Vera had grown up in Whiterun believing that one day should be able to leave and become a true adventurer . Her father was a true nord while her mother was a born and bred imperial. And while each had a very strong opinion on which side she should be fighting for in the civil war they'd ultimately left the decesion up to her. And while they hadn't decided on who she should fight for they had agreed that she had to know how to fight so each one had taught her various methods. Her mother taught her how to use a sword and shield as well as the basis of archery. But she much prefered the heavy weapons her father taught her. Her favorite was her batttleaxe, it paired well with her leather armor.

So after a few years of training with her parents and joining the Companions she set out on her journey at the prime age of twenty. Which started out with her getting into a fight with a thalmor agent while on the road and wound up with her escaping Helgen and finding out she was dragonborn. Now a few months later she was on her way back to Jorrvaskr after completing a simple troll exterminantion misson when she stopped for a drink at the Bannered Mare.

As soon as she sat down and let her steel battaxe hit the ground Hulda pourned her a mug of ale.

"Been a while since you were last in here Vera, last I heard you were slaying a clan of giants near the Riften."

"It was only one giant. And it wasn't much of a fight to be honest. The hunters that hired me did most of the work. But enough about me tell me what's happaned since I left."

"Well not much to be honest. With the war going on people are talking about how Ulfric will march on the city. Can't say I care either way."

Wonderful, I'm sure dad's one mug of ale away from grabbing his axe and joining the fight. She thought as she downed the rest of her ale.

"The only other exciting thing happening now is the rumor floating around about the Jarl's son."

Heaing this she got a little excited. Rumor's usually led to either a fight or treasure.

"So what's the rumor?"

"Just that his son has been acting rather strange lately. People say he knows their secrets just by looking at them."

"Well if it turns out to be nothing I can at least get a few gold for looking into it."

She dropped a few coins on the counter before shuffling over to Dragonsreach where she pushed by the people shuffling about their daily routine and up to the Jarl.

"Welcome Vera always a pleasure. I take it you've heard the rumors about my son?"

"Yeah and I'd like to help of course."

"Thank you, for weeks now he's been different. When I try to talk to him and get to the bottom of it he snaps at me and accuses me of these horrible things. Please if you can find out why he's like this I'd be forever grateful."

"Alright I'll talk to him." It didn't take her long to find him in the upstairs balcony looking down at the court.

He didn't even bother to turn toward her when she got near. "So your the latest dog my father sent to do his dirty work. Are you hoping for a special treat when this is all done?"

Vera took a deep breath and picked him up by his shirt before dangling him over th edge. "I want you listen up very closey kid. When you speak to your elders you speak with respect, is that understood?"

What confindence he had vanished as he looked down at the people wathcing this. "Alright I'm sorry now put me down!"

"Try that again."

"Please put me down!"

She pulled him back in and set him down. "Alright now tell me what's going on with you. From what I hear you seem to know everyones secrets."

"It's really not that hard. Everyone that comes here is always focusing on my father and dosen't pay attention when I listen in. Well that and the whispering lady in the basment."

"The who?"

"The lady in the basment. She tells me whatever I want to know. I've never seen her because of the locked door, usually I can get into any door in the castle but that one is special. Only two people have the keys to that one. My father and his court wizard, from what she's told me there's something special behind that door, some ancient greatsword or something. I'm not sure but the fact that it's hidden means it's probably special."

Special huh? I have always wanted something like that. It shouldn't be to hard to get my hands on one of the keys. Farengar is usually in a isloated room.

Looking down she saw him leaving the massive table and heading back to her room. Qucik as she could she was after him catching him just as he was closeing the door to his room. "Farengar wait a minute."

"Yes what is it?"

"Well I hate to ask this but you are about to head to bed right?"

"Yes why do you ask?"

"Well a while back I got this potion that supposdly dramatically boosts your magical skills but it only works if you already have great magic."

Hearing the words magic he instantly perked up "Really?!... I mean yes I do seem to remember hearing about a potion like that."

"Yeah well I'm not one for magic so I thought you'd like it. Only problem is you have to go to sleep for it work."

"Well that won't be a problem" she handed over the potion and watched as he quickly downed it.

"Oh my that is a very powerful taste." after a few moments he began to sway back and forth before falling onto the bed asleep.

"Sorry Farengar but that was really a failed health potion I made. Good news is you'll be fine when you wake up in a few hours." after quick search of his robes she found a very strange looking black key. "And don't worry I'll return this once I'm done."

Crossing the great hall and down the stairs she quicky found the door hidden back in the wall.

"Someone really didn't want you opened." she said turning the key and opening the room.

In the room was only a small table with a very large looking black sword next to a single note.

The moment her eyes saw the sword she knew she'd never want any other weapon. It looked like the blades katana only longer and laced with gold. As she picked it up she was suprised to find it didn't have any weight to it. She'd trained hard to be able to swing her heavy weapons with ease but with this one she felt as though she could swing it all day and not tire.

"Why would someone hide you away?" she asked admiring the pitch black blade.

She looked down at the note. "To whoever is unlucky enough to find this blade be warned. This malovent blade craves the blood of your friends and loved ones. Do the world a favor and hide this blade where no man, women or beast will every find it again."

