Chapter 1:

Dark had well sunk its way over the world, wrapping the land in its embrace. The hoot of a far off owl was drowned out by the sound of hooves pounding against the cobblestoned path that twisted its way through the mountainous range that separated Skyrim from Morrowind. The Throat of the World rose like a beacon through the treacherous path, guiding the rider along towards the border. Hesitantly she glanced behind herself, before urging the horse on. Shoulders tense, the rider leant forward even more, trying to gain more speed.

4 miles.

She took another glance over her shoulder.

3 miles.

She could practically taste the frozen Skyrim air already.

2 miles.

Safety was just around the bend.

The final mile she finally decided to slow down, seeming convinced her unseen pursuer had given up. She slowed to a stop and looked back once more, before pulling her hood further over her head again, protecting her face from the harsh cold wind that now whipped across her. The rider urged the horse on again, and they continued along the path, taking off at a trot before settling into a canter once again. Having finally crossed the border, the rider seemed calmer, but was still prepared for attack. However, she wasn't prepared for what transpired next.

It was a while from the border and the rider turned a sharp corner, only to have to forcefully swerve to avoid missing the party of people who were now unsheathing their weapons. The horse reared, throwing the rider to the ground. She was quick to rise, drawing the dagger from her boot, ready to face whatever came next. However at the sight of six swords pointed in her direction, she lowered the blade in defeat. A torch was suddenly held close to her face and she flinched away, her eyes having already adjusted to the dark. In the scuffle her hood has fallen off and they all now had a good clear view of her face.

"It's a Khajiit, what should we do?" The man with the torch asked turning to look at the man who stepped forwards into the light.

"You, Khajiit, what business do you have here?" The voice that spoke was slow and almost drawling.

The woman stared at the second man for a moment.

"Eli could ask you the same question Ulfric Stormcloak." She replied crossing her arms, ears twitching.

"I'd be careful I was you Khajiit." The man with the torch warned.

"Calm yourself Ralof." Ulfric said, stepping forwards towards Eli. "Let me put it this way then, what are you doing in Skyrim?"

"Eli is here for her own business. She is searching for the Khajiit caravans that often cross this land." She explained before her stomach growled wildly. She grabbed at her stomach. "But she has not eaten in a while."

Ulfric looked at Eli for a moment before turning to his followers.

"We camp here for tonight, it's late and we need our rest." He commanded before waving a third man over. "Get the ladies horse, we'll feed her and then send her on her way."

Twenty minutes later, the tents had been pitched and the fire was crackling away happily. Eli was sitting as close as she dared, resting back against her horse, which was resting calmly behind her. She munched away at the crusty bread, not caring that it was old. Ulfric sat across the fire from her, the rest hovering around tending to things.

"Are you really looking for the Khajiit caravans?" A voice asked before one of the Stormcloak men dropped down to sit beside her.

"Yes. Ralof was it?" Eli said, taking another bite from her bread.

"So you're from Elsweyr?" He questioned, looking down at her. She was dressed for travel, in mix-matched armor that didn't look quite right with her dark furry complexion and white war paint. Like most Khajiit, her hair started on top of her head and followed her neck down to her shoulders, with part of it pulled into a small ponytail, letting her multiple earrings dangle from her twitchy cat ears. Her eyes were the most startling blue he had ever seen on a Khajiit.

"Originally, but Eli has not been home in a few years."

"What's your stance on the war?" Ulfric finally spoke up, looking across at the Khajiit.

"You mean does Eli support the Stormcloaks? Yes she does."

"And why would a Khajiit support us?" Ulfric questioned.

"Talos is just as much Eli's god as he is the nords." Eli stated calmly, before ripping another piece from her bread. "Where are we by the way?"

"We're right outside Darkwater Crossing, a mining settlement. They might even give you a job if you're looking for some coin." Ralof replied with a smirk, elbowing her gently. Eli smiled politely back before pulling out her dagger again and picking up the apple off her plate. She carefully sliced a piece off and offered it to her horse, which gratefully ate it.

"You don't seem like a normal Khajiit," Ralof commented seeing her take a bit from her apple.

"If you expect Eli to have moon sugar or Skooma on her, then you are obviously stupid." Eli said after swallowing her mouthful. "Eli is not a drug addict nor a thief, it unfair to the Khajiit that you label us so because we are different."

Ralof blinked then rubbed his head awkwardly. "Sorry." He mumbled. Eli stuffed her knife away and simply sunk back against her horse. They fell into a comfortable silence before it was broken by a yell.

"We're under attack! Ambush!"

Eli was up in an instant, Ralof by her side.

"Go while you can Khajiit!" He cried, pushing her towards her horse as he hurriedly drew his weapon. Eli clambered up onto her horse and urged it forward, only to be blocked off by a wall of people. Her horse reared again and she lost her grip, plummeting to the ground as the horse took off once again. She scrambled to her feet, turning to run, only to be grabbed by multiple hands. Memories of a past time flashed before her eyes and she lashed out at the hands, clawing her way through skin and armor, freeing herself momentarily. She fell away again, using a tree to pull herself back to her feet and try to run again, disorientated. She was suddenly tackled back into another tree, her head colliding with the trunk hard, her world slowly turning black as she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

"Is that it?"

"I think so."

The voices faded into oblivion as Eli gave way to the darkness.

Yay new story! So anyways sometimes the story will switch between third person view of Eli (DB) and the companion Vilkas (one of my favourite side characters) because it is mostly centred around those two, though Farkas will show up a lot as well because who doesn't love him?