|Runaway With My Heart
Author: AshleighAishwarya PM
Kayleigh Leanne, a Nord, a fighter & a mage, returns to Skyrim after 13 years and she's to deal with Dragons and the Imperials. As she gets closer with dealing her horrid past, maybe a certain Stormcloak might be able to help her with it. A story of strength, trust, commitment, love and family. Main, Daedric, and Stormcloak Quests, and post-Skyrim.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Ulfric S. & Dragonborn/Dovahkiin - Chapters: 105 - Words: 189,929 - Reviews: 491 - Favs: 127 - Follows: 102 - Updated: 10-18-12 - Published: 02-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7869646
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Summary: When Kayleigh Leanne, a Nord, a fighter and a mage, returns to Skyrim after 12 years, she has to deal with Dragons and the Imperials' presence. As she gets closer with dealing her horrid past, maybe a certain Stormcloak might be able to help her with it.
Title: "Runaway With My Heart"
Characters: Ulfric Stormcloak/Kayleigh Leanne
By: Ashleigh Aishwarya! ENJOY! :D
The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim – Ulfric Stormcloak & Kayleigh Leanne – "Runaway With My Heart"
"There's too many, my Jarl!"
"DON'T YOU DARE give in!"
"Leave me be, Imperial!" Ulfric's ears picked up a feminine voice. "I'm not a Stormcloak!"
"Arrest ALL of them!"
"You asked for it, you milkdrinkers!" The dark-haired female wreaked havoc with her iron mace.
There were just too many Imperial soldiers for the Stormcloaks to fight off. Ulfric was getting overpowered… until the female stepped in, pulling two Imperials off him and nearly decapitating them.
She instinctively pulled him up to his feet. "You're alright, my Jarl. It's good to see you again." She winked and got back to protecting herself and the Stormcloaks.
4th of Rain's Hand, 4E 201
She struggled to crack open her eyes. Even that took some work. Her head was throbbing like a drum, probably worse than a drum. However, she felt herself leaning on something soft. With her half-opened eyes, she brought her head up… and realized she had been resting her head on the shoulder of a blonde-haired, gagged man; the same man she helped to protect.
Unable to speak, he grunted.
"Gods, I'm so sorry, Jarl Ulfric." She apologized. She tried to move her hands, but they were bound. "What in Oblivion-?"
"Hey, you." She looked up. "Finally awake?" He was another blonde-haired man, wearing Stormcloak attire. "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial trap, same as us."
"So that's what it was? A trap? Goddamn…" She hung her head.
"Yep. And that thief over there." She looked over to see a brown-haired man.
The thief jeered at them. "Damn you, Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy…" He looked at her. "You. We shouldn't be here! It's these Stormcloaks those Imperials want!"
She faked a laugh. "Why won't they want us as well?"
"Shut up, back there!" The Imperial riding the carriage ordered.
She growled. "Don't tell me what to do, Imperial!" She raised her hands, wanting to hit him, but she was too weak. "Shouldn't have taken out all those Imperials back there…"
"Hey, Feisty. Save your strength for when we reach Helgan." The Stormcloak said.
"No one tells me what to do. Especially a damned Imperial." She hung her head, muttering her words.
An Imperial trap: that was got her... They must have assumed that she was part of the Stormcloaks. Not entirely true: she did want to join them, but she had made the decision to run off to High Rock before that could even happen. Ulfric Stormcloak was the Jarl of Windhelm, and the leader of the Stormcloak Rebellion. As far as she was concerned, he was doing the right thing.
"Where are they taking us?" That thief was getting on her nerves.
"I don't know… but Sovngarde awaits…" Ralof, the Stormcloak, muttered.
It wasn't long before they descended upon Helgan. Pretty place, if you minus the chopping block. She wasn't afraid of death, having had it in front of her many times. The thief was praying for the Divines to help them. Ulfric Stormcloak, well, he couldn't say much.
"Let's go, Feisty. Shouldn't keep the guards waiting now." Ralof said.
The Imperial Captain ordered for everyone to step forward when their names were called. The thief was Lokir, from Rorikstead, who was still crying for his innocence. She calculated how long it would take before he would try to make the escape. To her surprise, not very long. An Imperial archer got him in the back with an arrow. "Well, at last he died trying." She mumbled to herself.
