As I touched the pulsing, pure blue amulet strung around my neck, I realized what being a Listener really meant. I will actually talk to the Night Mother! Every week! I also saw Sithis every two weeks, when I make my turns to deliver the Dread souls that I carry in the ? wait, no, my - Dread Amulet, to fill his hunger.

The Amulet also granted me powers; it increased my strength, and also pushed my magicka reservoirs to the limit. It also had an enchantment that creates a magical barrier that absorbs magic attacks, almost completely, she said. The Night Mother also taught me a spell called "Midnight's Run". It allows me to completely blend in with my surroundings - much like a chameleon ? for about a minute.

I left the old, dusty and decrepit crypt of the Night Mother into the cold, crisp (and partially smelly) air of a Bravil night. I passed Chana Mona, who hopefully didn't notice my black robes, slight light coming from my chest and quicker-than-normal pace.

I was walking to The Lonely Suitor Lodge, the cheaper of the two Bravil inns (I was spending a little too much money lately and I thought I would try to compensate for that). My leather sandals swished and swashed on the sand and cobblestone, as my long, silver hair was being whipped about.

I quickly opened the door and escaped the cold, immediately greeted with a warm smile and "hello" by the Innkeeper, Bogrum Gro-Galash, who was finishing wiping off the tables and pushing in the askew chairs.

"One room, please," I said, as I quickly walked to the rough and knotted wood counter. He smiled, and quickly rummaged a brown blotched iron key out of his pocket, while I took a few gold coins from the stained bag attached to my waist - virtually hidden by my pitch black robes acquired a few minutes earlier - and threw them on the counter, his eyes glinting as he pocketed them.

He began to polish his mugs when he said; "Up the stairs, last one on the right."

"Alright, thanks," I said, nodding to him.

I took the old, ancient stairs up to a long hallway, covered with a faded carpet and a table on the left side, which had a flower vase and some guide books to large cities. I walked to the last door on the right side of the hallway, surprised that this tiny inn hosted this many rooms. I reached my room, protected by a wooden door enforced with thick metal. I inserted the key into the lock and turned, fumbling with the brass handle and eventually walking in.

It was a small ? but cozy ? room that was lighted by a single candle on an iron stand. I also noticed a sturdy chest, and a dresser. I riffled in the chest, finding a few spare coins that someone must have forgot, and put in my Daedric dagger Bloodlight, that seemed to be drinking in the light like a vampire svcks blood. An appropriate name for it, I thought.

I lay down in the bed, the old and tattered sheets and blanket wrapped around my cold body ? they surprisingly still retained heat - and embraced me in a comforting warmth. I turned to the streaking window and slept to the sound of my favorite noise.

Boy, was I for a surprise.

A/N: Please tear this apart, tell me everything bad about, everything I need to fix. Just don't be an ass about it please!

Be careful on how you start your paragraphs. I like first person stories myself, but don't start out with "I" so often.

Why... did you make another thread?

I deleted my text in the other one and said it was moved. It wasn't a very interesting title.

And red, thanks for the advice, I will work on that.

You could always ask a Moderator to edit the title for you. Very nicely of course...

:blink: :facepalm: Woops.