Hey ya'll, I don't own oblivion characters, script, places, monsters or anything else. I only own Ally, David and the rest of her family and friends that possibly may come in at a later time!

Chapter 1: Irritating Brothers, stupid Dunmer and prison cells
Ally's POV:

I squinted moving forward ever so slightly. What! I wasn't going to let those stupid bandits see me yet! They'd all come and attack me! I allowed myself a few more steps forward, closing in on them; they wouldn't get away this time!

"Alley" I leapt three foot off my chair and my brother pressed a few buttons while I was recovering from the shock, causing my player to die.

"You suck David!"

"You never get off that game, besides Mum says you have to go out, get some fresh air. Oh, and give me my game back!"

"Oblivion is not your game" I replied trying to calm myself down.

"I'm the one who wanted it"

"I bought it"

"You said I could have it" I punched him in the face at this comment. Eh, doesn't matter about calming, he's my older brother; I'm there to punch, kick, scratch and scream at him.

"I said you could borrow it, now leave before I break your nose again" I replied lazily turning back to my game. I could feel a pulling feeling when I sat; instead of standing up like others would I shrugged it off and started playing. That was when something hard connected with the back of my head and I was pulled in peaceful blackness.

Pain… that was I could feel… then cold… pain and cold… great… my two least favourite things. I felt something trickle down the back of my head. I reached my hand up and felt something warm, then I brought my hand to my nose… I nearly puked at the overpowering smell of blood… curse my brother, he's probably the one who did this. I opened my eyes to see black nothingness. After my eyes had adjusted I saw a window, stone walls and floor, bones and bars.

Pulling together all the strength in my limbs I jumped up and ran for the gate. That's when I heard a rather familiar voice.

"Oooh, aren't you a fair lass" it started. "Your skin is so pale, so pure. And your body is so... strong. Let me guess, a Nord, right?"

"Actually… no, I'm not a Nord!"

"I bet you think you're pretty tough, huh? I bet you can swing a sword and everything."

"Wait a minute; I've never held a sword in my life!"

"Well, it doesn't matter! Not in here. It does no good to fight. But don't worry. The guards always treat the pretty ones nice, right 'til the end. Oh, that's right. You're going to die in here, Nord!" The voice continued taunting.

"SHUT UP. VALEN DRETH JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME! I'M NOT A NORD! I'm a human; to be exact I'm an Aussie, savvy?"

"You look so much like a pretty little Nord. You must be ashamed of where you come from, I don't blame you, you pretty little Nord"

"FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT A NORD" I screamed at the top of my lungs at the stupid Dunmer across from me. "I'm an Aussie… an Australian, savvy?" I've been watching too much of Pirates and the Caribbean. I can't help it though; it's like my obsession with other things… and believe me I get obsessed with things really quickly!

"Ah… still in denial. Oh well a Nord should be in denial for what they are, though I might get the truth out of you in a few days. You'll probably go mad in her Nord"

"Yes, I'll go mad because of you and because of the lack of air and sun and… food?" I said making it sound more though the latter sounded more question-like. "Anyway, YOU'RE THE REASON I'LL GO INSANE!" Let's just say the screaming fit I was having ended when a guy in armour walked in and told me he'd slit my throat to get some peace. That was when what was going on really hit me. I was in Tamriel. The imperial prison to be exact and I found I couldn't help but hope one thing… that Uriel Septim VII had either already passed through, or this was a different cell! One last thought drifted into my mind as I fell asleep; 'this is all my brothers fault.'

Hey ya'll, sorry that it's so short but I couldn't think of anything else to put into this chapter yet. Please review, constructive criticism is appreciated and so are idea's if anyone has any. Just as a note as I forgot it above she is not a Mary-Sue, you'll realize that in later chapters and she has a small problem of acting on impulse!

FaelwenofLothlorien