The group of merchants stopped. Pitching several simple tents. The sky was darkening, days last breath would soon be forgotten. The fire was made, the dancing flames were reminiscent of tender meat. Their stomachs getting more unsettled by the hour.

Gaelin carefully stalked the cub. His red eyes glowing in the moonlight. He followed the cub into a small cramped den, careful not to make a sound. The small bear lied down next to a bigger, rotten bear carcase, covered in strange wounds and whole chunks of flesh taken off. Gaelin was sorrowful for having to end the young bear's life, but without a mother, it wouldn't have survived for more than a few weeks. He knew his party was hungry, having traveled from Hammerfell to Cyrodil. Still several days from Chorrol, they were dependent on him for food. Knocking his arrow, he had a sense of accomplishment. The merchants would praise him for the hardy meal. A group of birds rustled loudly out of a nearby tree. He let go of the arrow, striking the cub in the stomach. The bear let out an audible cry, looking for his attacker. Gaelin drew another arrow, aiming for the throat. Ready to release the arrow, making sure to make the final blow in.

A horribly loud cry came thundering out of the south, jarring his aim. The arrow was loose, striking a nearby tree, causing the bear to run in the opposite direction. Quickly looking to the south, he saw nothing, yet the scream was more than enough of a bad sign. He decided it would be best to head back to the camp, he could try again in the daylight. Heading north at a brisk walk, a mile from the camp. He had let down his guard, a bad mistake in the monster ridden night. A large creature ran towards him, sharp fangs at the ready. It's eyes gleaming as it moved at an incredible speed. He drew his knife, dull from use, but it was all he had. Barreling ever closer, Gaelin broke into a sprint, trying to stay away from the mysterious hunter. His effort was met with no avail. The creature quickly caught up with him, grabbing at his limbs. Gaelin felt the large hand grasp his leg. He tripped, hearing a loud crack, whether this was his bone or a tree root, he did not know. The hunter scooped him up with its massive hand, breaking several ribs in the process. Gaelin stabbed blindly with his knife, puncturing one of the monster's eyes. He had no strength left for another swing. The blade still stuck in the brute's eye. Letting out a agonizing cry, the hunter dropped Gaelin, running towards the bear den. Gaelin slipped into unconsciousness.

A daunting figure, sitting on a thrown made of white rock appeared before him. Cloaked in shadow, he could only make out it's eyes, blue in color, yet they had a snake like quality. The figure spoke in a deep voice, "Death is nothing to be afraid of son, endless oblivion is a gift, a freedom from mind and matter. But shall you lead a life of treachery and deceit, you shall suffer. Experiencing endless deaths with no chance for redemption. Go my son, seek those who are not worthy, bring them to my foot. You are my messenger, carry your message well." The vision started to fade, he heard a soft, giggle, like that of a woman.

Gaelin woke in a cold sweat. The merchants spread out on other beds around the large room. It was night out, he knew he had slept in days, but he felt exhausted, soon drifting back into sleep. He woke several hours later. Finding that his ribs were wrapped in bandages, he could only think that the ogre had to be real. He tried getting up, his left ankle hurt when he put pressure on it. Limping outside the door, he found himself in a long hallway. Making for the stairs, he wondered if they had made it to Chorrol. He climbed down the stairs, to find that the rest of his group was sitting at a table, dining on bread and cheese. They greeted him, inviting him to sit down and eat.

"What happened in the woods?" asked Hornil, an imperial merchant he had been traveling with. Gaelin explained, "I got attacked by something big and gruesome." "We figured that when we found your bloody body on the route here" commented Rolin, a short breton seed merchant. "We strapped you on the back of the ass, you were out cold the whole journey." ,explained Hornil. "Yeah, and you were mumbling things about suns and massages" ,commented Brenwas, a female bosmer jewl merchant. "Were going to sell some of our wares around town, be back around dusk", said Hornil. Gaelin thought that was fine, he needed his rest anyway.

After several days of tedious rest, he ventured out to the Chapel of Stendarr. Asking the monks their to heal his ribs. They were healed his bones, but they were very stiff and it was hard to move. While traveling back to the inn, an argonian beggar asked him to spare a few coins. He saw that she had a child, a small baby, he felt sympathy for her, he instead invited her to dinner and a room in the inn. Someone with an infant should not have to sleep outside, he thought. She thanked him and accompanied him back to The Grey Mare. They sat down to eat supper, mutton with mead. They discussed the recent champion of Cyrodil and the new emperor. Gaelin asked her how she ended up this way. "My partner had a skooma problem, I loved him dearly, but when he couldn't pay people the money he owed them, he was sold into slavery in Morrowind", she stated. "Who are the people?" ,Gaelin inquired. The beggar sighed, "a khajiit named Ra'Jinn, he lives by the fighters guild." "I'll go pay him a visit and see if I can pay the rest of your debt, the merchants pay me quite the coin to escort them." "Thank you" was all the argonian could say. Heading to bed, he remembered the dream he had after the accident, he wondered if it held any significance. His dreams were full of greed, a khajiit holding money over those who couldn't pay it.

The next day he visited Ra'Jinn, asking for an audience with him. Ra'Jinn reluctantly accepted. He seemed like a nice fellow. They talked for several minutes before Ra'jinn asked, "So what have you come here to ask of me?" "I need to pay you a debt that an argonian who's partner you sold into slavery." The khajiit's face grimaced, he held no content for the likes of beggars. He would not accept Gaelin's money. He told Gaelin that the argonian's baby would be sold when it was old enough. Gaelin couldn't stand it. A feeling of rage came over him, this heartless khajiit had to be stopped. It all happened in a flash, the blood was on his hands, the khajiit on the floor, lifeless. He contemplated on what he had done, he felt no shame or remorse. It had to be done. He might have even enjoyed it somewhat.

On his way back to The Grey Mare he met with the argonian, telling her what happened. She was grateful, so she wouldn't report him. He got to the inn before night hit, going to sleep without a single word to the merchants. His dreams were full of love, the argonian seeing her child growing up, the khajiit rotting in a grave.

He woke with as start, some one was there. He could feel it. An argonian is a black robe appeared, out of what seemed like no where. He hissed "You have done Sithis a favor today, may I invite you to be apart of my family..."




Thats all I got, I'm sick today, so how better than to write my first fan-fic. Sorry about the grammar, I'm only 15.

Should I continue it? Any ideas to change it?

I like it so far! Keep up the good work!