"Wait. You." She was taken away from her thoughts. "Step forward."
She did just that. "What?"
"Who… are you?" The Imperial Guard questioned.
She sighed. "Kayleigh Leanne." She stated. "Of Skyrim." She stated proudly, this time. She preferred not to give her last name, for other purposes.
He jotted that down on his notebook. "Hmph. You picked a wrong time to come home, kinsman." He asked his superior on what to do with her, to which the Captain didn't care, and simply said that she would do to the block as well. "I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your home."
"When have you Imperials ever been sorry?" Kayleigh Leanne questioned. "Whatever." She joined the rest of the Stormcloaks.
The General, Tullius was his name, was speaking to Ulfric, telling him on how some at Helgan called him hero. But to General Tullius? A hero don't 'use the power of the Voice to murder the High King and usurp his throne'. "You started this war and plunged Skyrim in chaos! And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore peace!"
Kayleigh faked a short laugh to herself. "Peace? DON'T make me laugh!"
A distant roar rang into the air.
What was that? Kayleigh wondered, as did some others, but the General dismissed it.
A Priestess was giving them their last rites, but a Stormcloak interrupted her and wanted to get this over with. Kayleigh was impressed with his bravery – not afraid to face death. Talos be with you.
"Next! The Nord in the rags!" The Captain ordered.
Kayleigh was about to step forward when that distant roar rang in the air again, but the Captain dismissed it, and ordered her to the block. Kayleigh got onto her knees and placed her head on the blood-stained block. "C'mon! Hurry up!" Kayleigh ordered.
The headsman scoffed, and lifted his axe. He was about to bring it down on Kayleigh when that roar echoed in the air again, this time, it was very close. Kayleigh got a glimpse of something black flying.
The roar became very loud. Suddenly, a black figure landed on the tower behind the headsman.
"WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT?"
"OH GODS, NO!"
"OH MY-" Kayleigh staggered back, her head out of the chopping block. She was about to get up when the Dragon roared and that caused the blue skies to turn a dark shade of purple and flaming rocks fell upon Helgan. The Dragon shouted – not roared, but more like shouted and a devastating force pushed everyone back. Kayleigh's vision became blurry and she tried to blink it away.
"Hey, Feisty!" She recognized that voice. It was Ralof, wasn't it? Her vision finally cleared and she looked up. "C'mon! Let's go! The Gods won't give us another chance!"
She managed to get to her feet. "Lead the way!"
Ralof led her past some injured Imperials guards and into a tower. She was about to step in when the Dragon's shout cause the ground to shake. Instead of running into the tower, she was thrown into it. Ralof managed to keep his footing. He closed the door of the tower.
Kayleigh landed face-first onto the ground. "Son of a-" She grunted.
"You alright?" She felt someone lifting her up gently onto her knees. She looked up to see the same blonde man from the carriage – Ulfric Stormcloak.
"Yes, thank you."
"Jarl Ulfric!" Ralof called out. "What was that thing? Could the legends to true?"
Ulfric looked at him. "Legends don't burn down villages, but we need to move. Now!" He looked at Kayleigh. "Here: Let me cut these loose for you." He took her hands, and took out an Iron Dagger from his holster and cut the bindings loose with one swipe. "There we go." He then lifted her up onto her feet.
"Thank you, Jarl Ulfric." She massaged her wrists.
"Come one! Up the stairs!" Ralof ordered.
Ulfric and Kayleigh followed him up the stairs, They were about to run up the next flight when the stone wall suddenly broke it, and that same black Dragon popped his head in.
"GET DOWN!" Ulfric ordered.
"Yol… Toor Shul!" It said, and breathed fire, but luckily for the 3 of them, it missed and the Dragon flew off.
Ralof looked out the hole on the wall just made by the Dragon. "Hey, Feisty, see that Inn over there? Jump through the roof and keep going!"
She looked at them. "What about the both of you?"
"Just go! We'll follow when we can!" Ulfric ordered.
She did just that. "Talos guide you, gentlemen." And she made the leap of hope.
A/N: REWRITE! Though... not much, but I like this better :)