This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it!

By: maskmaker88

I do not own oblivion in any way other then owning a copy of the game

Chapter 1: Encounter

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The road was dark as he walked down it. It was dirty and wet, blood stains could be seen everywhere but he didn't care. As he continued down the road he noticed some dead bodies strewn about. Some were pinned against some trees, some were cut in half, and others were just covered in blood.

He was used to seeing worse things than this which is why he did not care much for the dead innocents. No, in his eyes there are barely any innocent people in this death-bound world. The path was getting darker though it was only 3:52 p.m. he didn't care.

Suddenly in the corner of his eye he could see movement. For about 3 minutes he could hear the footsteps from behind him but yet again, he didn't care. After 10 minutes, the footsteps were louder and beginning to become a nuisance for his train of thought. After 13 minutes he couldn't stand the annoyance of the pitter-patter of the feet.

He could tell from the sound the footsteps were making, that the pursuer was wearing rusty iron boots, a terrible choice of sneaking foot-wear to use. However the sound of the rusty metal boots scraping against the gravel road was enough to drive SHEYAGORETH himself insane.

He finally stopped, he could hear the footsteps stop as well and then he heard them start moving towards him slowly. The footsteps stopped 3 inches away from him. It was at this point he could hear breathing; it was easy to figure out that the breathing was that of a female, yet he could not figure out what race it was.

His breath could be seen as he sighed as if the temperature was -30. Even though he was wearing a Dwarven helm, the white smoke-like breath could be seen as clear as day. "What do you want?" he questioned. His voice sounded like that of an Imperial but different somehow.

"100 gold coins" the voice said in a deep accent. "I know you're a girl, that voice isn't fooling anyone" he said. He heard the boots tremble in surprise. "H-how did y-you know?!" the voice demanded. "I can tell..." he said.

"Well it doesn't matter that you know my gender! I want those coins and you better give them to me!" the voice shouted in a thick accent. After hearing the voice's accent, he now knew enough.

"If you leave now I won't kill you... Khajiit..." he said while slowly turning around. In front of him was a female Khajiit wearing rusty iron boots and half a set of leather armour, the currios and the greaves. In her hand was an iron dagger. She had no shield, helm or gauntlets. Her eyes widened as she heard what he had called her.

"Ho-how d-did-" "I have ways..." he replied. The Khajiit stood in shock. 'How in oblivion did he know what I am without seeing me?' she thought. 'My accent isn't that thick. Is it?' "...I'll say it again. Leave me alone and I won't kill you..." he said. "I-it doesn't matter if you can tell what I am, I want that money!" she said pouncing at him with her dagger aimed for his heart.

Clang! She was surprised to see the person she tried to attack defending himself with a Daedric long sword. 'What! How'd he do that?! I know I didn't see any bright light so it couldn't be magic. But there's no way in hell he was able to grab his sword, unsheathe it, and prepare a stance to defend himself so quickly. So how did he do it? And what's with him having a Daedric sword?' she thought.

His strength was over whelming for her, she knew she couldn't hold her position, let alone defeat him. Suddenly she felt a chill down her spine. She couldn't tell how she knew this but she felt as if he was starring her in the eye.

He looked through his helm, though it seemed dark within his helm, he could see picture clear. He looked into her eyes and noticed she had an unusual eye color for a Khajiit. She had sapphire blue eyes with a tint of purple, like precious gem stones. And the pupil, like all Khajiit, was the shape of a diamond.

Suddenly he heard something. It was quiet at first but it got louder and louder. The sound was in his mind. Finley the sound was loud enough to make out. It was laughter. But not just any laughter, it was a horrid menacing cackling. It was the most horrid thing he ever heard in a long, long time. She could feel his grip on his blade weaken.

'This is my chance!' she thought. She held onto the dagger tightly with both hands. She slowly peeled her left hand off the handle of her weapon and made a fist. She swung her fist towards his stomach as hard as she could.

PFFT! The laughter in his head stopped. He looked down only to see a fist tightly pressing against his stomach. She smiled. 'Yes! I got him! Now all I need to do is cut him with my dagger an-'"gurk!" she shouted as he grabbed her throat. She clawed at his hands but couldn't make him let go.

He raised her up, still holding tightly onto her neck, and ran towards a nearby tree. He pinned he against the tree as the sound of her skull smacking against the dead, hollow oak echoed. "No one has laid a punch on me in over 10 years..." he whispered. "Consider yourself lucky..."

He then stuck his sword an inch away from her head. The heat emitting off the Daedric blade was singing the tips of her fur. He removed his blade from the tree and held it back ready to strike.

Suddenly he stared in her eyes yet again. This time he did not hear laughter, but humming. The sound was a sweet tune which echoed through his head. He stood there silent, then he let go of her. She fell to her knees gasping for breath. After she caught her breath, she looked at him turned away from her. He pulled out a small coin bag. He tossed it behind him. Coins spilled out on the gravel.

"...There's about 200 gold coins in there... take it and leave me... and never try to find me ever again..." he said walking away. She looked at the coins in confusion. 'What was that about?' she thought. 'He was seconds away from killing me, and then he stops and gives me the money?' 'Why didn't he kill me? Not that I'm complaining but still, what stopped him?'

She began to pick up and count the coins. '25, 50, 75, 100, 125, 150, 175 gold coins!' she counted. She stood up and brushed the dirt and pebbles off her armour.

'Well, I better get ready for someone else to come by.' 'Still..., why did he just let me go? He obviously had the upper hand, and he just let me go. Why? It doesn't matter anymore; I've got my money so I should be happy... I should be...'

She stood there starring at him; the distance between them wasn't that long. 'What am I thinking?!' she thought. 'I'm a highway woman and he tried to kill me! If I follow him, he'll probably chop my head off!' suddenly she started walking towards him, quietly hiding behind tree to tree.

After 10 minutes of this he stopped again. "I gave you your money, what else do you want from me?" he said slightly turning his head. She didn't answer. "I told you to leave me alone Khajiit. Are you here because you want more money Khajiit? Was what I gave you not enough Khajiit? Are you going to keep following me until you have every gold coin I have Khajiit? Are you that greedy Khajiit?"

She still said nothing. "I know where you are Khajiit..." "Stop calling me that!" she shouted. She ran out of her hiding place, ran in front of him and stopped facing him. "I have a name!" she yelled. "I don't care who you are, leave me alone..." he said. "Why did you let me go?!" she asked. "You had the upper hand, you had the better weapon, why the hell did you let me live?!"

"Did you just pity me so much that you thought I wasn't worth killing?!" 'What the hell am I saying?' she thought. He said nothing. "Tell me why!" she demanded.

"Why did you let me go?!" "...I can't tell you that..." he said. "Why not?!" she shouted. "...That's none of your concern..." he answered. "Then I'll keep following you until you do tell me!" she replied.

"...if you follow me, I'll kill you..." he said. " Then you'll just have to kill me right now wont you?" she said. 'I hope I'm right about him' she thought. She kneeled down on her knees and head facing his face.

"There's only three ways to get rid of me" she said. "Kill me, tell me the truth or..." "Or what?" he asked. 'damnit! I didn't think about a third thing!' she thought. 'Come on think, think, think! I got it!' "Or... pay me" she said. "How much?" he asked. She stood up and said "10,000 gold coins..."

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Thanks for reading. Chapter 2 will come soon!