see a few more stormcloaks at the far end of long hallway. Ralof calls out to them, and is headed towards them. When Eve sees the ceiling giving away, she quickly grabs Ralof’s arm and pulls him back, just as a falling wall of rumble and dust come crashing down and blocks the path.

“Whoa that was close, thank you. That dragon doesn’t give up easy.” Ralof said, as he looks at the blocked hallway.

“Come, hopefully we can go this way.” Eve said, as she pushes through a side door. Where she finds two more imperial soldiers, one in heavy armor and the other leather armor.

Eve draws the sword and holds the axe in her left hand, standing her ground as the one in heavy armor moves in on her first. Seeing that they’re both on the defensive and there’s no time to duel it out, the soldier makes the first move. Going for a thrust, which Eve blocks and parries with her sword, and steps to the side trying to get around behind her opponent. Only to be met by the second soldier, who goes for blind charge with his sword raised over his head, like an amateur. Allowing Eve to block with her sword, while swinging her axe low and chopping through his side, passed his ribs and into his lung, as he chokes on his own blood Eve finishes him off by stabbing him in the face with her sword. The heavily armored soldier is quickly flanked by Ralof, as he tries to attack Eve's back. He’s able to defend himself from Ralof’s axe, but not the dagger that Ralof thrust into the side of his skull.

“Are you done yet?” Eve said, while standing there with one hand on her hip.

“Ha, just about.” He said. Ralof looks around at the room they’re in and says.

“A store room, maybe there’s some useful potions lying around.” Ralof said.

Eve walks over to a barrel and pulls off the lid. Ralof goes over to a nearby table, he grabs an empty sack and starts throwing pieces of bread, cheese, a health potion. He looks back over his shoulder at Eve, who’s busy grabbing potion bottles. Ralof welcomes the opportunity to admire her body again.

“So all the women of your Nation are like you?” Ralof said, as finished grabbing what he could and turns and leans back against the table.

“What do you mean by like you?” Eve said, as she turns around and starts walking towards Ralof while holding a few health and stamina potions in free hand.

“I mean strong, brave, capable warriors with the beauty of Dibella herself, and cocks big enough to make a horse blush.” Ralof said, bluntly.

“As a matter of fact yes.” Eve said.

“Oh… well I’d hate be a part of the army that tries to go to war against your people. Because they would no doubt be defeated and turned into sex slaves in seconds.” Ralof joked.

“Ha, we don’t have sex slaves. However, we do like to temporarily dominate a defeated opponent. Unless we have to kill them of course. Like in this case.” Eve said.

“So if you had the option, you would’ve had your way with that captain after besting her.” Ralof said.

“Yes, under different circumstances and if defeating her without killing her were possible. Then yes, I would’ve had my way with her. Afterwards, I’d give her three choices life, death, or submission.” She said.

“Submission, so you do take sex slaves.” Ralof said.

“No, because the act of being dominated by an Amazon can be so pleasant that one submits under their own free will.” Eve explained, with a proud smirk on her face.

“Huh, so would it be pleasant for that captain?” Ralof said.

“No, after the way she insulted the Amazon Nation. Dominating her would definitely be more pleasing for me but not her.” Eve said. “After which if she was able to she would choose life or death, because she wouldn’t want to submit to me.”

“And this is a common practice among your people, even with yourselves.” Ralof said.

“Well it’s different amongst our own kind. We’re always dueling, and sparring with each other, either for trying to perfect our skills, or for sport. Each Amazon is bonded by a sacred sisterhood. So when an Amazon is defeated in duel, the option of death is not included in the choices, and submission is usually temporary, unless a stronger bond is formed during submission. Then the Dom and Sub can choose to remain together for as long as they choose as long as they're from separate clans, a lot of times resulting in the two becoming life long lovers.” Eve said, “this practice is also sometimes applied to solving disputes, before they turn into major problems.”

“So the Amazon Nation solves disputes through friendly competition and show of dominance and submission through sex?” Ralof said.

“Yes, this way we never lose our love for one another.” Eve said.

“Ha, imagine how this civil war would end if we had the same practices?” Ralof said. “It would definitely make battles seem much more inviting.”

“That would be interesting to see.” Eve said, with a grin and a wink.

