A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please read and review it
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please read and review it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion. All of the characters that aren't in the game are mine, though. Steal them, and I will have to hunt you down and stab you with a spoon.
The nights were always peaceful in Cheydenhal. The river that flowed through the town attracted fireflies, which lit up the water in a very serene way. Unfortunately, no person was outside at this time at night.
Except for one person…
The one person sat at the base of a large willow tree, looking into the river. His body was covered from head to toe in black cloth, making him look like a three-dimensional shadow. The man appeared to be deep in thought.
How could they? He thought. I can't lead a broken guild. I can't—
His thoughts were cut short as another person, this time a female in similar black attire, walked up and sat down next to the man.
"It's that time again, Listener." She said.
The man, Listener, as he was known to his Family, smiled. "You make it seem like it's a bad thing; that I'm the listener, and you're not." He knew he had hit a nerve of the woman's, but it didn't matter. Soon, he would have to leave again. It was his job, and responsibility, that he travels to Bravil, to speak to his Mother once a week. She was very wise, and she could give him advice on how to deal with this woman next to him, or any woman, for that manner.
"Anyway, I guess I will leave now. If I take Shadowmere, I should be back within a few days or so." Without waiting for an answer, Listener stood up and walked towards the gate.
Dareth sighed. His day was slowly getting worse by the minute, it seemed. First, it started to rain. Second, he lost his plans for an experiment he was working on only minutes before presenting them to the Arcane University, and now this. Someone bumped into him while on a stroll in the Imperial City, and took all of his gold!
The young mage leaned against a wall, his silver Dunmer hair falling in front of his face. These days always seemed to happen. To him. Well, it was better than last week. Last week he embarrassed himself in front of a noblewoman—one that he liked, no less.
"Hey, you." A voice called him out of his thoughts. "C'mere."
Dareth looked over towards the voice. It was a young Argonian, only about fourteen. However, unlike other Argonians, whose scales were vibrant red and green, the kid's scales were pitch black. The kid was holding a bulging sack in one hand.
Walking over to the Argonian, Dareth asked "Yes? Ummm, what do you want?"
Suddenly, three Imperial guards appeared, and before the Dark Elf mage and the Argonian kid knew it, they were being dragged off to the prison, for theft.
Aura listened to the fighting above the Bloodworks. The Bosmer heard the cheers of the crowd for the team that was winning, and the boos from the team that was loosing. It made no difference to her, though. It wasn't her fighting. Although rather tall for a Wood Elf, Aura was still considerably short compared to, say, an Orc.
The voices grew into a roar; one of the fighters in the pit was killed.
Aura's green eyes closed. She wouldn't be fighting today. Today was a free-for-all; a day where the pit-dogs fought it out. It was her job to clean up the bodies after, and heal the combatants; after all, she was a healer. She sighed as she pulled her light brown hair back away from her face.
Aura sighed as she trudged up to the bloody door, passing the winner on the way back. He gave her a wink and the Bosmer rolled her eyes. Most men did that to her.
Although he didn't take off his pants, like some others did.
After cleaning out the Arena, Aura decided to go for a walk. It was a mistake she would regret soon after.
Listener placed a hand on a large, black horse with red eyes. "Good girl," he whispered. "I'll only be gone for a little bit, and then—" He stopped as he realized talking to a horse was a sign to others that one was insane. "Well, I'll be back." He turned and walked into Bravil.
Listener wanted to gag. The whole town smelt/smelled of sewage. He found the very lives of the town's inhabitants pitiful. The lived in their own garbage, and they would die in it, too. There were plenty of beggars, too. There weren't as many as in the Imperial City, but the beggars could still crowd the streets. Every few feet, he was stopped by a beggar.
It took him about a half hour to reach his destination; the statue the townspeople call the "Lucky Lady". They had no idea how lucky they were to have her here.
Listener approached the statue and placed one black hand on the metal. An icy cold feeling washed over him. He heard a voice in his head.
(Welcome, Listener,) the voice, a woman's voice, whispered.
Night Mother, the Listener thought. There was no need for spoken words. The Night mother knew his thoughts. What would Sithis like me to do?
He heard a laugh from the world outside of his mind. Someone—a beggar—was laughing, running from guards with a purse in his hands. Listener rolled his eyes and listened to the Night Mother.
(Well, my child. I have a very special task for you.)
Yes, Mother?
(How do you feel about a client who is a Daedra Lord?)
A/N: Whoot! I am done with the first chapter! Yeah, you'll find out who some people are in the next chapter. So anyways, review! Oh, and NO Listener is not Listener's real name…You'll find out in, like, some later chapter…as soon as I think of a name…
Oh. BTW, Dareth, Listener, Aura and the Argonian kid are all mine!