I just beat Oblivion after a week of gaming, oh dear I have no life. Anyways, here's a little story I cooked up after I beat the game and everyone is gone/dead. So sad, yet slightly romance-y b anyways enjoy.

A dunmer sat silently upon a boulder over looking the Imperial city. Her red eyes focused on a tall statue that you could barely make out over the walls. Her silver hair following the current of the wind as she looked forwards, a melancholy look inhabited her face as she felt a small sense of dread well up with in her.

The battle was over, after long last the battle was over, but it still ached inside as she looked forwards. After the battle everyone was calling her a hero, but she didn't feel like a hero. She felt terrible; everyone had sacrificed their lives and left her behind lonely empty with out a deed to perform. She wasn't a hero of any land all she had done was gotten lucky time through time.

Now, her luck has made her feel like craving out her insides with out anyone there to talk to anyone to celebrate with. The blades were still there sure, but they felt as bad as her with no emperor to protect they had no purpose.

The dark elf closed her eyes as she began to speak to the sky hoping that her words some how snaked their way up to her friend Martin.

"Hey Martin, it's me. I know it has been awhile since we could really speak," the woman began as she let herself fall backwards so she could stare at the morning sky.

"But, I just wanted to tell you how everything is going down here."

"Everyone is happy that Dagon was thrown back in Oblivion, but everyone misses you, but don't worry I'll take care of everyone. I was wondering if the old guy is bothering you up there. Be sure to tell Barus to have fun up there to. But, I don't want you to worry about me I'll be fine and I'll protect everyone for you. After all wasn't that the job you left me with? I'll be sure to do all of those good things that you need me to do so don't worry about anyone they'll be fine," the assassin said as she stood up looking at the sky and smiling as the dark clouds rolled in and the heaven's began to cry mixing with her own tears.

She was lying to everyone.

The hero, whom everyone fancied her as, was miserable. She wanted someone to talk to and hold onto to. Someone to prove she was there, but they had all gone away and hid in the heavens like the sun was doing now. The dark elf stood up as she jumped off the boulder. She had tried to drown her misery in the arena, but no one proved to be a challenge for her. The Fighter's guild gave her no challenge and the mage's guild was giving her tedious tasks. As a knight everyone looked up to her, but rarely she would interact with anyone except for her friend Mozoga whom had joined with her.

The woman began walking down the hill ignoring the sound of wolves in the distance she was in no mood to go hunting for them. The blade walked forwards until she found herself tripping over something and falling to her knees. The woman glanced over her shoulder and her crimson eyes falling upon a terrifying sight.

"Blood," she whispered hoarsely, of course she was used to the blood from her travels and corpses from the Oblivion realm, but for a body to be mangled in such a way was horrifying to her.

She felt cold metal against her throat before she could reach for her katana. Kire froze looking straight ahead not being able to move as her mind switched into fighter mode.

"Who are you," she asked her voice cold as she tried to figure out who it was.

"No one that you would know dear hero," the man spoke his weapon sturdy against her darkened neck.

"You're avoiding the question," she retorted as her hand slowly trailed towards her boot containing a silver dagger.

"I suppose I am," the man answered as his blade slowly slid across her neck leaving a small mark of blood trickling down her neck, the dumner reacted quickly pulling the dagger out and slashing at the man's arm landing a shallow gash on his left forearm. She crawled forwards trying to gain distance between herself and the strange imperial. She stood up as adrenaline started to pour into her blood stream. Her hands reached for her katana as she held it in front of herself.

The man gave her a smirk running forwards with his broad blade swinging towards the woman's stomach. She blocked it finding herself being pushed towards the side as she did. She looked over towards the man whose eyes seemed to dig right into her. Kire felt something with in her panic as fatigue started to grip on her body. She frowned breaking the grid lock and swiping forwards just managing to cut the man's chest slightly as her blade came down. She looked upwards towards the man who kicked her in the shoulder making her sprawl backwards on the ground. The woman looked up daze trying to figure out what had just happened she noticed slight pressure on her hand. She looked at the imperial standing above her. The woman let go of her blade kicking towards the man while stumbling away.

She quickly pulled out her bow and notched an arrow looking towards the man. Her eyes going blurry as she felt her limbs getting heavy, the dark elf found herself lowering her bow as she fell towards the ground, heat slowly flushing through her entire body. The elf felt as if her throat was closing up as her eyes began to close. Her body begged for sleep so she could forget about the aching pain spreading through out her entire body. She could only think of one thing before the darkness took her.

"Martin," she whispered before the end.

Yosh, first chapter is done, but don't worry my friends questions will be answered in the second chapter. Anyways I plan for this story to go up to five to seven chapters depending on my attention span/ Kire's and mysterious man's moods.