Heck yeah... I'm goin' wit it, and it dang sure better be good! This story has been playin' in my head for at least two weeks. I gotta bring it up; you're gonna like it too. Hopefully. C'mon, y' know I love the Elder Scrolls... or maybe u don't but anyway!! Let's get it poppin' already, I'm anxious!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the make-shift characters of my head. Period. And I don't care.

"Marion!!"

Walking along the stone walkways of the marketplace, Ariel Winchest was in a hazed frenzy. It had been four hours since she sent her brother to the First Addition to retrive a book, but he hadn't been back after that. The task was not that difficult; he knew where his location was, but that was always his attitude. Never listened to anyone's orders, even if it was the most important. He always thinks about himself, she though. What does he take me for, his mule? Soon, she decided walking agrily wouldn't solve the answer to her problem, and came across a citizen who was minding his own business.

"Hey," Ariel said, trying to tone down the rage in her voice, "Have you seen that no-good brother of mine Marion?"

The Nord man gave her a startled look. "Um... no," he muttered. "I'm not really sure where--"

"Never mind." She cut him off abruptly.

It was usually her habit to speak to someone as if he or she knew her, then walk off like nothing even happened, but Ariel never let it bother her. It was basicly part of her personality, and as a Dark Elf, it wasn't uncommon to see such a race with that trait. As she strolled down the pavement, the Nord man looked back at her with an impressed nod. Time passed as Ariel made her way to the First Addition, contemplating every step of the way.

It was a tough month for her; remebering working as a part-time bartender at The Feed Bag, the job usually wasn't easy. She got in an arguement with one customer, near-brawl with another, and drove their best customer out of the bar for good. And as punishment for being so distruptive, Ariel was fired from the bar two weeks ago. Yeah... she could get pretty pissy at times. But it was being at the Arcane University that changed her attitude. Believe it or not, she had an interest with Illusion and different types of magic, since she was 9 years old. Though she never thought-- in her 20 years of living -- that it would come true. She went there about a week ago, pleading for them to let her join, and finally gave in. Ariel was excited, but had some doubts, wondering if anything went wrong... it couldn't be wrong.

Finally, ariving at her desired location, Ariel busted through the door of the book store. Her nostrolls flaring, the confused clerk stared at her defiantly, unknown of the situation at hand. As she walked over to the counter, both eyes met between the two, not giving a darn about the broken door handle.

The clerk tried to smile. "Hello ma'am."

"My brother, Marion," she said. "Has he been in here?"

"Yes, Ariel, he's been in here."

"Really? Then tell me; where is he now?"

"Well..."

Tapping her fingers on the counter, she waited for a quick reply. "Well what?"

"Well..." he started. "When he was about to ask for the book, a woman I expected came inside to get a manual she ordered to have. Of course, she was a beautful woman, fine Bosmer. So, like any love-intentioned man would do, he quickly got the book you wanted and followed her out the door."

The clerk could tell that Ariel was getting agitated (she crossed her arms in suspese, raising an eyebrow). He scratched his head, still completely confused, but regained his patience as she stormed out the First Addition without saying a word.

Meanwhile, her brother Marion, who had caught up with the woman, sat besides each other on a bench outside the park, chatting. He was two years older than his sister, and had a reputation as "The Wisecraker". Standing about six feet tall, somewhat muscular, with red eyes and long, midnight blue hair he so proudly hailed, Marion couldn't stop making hilarious remarks about life. No one could keep him quiet. He always had to crack up those wise jokes. Hence his nickname. Though at times, people would forget about his comedian side when he had his selfish side. Life was one big joke to him. Famous for having a smart mouth and ignoring other's orders, he really couldn't help it. When there was a situation, Marion would let the people in on a joke to brighten up their dull lives. He liked fights, gorgeous women and for some unfathomable reason, singng. Unknown to anyone but his sister, he enjoyed singing, and had a radiant voice, but never let anyone else in on the secret as it "interfered with his hard-earned persona". Despite his crazy ways, Ariel still had respect for him because they'd been through so much, and reminded her to move on with their lives and not let anything stop them.

