Preface

There is something you need to know. Fanfiction sucks, sucks more than a JAV idol does. But JAV idols are hot, and everybody loves JAV idols. So I try writing a fanfic meself, it's about Aela the Huntress and my character Elynol whom no one gives a fuck about. Yeah but if you do, thank you. Let's begin.

I.

The Whiterun stronghold is still so far away. Elynol was heading to the Jarl's quarter to deliver an important message to the Jarl himself, Balgruuf. She was one of those delicate girl from central Cyrodiil who was driven from her homeland with a broken heart, like a hungry baby skeever whose mother had been brutally murdered by an animal exterminator while she was getting her little baby a rotten carrot.

Amnesia strikes her hard. She remembers nothing but the day she was almost executed, by a bunch of Imperial dicks. She is an Imperial herself, so maybe her ma and pa were also Imperial, and they might be both death. Actually she doesn't remember if she really has any parent, but it she find it exciting to think that way.

"Why Imperials enjoy killing each other so much?"

Elynol thought to herself. She is not tired nor scared, although the path in front of her was so dark. Life cannot be crueler to her, so death is only a destination, not a terminal.

A group of warriors were fighting a Giant. They have all decent clothes and gear, and do not give a damn. Elynol feel so embarrassed because of her rags and the dull sword she has just looted from a dead Imperial yesterday, but she joined the fight somehow. With a grin, she look at one of the girl:

"Need any help, lady?"

"My guild master does not allow me to talk to stranger." The girl in hide armor answered with a sulky voice.

"I am not talking to you, I am talking to the one next to you." Elynol said, and caught a glimpse of the tallest girl among them. She is also the most beautiful.

"Come on, Njada. Look at her, she cannot harm you." The red head finished the giant as she said, with a smile. "I don't think we need help. But thank you anyway. You can keep the Giant's toe."

"Who are you guys?" Elynol asked.

"We're the Companions." Said the red head. "I am Aela. This is Athis, and this is Njada. And my best friend Skjor."

"My name is Elynol. Nice to meet you."

"Well… I suppose you are new here. I've been in Whiterun for ten years yet I've never met you. You've never heard of the Companions?"

"No. But I've heard about you, you are the most beautiful woman in Whiterun."

It was too dark so Elynol couldn't Aela blushing under her war paint, but Athis the Dark Elf could. He said: "Elynol, would you like to join us? Aela seems to be interested in you."

"I am honored to join you."

"So please come to Jorrvaskr tomorrow. I'll have some words with our Habringer, Kodlak. Let's go home, Aela, or else Skjor may punish me for hunting with you for too long." Athis bid Elynol goodbye with a bow.

The next morning, Elynol came to talk with Kodlak. So far, so good. Although the guild has grown accustomed with Elynol, Skjor sometimes looks at her with distaste: "So Aela actually makes that new whelp her little pet?"

"Yeah, Skjor. An Imperial. As a Nord, I feel deeply offended by the fact that Aela actually helped a phony Imperial to join our guild." Njada answered with a wry smile.

In the midst of Njada and Skjor's conversation, Elynol walked in. She asks where Aela is.

"I don't know. What do you want from her?"

"She promised to give me an archery lesson at dawn… but I was too tired yesterday, so I kind of overslept. Where can I find her?"

"She's probably killing frost trolls near Hrothgar, I suppose." Njada giggled.

"Njada…" Skjor murmured. Njada pinches his right arm, and raised her voice: "So what, are you afraid of frost trolls? What kind of Companion are you?"

"Well… I'm fine with any kind of trolls. Thank you very much." Elynol says, and leaves the place. Njada and Skjor laughed out loud, but soon get nervous.

"It's dangerous out there. What if she dies?"

"Then you're to blame, Njada. But you just need to tell Aela that she is incompetent, and I can fabricate the rest of the story." Skjor answered.

It has been a week since Elynol's disappearance. Aela has given up blaming herself, and started to assume that Elynol is now dead. And besides, there are much more things to be worried about. Like the comeback of dragons and the Stormcloak rebellion. To be honest Aela does not give a damn, if today is the last day on earth she will still go hunting .

When she got back from her daily hunting, she has a weird dream. She was fighting the dragons with someone, but as that person turned his head to her, she was waken up by the sound of someone shouting: "The Dragonborn has comes!"

The dragon attack last night has shadowed Whiterun with fear, but young girls don't seem to mind. They were talking about the Dragonborn. Three girls were sitting in The Bannered Mare with some of her friends, probably chatting nonsense like any normal, boring day.

"You always wake up early in the morning, Ysolda. Did you see the Dragonborn? I've heard that he left at dawn, right after defeating the dragon." Olfina asked.

"Unfortunately no, but was told by a guard today that the Dragonborn is actually a woman. She was irresponsibility and frivolous enough to use her special power in front of the Jarl's housecarl… shouted her two miles away!" Said Ysolda.

"I don't know what's the fuzz all about. It was only a normal dragon, not Alduin. We Companions can defeat it, we don't need any Dragonborn. Aela, Vilkas and Farkas can BBQ anything dare to stand on our way. And don't forget Njada!"

Ria was not impressed. She's new to the Companions, but her enthusiasm is greater than the rest of the members' in sum. It was a pity that no Companion was there to defeat the dragon. She comes back to her guild and thinks of asking her mentor Aela why the Companions never get involved with such things.

"Ria, that's not our guild's business." Said Aela, bitterly.

"So what are our business anyway? Hunting bears and wolves? I know we are capable of killing dragons!"

"That's what the Dragonborn is for, not us. And I don't want any shield brothers or sisters get involved in danger. You haven't forgotten Elynol's death, have you?"

"It's because she's stupid. She should have listened to Njada and Skjor and stayed home."

Aela told Ria to leave, and slammed the door really hard. She never wants to be an emo but sometimes her beast blood prevents her from staying calm. At midnight, she often sneaks out of Whiterun and turns her beast mode on to BBQ the Silverhands to ease her mind when hard times strikes. Skjor is always behind her, yet today he pops up in her face, with a grin.

"Aela, I've never seen you in such a mood."

"Fuck off, I know what you've done to Elynol."

"I did nothing. I just told her where you are. I am not responsible for all this. Anyway, we haven't find her corpse. Maybe she's still alive."

"If she is, she would come back to Jorrvaskr."

"Oh, what makes you think she would? That sounds comical to me. She was a spoiled child all the time, always sneaking around Jorrvaskr and trying to steal from Njada or Ria. Her type should fit better in Thieves' Guild or the Dark Brotherhood. You pampered her too much."

"Maybe I did…" Aela tried to hold back her tears.

"You know what, I find you in werewolf form more natural. I find myself uncomfortable in human form too. Wait a minute, I'll transform so that we can go hunting Silverhands together." Skjor comes closer, and touched Aela's face.

Then the two werewolves vanished in the wood.