“So there’s never been a duel to the death?” Ralof said.

“No there has, but it’s rare and usually only happens when an Amazon challenges the Queen for her position. Even then, the Amazon must show just cause before she can challenge the Queen. Since the Queen is chosen by the council, there is rarely ever a reason for an Amazon to challenge her Queen.” Eve said. “You know we should probably get moving, before more imperials show up.”

“Right.” Ralof said.

Eve and Ralof go through a wooden door that leads to another flight of stairs, that leads down into a torture chamber. Eve is revolted by the stench of old blood stains, and rotting bodies as they enter the torture chamber. Where her and Ralof see some stormcloaks fighting a few imperial soldiers, one of which is using destruction spells. Which is proving to be hurting the stormcloaks. With the lack of a shield to protect herself from the fire magic the soldier is using. Eve chooses to keep her distance while attacking. Ralof sees her remove the strange looking circular weapon from her belt, and throw hard across the room. He watches as it sings through the air, bouncing off the walls and continuing on its path. It seems to almost have a mind of its own, as it slices clean through imperial soldiers, without leaving a scratch on any of the stormcloaks. Then Ralof watches it come back to Eve, who catches it in her hand, and hooks it back over the dagger on the belt while it’s still dripping wet with blood.

“Impressive, I was wondering what that thing was for.” Ralof said.

“My chakram. The signature weapon of my tribe.” Eve said.

“You and your people are just full of surprises.” Ralof said, then heads towards his fellow stormcloaks to talk to them.

Meanwhile Eve is looking through what looks like an armory, where she finds an iron round shield. She drops the axe and picks up the shield, it seems a bit smaller than what she’s used to, but it’ll serve its purpose. Providing much better means of protecting herself, in her current state of being completely naked. Something that two male and one female stormcloaks take notice of. All three of them staring at her and the obvious appendage dangling from between her legs, while Ralof is trying to talk to them. While Eve remains completely unfazed by her nudity or the fact that people are staring at her.

After looting a corpse of his gold, and a few more health potions from a knapsack. Eve is off heading down a narrow hallway with Ralof and the other stormcloaks. The hallway leads to a small room with various types of cages holding human skeletons, and one dead body with no signs of decomposition yet. Judging by the signs of torture, and malnourishment Eve could tell that the man starved to death. The room also had a broken down wall that leads into a cave system. That the imperials have been using to get rid of bodies. Eve couldn’t understand the amount of cruelty that these imperials are willing to inflict on people. She understood the need to interrogate a prisoner of war, but the Amazon methods of interrogation is much different and more humane. Plus if they had to kill a prisoner of war, it would be done quickly and with as little pain as possible, they wouldn’t lock them in a cage until they starved to death. The sight of such atrocities angered Eve, but she didn’t let it cloud her judgement as her and stormcloaks ran through the opening in the wall, and into the cave.

The tunnel led to an area that the imperials turned into a walkway, where some more imperial soldiers are waiting. Eve draws her sword and let’s out a loud, high pitched battle cry unlike anything any of them had heard before. Eve and the remaining stormcloaks charge into battle, the others start heading across the stone walkway, while Eve takes the steps to face the officer. The sight of the naked Amazonian, who keeps making that strange high pitched battle cry, is enough to frighten the less experienced soldiers, but their commanding officer. Who runs towards Eve with a sword drawn, thinking that her lack of armor should make her an easy target. Eve realizes that the sword looks different from the other swords used by imperial soldiers. She recognizes the gleaming steel leaf blade, and bronze decorative guard and pommel. Eve raises her shield as the soldier swings the sword. The moment the blade comes in contact with the shield, Eve quickly brings her shield back down hard across his face. As the soldier stumbles back slightly stunned from the blow, Eve gives him a full strength back swing, nearly splitting the side of his head open with metal ring on the outer edge of the shield. Eve doesn’t hesitate to chop off the man’s sword arm at the elbow. She drops the bloody imperial sword shortsword she’s been using, picks up her own Amazon leaf blade arming sword that she brought with her from her homeland.

