Anja woke up on the wagon, still a bit dazed from the blow to her head, she groaned as she noticed her bonds on her wrists. She looked to her fellow prisoners, a Stormcloak soldier, a man in rags, and a man dressed rather well. She was returning from her training as an enchanter in Cyrodiil, she was just getting through customs and coming out when she got mixed up in the ambush from the imperials. It was suddenly clear what was happening. She was considered to be an unknown stormcloak, to be a prisoner of war with the others. This matter would be sorted out soon enough. "Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." Ralof said, motioning to the thief. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine till you came along, Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell by now." The thief looked to Anja, "You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." "We're all Brothers and Sisters in binds now, Thief." Ralof replied. "Shut up back there." The soldier driving their wagon said. "What's wrong with him?" The thief said, motioning to Ulfric. "Watch your tongue!" Ralof yelled, "You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king of Skyrim!" Anja then realized what was really happening. They weren't on their way to a POW camp, they were on their way to a beheading. This was the end of the rebellion and they wouldn't try to make sure she belonged before it ended. Anja saw only one chance for her salvation, and it was going to have to be with the people who got her into this mess and caused this confusion. She jumped from her seat onto Ulfric, her size becoming apparent to him immediately as she dragged him from his spot in the carriage out to the ground, "You Stormcloak bastard!" She screamed. Her red-blonde hair fell around them, obscuring the imperial's view of them. "Whoa!" the carriage driver behind them shouted, bringing them to a halt just inches from the two of them struggling. "Get us out of this." Anja whispered into Ulfric's ear, grabbing his gag with her teeth and pulling it loose. He chuckled as he pretended to continue to struggle with her. The carriage driver jumped down with his sword drawn, "Break it up you two, you have an appointment to keep wi-" Anja rolled off Ulfric and he turned to face the Imperial soldier, "Fus!" He shouted, sending the man flying. Anja felt she recognized the word, but had no time to dwell on that. He rolled over and helped himself up while Anja rolled into the forest behind the trees. Ulfric turned to the carriage they had been on only moments before, Ralof now jumping off, scrambling to get out of the way. The Horse thief sprinted into the woods, taking this opportunity to escape. The soldier on their carriage was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, "Fus Ro Dah!" Ulfric shouted, blasting the entirety of the carriage away, the horse being bowled over. The other rebels had hopped off of their carriages respectively and had ran into the woods, hanging out behind the trees. They were waiting for their orders from Ulfric. Ulfric picked up the fallen sword and sawed off his own bonds with it. He wielded it lightly in his hand and ran into the woods to join his soldiers, "All right men! They had the element of surprise before when they captured us, but we have that over them this time! Our numbers are greater! Our spirits are wilder, and they will not keep us down! They will try to press their advantage, but we will not yield!" He shouted, the power of the Thu'um carrying his voice. The Imperials had taken to hiding in the opposite side of the forest. "They will try to hold us here till reinforcements arrive, but we will not suffer them to live that long!" He looked over to Anja and hopped next to her, cutting her bonds, "Care to join us?" Ulfric asked with a chuckle and a wink, "We could use a strong nord woman like yourself." "It's your fault I'm in this mess, Stormcloak, after this, we go our seperate ways." Anja said rubbing her freed wrists. She was only wearing her clothes, a set of college robes enchanted to protect her from the cold, gloves and boots with identical effects, and a hood to increase her magicka and destruction abiities in case any thieves decided attacking her carriage was a wise idea. All of her armor and enchanting equipment was probably taken by the imperials, and would no doubt be used to feed the war effort. She grimaced and poured her hatred and anger into the spell she would be casting, flames sprung up in her hands. She would make the forest burn, damn the Stormcloaks and the Imperials. Her thoughts were interrupted by a roar overhead. Dragon. Dragon? She looked up to the creature flying in the sky, confused. It screamed at her, knocking her over and she tumbled, her spell forgotten and petering out. It circled around and landed before breathing fire and Anja took this chance she was given, running off into the woods and letting them sort things out, never looking back. Soon there was much shouting from Ulfric and the dragon, and Anja could swear, though they had different voices, they were speaking the same language, and she knew the words.