Author's Note:: Before you go and question why I deleted all the other chapters, I did it for a reason. The prologue changed a bit, maybe not by much but it changed. I'm hoping more people will read and review it when I get the new and improved first chapter posted. *crosses fingers* I hope. Here's the prologue, enjoy.

The Tale of Lavvana Blackmoon

(Thought by Lavvana)

Prologue

My name is Lavvana Blackmoon. I am Breton that is seventeen years-old who lives in Skingrad with a person she's proud to call a friend... a lot better than calling her a servafnt or slave actually. Anyways, picture this: not only am I a Breton, but I have dark violet hair that is usually up in a neat organized bun. It isn't today though. In fact, it hasn't even been in a bun for several weeks now, let alone brushed. My eyes are a piercing blue shade... or they had been three weeks ago. My friend, Eyja, has been a wonderful friend to me and has been trying to get me out of my sorrow or drunken stupor. Currently, I'm drowning my sorrows in Tamika's delicious wine. Best wine maker in Cryodiil... or so I think, but I don't like too much wine, so I occasionally switch to ale.

I have a twin that looks exactly like me, but is sweeter, kinder and more... approachable. Has been for years. She's the arch-mage up at the university in the Imperial City. Not very good at it though, mainly because the only magic she's good at is restoration and a bit of destruction. We should really go around and finish closing the Oblivion Gates that are left open... nah. Too much of a hassle, and I'm sick and tired of watching out for her ass when she goes 'ooh, stinkhorn' or 'I need that, give me a second'. Her name's Alexira. Like I thought before, we're twins and look exactly the same. Our attitudes and personalities differ though. She frowns upon killing, but smiles upon me running the Fighter's guild and being the Grand Champion in the arena. I frown upon the usage of magic, but grin at the mere thought of killing. It's a rush, it gets the adrenaline flowing and you feel happy when you see the river of blood flow from your victim's wounds. She would rather electrocute or fry her target compared to getting into close combat. Hah, so much alike yet so very different. Strange thing is... three people know that I murder for fun, for pleasure, and just for the hell of it. Eyja, Alexira and Modryn know that I kill, and still act like nothing ever goes on.

I haven't been outdoors in awhile, well neither has Eyja unless she finds a way out and goes to restock our food supply. I've boarded the windows up and locked the balcony door. The only source of light is from a torch or from the fireplace when I decide to light it. I have everything I need here, comfort from a friend, food, a warm home, and drink. Still, Eyja says that I should really seek comfort in my twin or even my second-in-command, Modryn. Why would he care, you might ask. Well, I'll tell you why he'd care. The arrogant bastard has changed over the last few months since I inherited the Fighter's guild from Vilena Donton... granted he might not give a shit if I'm paler than an albino horse, or that I am always getting hangovers in the morning or evening.

Okay, as I hinted to earlier, I am the Grand Champion. I run the Fighter's guild and... sadly, I am the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood. Where I go, is where I go. Although, now that I think about it, I haven't been to Bravil in so long... or Cheydinhal either. Modryn's most likely repeating last month's orders, like it matters now. I remember the beginning... before I was a part of the Dark Brotherhood... before my life changed.

"Eyja! Fireplace needs to be fed again!" I called out to the Nord? Is she a Nord? I can never remember. She is taller than me, so maybe she is a Nord... I don't know. Back to the beginning.