"That was easier than Kir'Nan thought" I said as I fitted the guard's armor onto my body. I tugged hard on the armor, trying to pull it over my fur. The guard's naked lifeless body laid on the ground, his blood slowly oozing from a knife wound. "True. He never saw it coming" Nazir said, staring coldly at the corpse that rested at my feet. A dead man also stained the ground at his feet, and he too was struggling at the armor. "Damn guards, how could someone trust something so small to guard their city?" he remarked, in his usual serious, deadpan voice. I only chuckled at this.

Nazir was a Redguard. A brown skinned man, with white and black colored hair, and a beard to match it as well. He was tall and well built in structure. He was surprisingly stealthy as well. He also had this sort of habit, to speak in a very serious and deadpan voice, so no one could understand if he was joking or completely serious. And did I mention, he was one of the greatest assassins the world had ever seen? After me, of course

Me? I'm Kir'Nan. I'm a Khajit, a hybrid of a man and a feline. It may seem strange to you, but in the land of Skyrim, I just given two glances, and that's the end of that story. My entire body is covered in yellow and black fur, which I don't mind that much. My whole life, I had been raised to kill. At a young age, from the stories I hear, I was abandoned in the middle of the forest. My family, not interested in children, left me there to die. I sat there, only a baby, crying up to the heavens. That is, until he found me. Nazir, at the age of 35, he found me and, taking pity on me, picked me up. He walked all the way from a forest in Windhelm and he took me to that sacred place near Dawnstar. This was the Sanctuary, to the Dark Brotherhood.

The Dark Brotherhood was an organization that 'handled' problems to the civilians that needed it. We would be summoned, and given a contact, to hunt and kill. And when we found that contact, well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. They took me and, not only trained me to kill, but gave me the family I never had. But little did I know that, at that age, they would become my greatest enemies.

I was finally able to stretch the armor across my fur, completely covering it. Lastly, I placed the iron helmet over my head, and turned to Nazir.

"Well, how does Kir'nan look?" I asked him.

"…Furry" he responded in a pessimistic tone.

"Ah, who asked you?" I snapped, and continued to fit my armor on properly.

"The big headed Khajit did, that's who. Now come on, cat, we better get moving. Just because a Sanctuary is around the corner, doesn't mean we can lollygag. I'm pretty sure the other guards would like to why a Khajit is walking around in a guard's suit" He explained.

"Alright, grandpa, you don't have to give me the entire lecture" I said. He laughed at this, and patted me on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's go."

We ran through the dark, snow-covered streets of Dawnstar as the guards chased after us. "Get the assassins! Avenge the Jarl!" They yelled, their cries lined with vengeance and anger.

Nazir was running ahead of me. I followed him as we maneuvered through the alleyways between the citizen's homes/ He knew this place by heart. You'd think he lived here at some point, but not much is known of Nazir's past.

Our chase to an abrupt end when we encountered a small army of soldiers outside of the local inn. We turned to run the other way, but soldiers blocked that exit as well. They had us surrounded.

"Cornered like rats" one of the guard's commented, causing the other guard's to give a low a chuckle

"Assassins do not get cornered" I responded

I pulled out two throwing knives and chucked it into the crowd of army men. With awesome accuracy, they both landed in the chest of two different soldiers. They dropped dead with a thud.

This threw the other soldiers in a state of rage and bloodshed, and before you knew it, they were charging towards us, screaming a battle cry I had never heard before. I was not intimidated, for I pulled out my Orcish daggers, crafted by one of the best Orsimer blacksmiths in this region of Tamriel, and prepared for the worst. Nazir, emotionless as ever, did the same and unsheathed his sword nonchalantly. This is when the real war began.

As two guards charged towards me, I took one dagger and shoved it into one's stomach. Then, as the other approached, I swiftly took the other dagger, and slashed his throat. As the two fell, I turned to Nazir. With a quick glance, I could see at least four guards at his feet already, oozing out blood that flowed like a river.

The carnage continued in this fashion, until only a few remained. Nazir, seeing this as a opportunity, grabbed my hand, and drew me out of the small rumble. It took them a small while to grow wise, but then the chase had once again started.

We were right on the border when Nazir stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked around. "This place looks familiar…follow me" he said and once again, sprinted off. I followed after him, and so did the guards. We ran down the pathway and turned a sharp right. That's when I saw it.

A large stone door, with a skull on the front. I instantly recognized it as one of the many signs of the Dark Brotherhood, showing a sanctuary where assassins can duck their heads. I couldn't understand why a sanctuary was all the way in Dawnstar.

The door said something in a raspy whisper.

"What is life's greatest illusion?" it croaked.

"Innocence, my brother" Nazir replied.

"Welcome, brother" the door replied. It creaked open and Nazir and I slipped in. As we walked through, the door slammed shut. "Stay down, and keep your mouth shut" Nazir ordered and we crouched behind the door.

We listened and listened, until we heard the shaking of the armor and the heavy footsteps

"Where did they go?" one voice inquired

"Are you sure they went this way?" another one asked

"Of course I'm sure! They must have swum through the water away from us. Damn assassins, they're everywhere these days" the first voice said.

"Oh well. We may as well head back, inform the town and inform the other Jarls of Skald's demise"

"Yuck! I hate work!"

The footsteps continued and, though they took their own sweet time, they soon depleted and the crashing of the waves on the shore we're all I heard. Nazir and I shared a glance with each other, and sighed in relief. The crisis was averted.

"Come on," Nazir said, "let's head home"

First off, I'm just a really dedicated fan of Skyrim. Secondly, you just read the beginning of something new. The Fourth Era Saga is a collection of stories following other heroes during the year of the Dragonborn's recognition. This includes the Listener, The Arch-Mage, The Harbringer of the Companions, a member of the Thieves' Guild, and lastly the Dragonborn. And yes, it will conflict with the original story of the game, but if you can bear with me, I promise that this series will make you look at Skyrim in a different light!

-SHW