Skyrim Chronicles - Part Three - The Block
Chapter Three - The Block There are moments in life that seem too overwhelming to comprehend, particularly as they are happening. When I walked to the chopping block, my chest pounding and my eyes unblinking, I realized just how much that statement could be understated. I heard the crunch of snow underfoot, now pondering the weight that it would be the last time that I would hear such a simple sound. My head was still spinning, I did not even hear the captain yell again or somber words of Hadvar saying: “To the block, Prisoner. Nice and easy.” I walked to the block slowly, my legs felt numb. Turning my head, my eyes fell upon the man who would soon end my life. A big and burly brute -- even for a Nord -- his head was concealed behind a dirty black hood. He had arms like trunks of cedar and stood grim and quiet as a shadow. In his hands he held a rusty axe, coated in dripping blood. I looked up into the misty morning sky and a question lingered at the edge of my mind. ...
