The Man Who Died in Helgen Has Missed So Much

We were lined up in Helgen, waiting for our execution. I watched as the first head rolled. That man has missed so much. I was second in line. Before my head was chopped, a dragon attacked, the first to be seen in a very long time. I escaped along with a Stormcloak soldier, Ralof, whom I became good friends with. That man who was killed has missed so much. He missed the rising of the dragons, and the news that a new Dovahkiin (Dragon Born in our tongue) has shown his face. He missed the rising of the Stormcloaks and countless battles with victories for the Nords. He missed the end of the tyranny of the Empire and the blasphemy of the Thalmor. He missed the worship of Talos being made legal. He missed the epic battle between Alduin and the Dovahkiin. He missed the completion of the Companion's axe, Wuuthrad. He missed the Thieves Guild's reappearance. He missed the death of the Archmage. He missed the assassination of the emperor. He missed so much, he never saw the end of the war he fought, or the end of the tyranny. May his soul rest in Sovngarde.