If this note were meant to inspire fear then it had faild. She dropped the note and continued to admire her new blade.

"Your just a sword. A sword that I'll use to become a great adventurer, although you do seem to be a bit dull."

The door slammed shut as a voice filled the room. It seemed to come from everywere at once.

"Congratulations hero for finding my precious Ebony blade."

"Who's there?"

"I am Mephala the creator of the blade. I sense you will do great things wielding my weapon. But if wish to truly unlock it's powers the you must ignore the warnings of it's previous ownver and let the blade soak in the blood of betrayal."

Not one for being told what to do she strapped the sword to her back and opend the door. "I appreciate the sword lady but I won't be killing my friends for you."

"You say that now but you'll soon find that the blade has it's own desires."

The voice faded and Vera was left wondering what to do next. She shook her head and tried to forget about what the voice had just said. She quickly returned Farenger's key and headed over to the traning grounds to test her new blade.

The staw dummies were quickly carved to pieces with her new blade. With every slash and cleave the dummies fell to her feet.

When it was all over she felt great. Infact she wanted to continue fighting.

"Nice blade shield sister." she tured to see one of the newer companions practing with his axe.

"Thanks but I still need to get used to it."

"Well then let's spar."

"Sure but don't expect me to go easy on you welp."

They took their postions as a few other members sat down to watch. He was the first to move rushing foward and tring to slash at her side, she blocked it with her blade before delivering a well placed kick to his stomach sending him backward. But this didn't stop him as he got back and tried to slash at her arms. Seeing this she pulled her blade for a powerful thrust catching him off guard. When he staggered trying to block it she slashed at his chest drawing blood and forceing him down.

He raised one hand to surrender as his other clutched his chest.

"Alright I give. You got me pretty good."

She helped him up before handing him a quick potion. "You fought well but I'm just used to killing bigger things."

"Well thanks for the practice. You're a true friend." as he walked away to properly heal she felt something twist inside. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw someing on her blade. The small amount of blood that was still there seemed to be getting absorbed by her blade. As she pulled it cloer to get a closer look she saw that it actually seemed to glow if only for a few seconds.

To unlock it's true powers feed it the blood of your allies. No it can't be, but then again I do live in a world of flying magical dragons. But I'm not about to kill my friends just for a blade.

And that's what she told herself throught the day everytime it popped into her mind. She'd befriended many people during her travles and she did know of some that weren't exactly nice.

These thoughts continued to plague her mind for days as she got used to wielding her blade. As she tried to block them out it became harder so she decided she was going somplace isloated and decided to make her way up to High Hroghtar to see about learning more shouts. When the sun started to dip below the Horizon she saw the burning lights of Iverstead.

Feeling tired and haggared after her long journey she headed to the inn for something to drink. Just before she entered she saw Narfi wandering the streets half drunk and moaning about how alone he was now. A part of her felt bad knowing that he was like this because she'd finally told him the truth about his sister.

She could still remember the devestated look on his face when he'd found out. Or how he'd said that she was the only friend he'd truely had.

Before she could dwell more she rushed inside and ordered the strongest thing on the menu as well as a room for the night. An hour and nearly two full bottles later she was staring at her blade wondering what she could do.

"I'm not giving you up. You're the best sword I've ever had."

But I keep getting these dark urges. This thing was locked away for a reason, I should just hide it somewhere. I've cleared out dozens of caves and tunnels deep in the mountains. But I'm to tired to think about all this right now so I'll sleep and decide what to do in the morning.

Vera put the sword away and turned in for what she belived would be a good nights sleep. But the moment she drifted off she had horrible nightmarish visions about her killing her friends. The power rushing through her body as the sword drank it's fill. Even though it was a dream she could still feel the dark presence surrounding her as she cut down everyone in her path to grow stronger. She woke up and reached for her blade. Her hands were shaking and her heart was beating like crazy.

"Just one, I'll only feed you once." As she looked down at her blade she knew who would die because of her. If she was going to do this she had to make it someone that wouldn't be missed.

Quick as she could she got dressed and headed to the destroyed remains of Narfi's house where she found him clutching a empty bottle as he slept.

As she got closer her mind focused on her hands as she lifted her blade. "Only once."

Narfi rolled over to face her and drunkenly opened his eyes. "Hey friend." Hearing those words the sword seemd to speak to her. Kill him.

What will she had fought back and she actually lowered the blade a bit. Then Narfi fully opened and saw what was happening. He opened his mouth to scream and she quickly plunged the cursed blade into his heart.

He struggled for a few moments before his body fell limp to the ground. His blood flowed from his body and into the sword causing it to glow red for a few moments. As this happaned Vera felt her body filling with a dark strength. When it was all over Vera pulled her blade free and looked down at the pathatic remains of a person she'd felt pity for before.

As she walked she felt the sword in her hand. Felt it's hungerdissipating. But that wasn't all, for a breif moment she saw a vision of herself facing her enemies with a someone by her side. As the mysterious persons face started to come into view it ended.

She looked down at her blade. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to unlock your full powers."