“This is mine.” She said, to the wounded imperial officer who’s on his knees holding his bloody stump with his other hand, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

He looks up at Eve's angelic face decorated with drops of blood from all of his fellow imperial troops that she’s killed today. With her perfect shapely body on full display, also dotted with drops of blood. Some that mixes together with her sweat from the excitement of the day, giving her body a wet, blood colored shine. The soldier couldn’t help but terrified and aroused at the same time, he could feel his hard on pressing against the inside of his underwear. He glances down at feels ashamed to realize that even hard, he couldn’t compete with her size, that’s currently still soft. He watches as Eve lunges forward, not having time to scream as she drives the entire length of her sword through his eye and out the back of his head.

Ralof gets his hands on a longbow and some arrows from a dead imperial soldier, he sticks to the rear to cover the others has they advance on the rest of the Imperials. One stormcloak soldier armed with an iron greatsword, uses the weapon’s length to stay out reach of an imperial's shorter blade, as he slashes the soldier’s throat. He chops off another’s legs, and then beheads the soldier with a single blow. While a female stormcloak with an axe and shield. Moves in to protect her comrades flank, blocking a sword strike with her shield, and then burying the head of her axe in the man’s chest. Ralof takes quick aim at imperial going for woman, and puts arrow in his side, which goes through the soldier’s leather cuirass and deep into his lung. Suddenly three imperials armed with bows run in from second hallway. One fires an arrow at the female stormcloak, who blocks it her shield. The other fires an arrow at the stormcloak with the greatsword, which gets hung up on the man’s thick padded gambison and stops before it can do any damage.

Ralof takes out one before he fire a second shot. Eve runs towards a stone pillar holding up the cave ceiling. She jumps and kicks off it, then kicks off a nearby by wooden railing, the back off the pillar. She flips over and over the railing and lands with cat like grace behind one of the archers. Before the archer can turn and shoot her, she kicks the bow out his hand, then follows through with the other leg with back spin kick to the soldier’s head, knocking him to the ground. The second archer turns around and aims at Eve, who raises her shield just as he let’s the arrow loose. The arrow bounces off the boss (metal center piece of the shield), Eve keeps her shield up, advancing forward as the soldier quickly knocks another arrow and fires that gets stuck in the wood of the shield. Before he knock a third arrow, Ralof puts an arrow in his neck, while the stormcloak behind the imperial soldier takes a powerful swing to the soldier’s torso and chops the man in half. Eve quickly spins around as she hears another imperial soldier yelling as he charges in with his sword drawn. Eve quickly steps to the side, while parrying the soldier’s sword strike with her shield. See that he has no shield and he’s left his entire left flank completely open, she slashes sideways with her sword and splits his side and belly open. Causing his intestines and stomach to come spilling out onto the ground at his feet. The painful mortal wound takes all the fight out of soldier, and he drops to the ground. While he tries to stuff his insides back into his body, Eve walks and ends his misery by driving the blade of her sword into his heart, killing him almost instantly. She pulls the blade free from the dead soldier’s chest, and looks over at Ralof and his comrades.

“You two get moving. We’ll stay here and keep a look out for Ulfric.” The female stormcloak said, as she slides the handle of her axe under her belt. “Talos guide the both of you.”

“And may Kyne protect the both of you.” Eve said, to the soldiers who fought by their side. They exchange handshakes, and then part ways.

Eve and Ralof head down a wooden bridge, just before a chunk of falling debris that the dragon who’s still reeking havoc outside, knocked down onto the bridge and destroyed. Cutting off their route out retreat. Seeing no other option but forward, they continue on. Getting a drink of water from the stream of water flowing through the cave, before going onward. They fight their way through a few spiders, sneak passed a sleeping bear. Then head on ahead until they see light at the end of the tunnel, and hopefully the end of this horrific, bloody ordeal. Both of them feeling overwhelming relieved as they run towards the light, and step out into the warm sunlight that reveals a vast, and stunning view of a forest, a sparkling lake, and towering snow covered mountains. That takes Eve’s breath away, and reassures her that everything is going to be okay.
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There's more to come very soon. Thank you for reading my story. I've updated the first chapter and this one a bit. To help make the Amazons seem like a more diverse and different race than those known in elder scrolls series. I've recently updated the first chapter again, so if you want. You can go back and read it. I'm sorry for the constant updates, but new ideas about the Amazons in this story and setting keep coming to mind.
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