DISCLAIMY THINGY: I soooo wish I owned Oblivion, but sadly, I do not. Other aspects I have graciously added for other gamers like myself, do enjoy would you? ON WITH A CHAPPY! (Hope you like the revised better, I know I do!)

Chapter 1

She sat on the massive steps of the castle and leaned her head on her hands. Everything had gone so wrong. She had never meant to end up where she was but she had had no choice. What had happened? She knew all too well what had happened. She had run out of options and the only way out was by joining the Dark Brotherhood. She had begun killing in the Arena after that sot left her outside a sewer and then murdered one of her teammates who had helped her out. It was a mercy to the poor Orc. He didn't want to live with himself after knowing what he truly was: a halfling vampire. Then when she became the Grand Champion she could only fight once a week. The thrill had gone along with all the money, for staying in the Imperial City wasn't easy, nor cheap. Killing other people from other teams didn't bother her. It was him, the Gray Prince. He had trained her how to lunge and block and. . .well, all sorts of things, he had been her friend after it all. It had taken her two years to fight her way to the top. Two years of bloodshed, entrails, and experience. Enough so that it had hardened her heart as well as her physical self. Only after she had killed the Gray Prince did Lucian show up. Her dreams were uneasy and burdened with an uncertain element until she had spoken to him. He had offered her a family that she could rely on. He offered her money. It seemed so long ago, now, even though it had only been six months. She had killed Rufio like he had asked and visited her at her camp in the mountains to tell her to visit Ocheeva in the "abandoned" house in Cheydinhal. She was on the run from the Imperial Legion Officers though. She hadn't been caught but she was just a suspicious looking sort. Not a whole lot of women go around in armor and have the skills with a bow that she did. Ocheeva would have to wait until she got this settled out. Oh well.

A lofty Jeral Mountain breeze lifted her red hair from her pale blue cheeks. She sat, and sat, and sat, and thought. The castle behind her stretched high into the sky. The name Frostcrag Spire fit it well. At least that's what the deed said. The deed that she had pick pocketed off of the Imperial man in the Imperial City. He had been a very hard mark, but she had seen the messenger run up to him. She had overheard the conversation that they had had. His great uncle had passed and he had left the Spire to him. He didn't even read the deed, and he was buying supplies to go off to Chorrol anyway. It was dusk when he started out. Her cuirass of Chameleon had made her nearly invisible in the oncoming darkness. The seal on the parchment hadn't even been broken. He was a handsome enough sort. He had long dark red hair and a bit of red facial hair. His eyes were a dark blue, piercingly so, as a matter of fact. His piercing stare was trained on the road ahead and seemed to be reading an invisible letter written in the sky. It was easy for her to slip her invisible hand into his pack and extract the parchment.

The road up to Frostcrag Spire was harder traveled and just by a hair's breadth did she make it up the vicious slats of ice and trudging through the knee-deep snow was like walking with two dead horses tied to each leg. She knew it would be worth it though when she got there. It just seemed. . . vast. It looked like a piece of a castle, just one big spire, and so dubbed. She had gotten the key out of the sealed parchment and opened the door to expect just a castle. It had been just a circular room with a large ice hand reaching up through the middle of the flag stoned floor. A book lay in its palm. She laid the deed down and opened the book. The letters glowed red and the circular room started to part. Wondrously, the rest of Frostcrag Spire opened up to her. Her safe haven would have been her torment if she hadn't opened that book, or, was it the deed and the book? She would probably never know. She allowed her power to flow into a glowing ball above her palm. Light spewed onto the floor before her and didn't reach the other side of the room. She conjured several of the power lights and went around the room trailing them. Some form of what would be a library was to the left. A table and more library shelves were to the right. The middle of the room was bare but for two portals to the left and the right, and raising about six feet from the floor was an altar and two smaller altars straight ahead.

She allowed her power to flow into the portal on the right. She was immediately transported to a master chamber. She was astounded by the luxurious detail that the uncle had bestowed to the overwhelming space. A large bed covered with fine green and gold silk, a large trunk set to the left hand side and a great hand crafted cupboard to the right, along with a hulking alchemical station, the Eternal Flame burning brightly in a patterned goblet, and, beyond a massive doorway, lay three huge circular stone diases, each holding a separate "garden." There were ingredients from Oblivion itself!

She had lain on the warm bed and thought nothing of her predicament and went to sleep. Oddly enough, even though it was called Frostcrag Spire, it wasn't cold inside (it wasn't warm either) but a kind of comfortable cool. The beautiful hand woven blanket surrounded her and a cloud of dreamless sleep enveloped her.

The morning sun warmed her red eyes beneath the lids and she woke. Now was the time to think. She went out on the steps and there she sat, thinking.

Her previsions were getting low. The road ahead was a long one and she probably wouldn't reach it to Cheydinhal on just those that she had. She had to find a fence, someone who would pay off the bounty of the murderer. She knew that the best place to look for a fence would be Bravil. She had heard of a Kajit woman there who helps out the beggars. And the best way to avoid the soldiers is to swim through the canal and under the massive outer walls. Even tho the town was poor and badly managed by a drunkard didn't mean caution could be thrown to the wind. Who knew what would-be-hero would come bounding thru?

No time like the present. She pushed herself up off of the stone steps and gazed at the beautiful sunrise before her. Going down the Jeral Mountains would be treacherous. Avoiding the Imperial Legion Foresters would be even more so. She would have to stay off of the roads and wear her cuirass of Chameleon at all times.