As she entered the gardens, she peered out into he distance, and could make out her brother and the woman, mentioned earlier by the clerk. Then, she thought for a mintute; It wouldn't be nice to just walk right in front of them, with that mad expression on her face. She'd done too much of that already, and she'd be damned if she did it again. For one quic minute, she pondered at the plan of, and nesassarily... sneaking up on them. Yes, that will be funnier for me; Marion's had his last laugh.

Snickering at the thought, Ariel walked down the steps from the entrance, keeping silent footsteps to the duo. She went into the brushes, trampled over flowers, hushed one over-looking guard, and made her way behind the bench.

"Yes, if you sprinkle the stew with those spices...". As Marion talked about, he felt a strange aurora of someone's presence near him, glancing sideways and putting the conversation with the Bosmer-- who gave him a concerned look-- on hold. He fnally looked back...

...And there stood Ariel, staring at him with a playful smirk on her face.

"Hello."

"Oh," he murmured, brushing back his hair. "Hello, yes, did you need--"

"It was nice meeting you," Ariel remarked to the young woman, who was dazed to find someone sneaking up on her. Forming a smile upon her face, Ariel continued. "But you must have somewhere you need to be. So in all means," she explained with a wave of her hand. "Leave."

Somewhat offended, the High Elf woman got up and left, not giving a 'good-bye' to stone-cold Marion.

He was still oblivious to the situation when he threw his hands up defensively. "Tch, I was just there, and you ruined it."

"Ruined what?" bellowed Ariel, putting one hand on her hip defiantly. I asked for you to do one thing, just one, but you still insisted on not listening and going your own way. Whatever it is, you should clean up your act. It's not proper when a grown man has to mimic the ingorance of a child. Responsibility is heading for you, whether you like it or not!"

Seeing she was about to lose it, Marion shook his head. It was right what he expected to see out of his sister, and he knew it. Clean up my act? he thought. Never. It was who he was, in his blood. There was no such thing as cleaning up his act now, because he couldn't. But he wasn't ignorant; he had been reminded of his character before, so he knew where he had crossed the line. Yet he continued to bask in the feeling of being heard by, and gaining unwanted attention, because quite frankly... he just didn't care.

"Sister," he finally answered in an understanding tone. "Don't you worry about it. I have your book right here." He gave her the book, which rested on the bench after he got up. She stared at it, and her brother went on in the same tone. "You know my actions clearly, and it pains me to see you in such dominance." Not listening to his apologies, Ariel regained focus and straightened up, wiping that frown of her face. She embarrassed the both of them enough, and realized how hungry she had been. Deciding what time it is, she gave a slight smile.

"I'm starving," she tirely stated, scratching the back of her neck. "I'm going back to the Arcane University, maybe grab a pound of grapes along the way ." Before she started to leave, Marion had asked to walk with her for a little, and she accepted. Making the trip back, he talked about some stuff, catching on with the latest rumors and stories, and Ariel just listened. She loved her brother, but sometimes she just couldn't handle her life. The past six years had been even harder; ever since the incident envolving their family, they were having a hard time distinguishing fantasy from reality. She remembered the incident, but never talked of it again. It just wasn't right; she understood why she acted how she acted, and why her brother was him. They never wanted to take responsibility, and now... now they had to. As she gazed into the sunset forming over the empire of Tamriel, Marion noticed how quiet she had been.

"Sister, is there a problem?" he asked concerned.

Ariel shook her head. "It's nothing, just... well..." Her words choked in her throat. "Sometimes... I just wish... things could be different."

A/N: Ok that is about it for the first page. What I wanted was to kinda let you get to know the first two main characters in the story, Ariel and Marion Winchest. I do my best in my stories, so hopefully I can keep the main plot, but remind you of my confused Dumners at the same time. Expect changes in the whole thing too, as I can't make up my mind from time to time. First Oblivion fanfic; please R&R, and enjoy!