Sister,
I've been given a nights reprieve in Whiterun, so I will do my best to assemble my story in a more adequate manner.
Upon being shackled, I was told of the nature of our imprisonment: It was to be short lived, just as we. They were taking us to be executed in a tiny border town. In the town, they filed us one by one, criminal and non-criminal alike to be beheaded. It was here that fate looked upon me kindly.
Every luscious memory of home ran through my mind; the burning sun beating down us as we grew together, as cubs but soon skooma runners. I heard a rough butchering of my name called, and stepped towards the officer in charge.
She was a husky woman with a voice deeper than Zhargo, and choked off some crime that I had undoubtedly been accused, tried, and convicted of. I was forced down by the blunt of the blade, and as a last treat, the hot rays of sun penetrated the frost-riddled air one last time, before Zhargo's head was to leave his body, or so I thought.
I looked up at my executioner in what I thought were my final seconds, and above me was the crashing remains of a man, charred to a crisp. The blade hit me with it's shaft in the fall, and I fell to the side. A massive black dragon had landed, searing the air around me and my would be murderer. It flew into the air and began a massacre.
Then sister, a fellow criminal pulled Zhargo from the ground, and lead me to a building. He spoke in yelled rasps as we fled the carnage outside, running between alleys and jumped stones that fell like snow as the beast unleashed it's flames. He told me of the way out, through a series of halls and shafts that would lead me to an exit. I snuck past most as our people do, and ended up outside a cavern, looking upon a beautiful range. Sister, you would have loved it.
Before me rested a multitude of features and shapes, dotting the landscape before me. Mountains scaled up and down all as far as my eye could see, and fields surrounding farmer's homes covered the flat lands. A single mountain proclaiming it's pride shot high above the others, with the remains of a temple carved into it. I looked to my right to find a dirt-trodden path, and followed it to the town which I now know as Riverwood. It was there that I was given guidance to Whiterun.
I will begin again tomorrow sister, Zhargo hears shouts about in the streets, and it is much too late for those to be normal.
