Harro. So, this little tale came up in my head after playing oblivion, and taking a nap. I promise this tale is definitely something you wouldn't actually think someone would have a dream about. Especially since I slept for almost 2 hours...and this seems like a 5 hour type tale.

Maybe I should stop eating chocolate ice cream before bed aye?

Oh and another fair warning: They're will be many OC's in this...Many OC's indeed. But their will still be your Oblivie charries.I assure you.

So, onward.

Dear father,

I'm afraid this the first, and most likely the last letter I have, and will ever send to you.

My town has been brought to shame because of my selfish acts..My curiosity, and most of all, my greed.

You've warned me about the Daedra...about the powers they hold. But my stubbornness made it so that I was blinded and deafened by your words.
Now, I've let a powerful and evil soul out, this soul is the very one who has cause my used to be humble church to be brought to shambles. I've should of listened to you from the start, and even now I wallow in self-pity...Which was caused by my horrible sin of pride.

the Only way for this madness to stop is for a hero to appear....A hero who is brave, pure, and innocent. This hero is the only person who could avenge our small town.

And only then, my damned soul would have the opportunity to achieve peace.

Your apologetic daughter,

Sabelene Lecour

.:BLU The pretender:.

"GAH!" I slammed my head down on the old wooden table, causing all the silver goblets, forks, knives, and plates to jump slightly. Nefrette, who didn't even notice that her lunch had moved 2 inches, plate and all, looked at me and chuckled. "Oh what's wrong now Blu?" My high elven friend asked. She took a bite out of her pork, her emerald eyes sparkled as she savored the taste.

I sighed. "I'm just SICK of all this training!" My brown curly hair cascaded over my face as I squished my face against the table. I nearly wasn't as pretty as my friend Nef. Her honey-amber hair easily out ruled mine. and her sparkling green eyes were way more graceful looking then my ocean blue eyes. Not to mention she was as delicate looking as a flower, with a thin frame, but reflexes and grace that outmatched even the Khajiits.

Nefrette chuckled once more, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. AH! Yet another thing she had that I didn't:

Manners.

"Oh stop complaining Blu..." She smiled. "Your not sick of it. Your just mad that they won't let you actually do some real fighting."

I clicked my tongue at her. "Well maybe if they had someone that was actually a challenge..."

"Why don't you try the new Argonian fellow? Breton Blue V.S. Stiff-Tale the Lizard. Now that would be a fight I would like to watch."

I rolled my eyes. "But he didn't even complete 3 contracts yet..."

Azzan came out of his office to get his share of nutrients, along with Cairo, my twin...From another set of parents, of course.

Cairo was indeed a different type of girl...She had blonde short hair, just like a boys, and brown gentle eyes that reminded me of my own chestnut horse. Although she was anything but happy. She had a pessimistic life style, and it never seemed to change.

Despite our different appearances and views, she was my twin, or at least, we pretended we were twins.

Cairo sat beside me with a stifled yawn, Azzan sitting beside Nefrette to look at the choices of scraps he could smother down his throat.

"About time you came out of that damned office." Nefrette teased, taking a sip of wine from her silver goblet.

"Really Azzan, you take work a bit to seriously." I lectured, taking a grape.

"And you hardly like to work at all." Cairo's thick Nord accent filling the room as she elbowed me in the side. Ironically, she wasn't a Nord at all, but a Breton just like I was. However, being raised in a place like skyrim, she picked up some things...Like an accent.
I punched her in the arm gently, and laughed. "I work. When I feel like it."

"Oh har har. You just work when Azzan forces you to get your lazy ass outside." Nefrette mocked.

Azzan chuckled and nodded in agreement at this, and I stared at them, acting as if I was hurt. "How could you say that? I'm just so worthless..." I let out a fake cry in anguish. Cairo elbowed me again.

"Oh stop it with your acting. Although that was a pretty good cry right there." She laughed.

"Really? I was just getting started."

Azzan got up, only after taking a couple of bites and looked at the three of us.

"Listen ladies, I have a contract that needs to be completed...But I'm afraid no one is capable of handling but you three...Are you up for it?"

Us 'ladies' scowled at him. We knew his game...

"What's the contract?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Azzan tended to make us accept a contract before telling us what it we had to do first...Which, the last contracts we've received definitely weren't my favorite.

"We don't have to go in another water filled cave to we?" Cairo asked. She hated water....and Caves.

Azzan shook his head. "No, you just need to help a markswoman out. Her name is Maeribell. She's at Skingrad's front gate waiting for you three now."

"We all are going?" Nefrette asked. Mostly, we'd complete missions ourselves, and any mission that required all three of us, meant it was something big.

Azzan nodded once more. "Yes'm, now go, it'd be rude to keep her waiting."

My two friends looked at me, and I shrugged, getting up. "If you say so..." They followed my lead as I marched out of the fighters guild, with my silver claymore sheathed on my back. Nefrette had her own set of arrows with a long bow made out of glass. While Cairo had her spiked club.

"I wonder what would be so important for all three of us to go..." Nefrette thought out loud.

"I dunno, but I bet it's going to be a water filled cave." Cairo sighed.

I looked at Nefrette, and she looked at me. We both raised our hand up and slapped Cairo in the back of the head.

"Shut up." I snarled.

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There you go. Chappy one. I'd make it longer but meh...I think this is a good stopping point.