Autor Note: Alright! I have just gotten my sis's laptop and have decided to start writing. This is my first Oblivion fan-fic, so I hope it's acceptable. I will be posting the first chappy as soon as it's finished. Please r&r and tell me all the mistakes I've made in spelling, grammer, etc. Thanks for reading! =)
Prologue
A woman cried one last time as the baby finally emerged.
The nurse smiled, the doctor cut the cord and the mother sighed with relief. The doctor handed her the child.
"It's a girl."
The woman smiled as the baby cried.
"She's beautiful. How's life my lovely?"
A man burst into the room.
"Emowyn? Emowyn!"
"I am here." Emowyn sighed.
"Is it a boy?"
Emowyn had no time to answer as another contraction started. The second baby girl emerged into life.
"Amazing, milady! Twin girls!" the nurse cried excitedly.
"Argh! Why must they both be girls? I had sought for a son!" the man cried, angrily.
Emowyn was about to answer, when she saw something that made her heart skips a beat. Only she noticed that her children had brilliant red hair and eyes the colour of nightshade.
She had feared this ever since she had fallen pregnant. She had also prepared a spell to mask these tell-tale signs. She cast it, unbeknownst to the people present, upon the mewling children.
"I wish to call the first child Eveandril, and my second-born Melyndra," Emowyn stated.
"Alright, my dear, you may have your will," the man turned and left the room, leaving Emowyn to her ponderings.
I hope Temundiin never finds out about this. Oh! How much they look like Jareyd. I wish he could have stayed for more than just the night. I wish he were the man I was married to, not Temundiin. Alas, he must return north, to Skyrim. I hope he made it home.
Eight years later
I can't believe I could be so stupid! I have put both my sister and I in the utmost danger!
It was our birthday today, and I had accidentally removed my amulet, which masked my appearance, revealing to my so-called father that we are not his children. And now, we are running from Valenwood, northward to Cyrodiil.
Six months later
We have arrived in a small town called Kavatch. So far, we have stayed only in the Waterfront District of the Imperial City and in Skingrad.
I fell to the ground in exhaustion and also because of my mal-nourished state. Melyndra was in a better condition than me, as I had starved myself to prevent her discomfort. She was all I had left, after mother was killed.
They said she had died of an unknown sickness, but I know better.
"Eveandril!" Melyndra cried.
She attempted to help me up, but I could not stand.
A boy came along the road. When he saw us, he ran to help my sister.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"She is too weak to continue. Can you help us to the chapel in this town?"
The boy turned his bright blue eyes on me, eyes that I would never forget, and that would make up the next ten years of my life.
He did help us, and, upon realising our condition, found us a family that would take us as their own.
He remained close to us and became my best friend.
Nine years later
He took my hand as we ran through the rain, laughing in our youth.
We danced outside the chapel, the droplets sparkling on his wet, brown hair.
"Take off your disguise, so that we can dance as our true selves," he said, his eyes sparkling with a slight mischief, and something I couldn't indentify.
I did as he asked, and we stayed there until the watch came, breaking our magic tune.
Six months later
I had lain in the bed and felt his arm around me, his breath hot on my back. I remembered the previous night as if it was still happening. Suddenly, his father called for him to awaken.
I had forgotten he was to leave today.
"I'm coming, Dad!" he yelled.
He turned and kissed me softly before standing to dress.
I followed suit and before I climbed out the window to avoid detection, he placed his lips tenderly against mine.
"I'll miss you," he murmured.
"And I you," I whispered back, and looked him in the eyes for, as I was to find out later, the last time.
I ventured slowly back to my home, but, when I entered my shared room, I saw a sight that changed me forever.
My sister lay strewn on her bed, covered in her life-blood. She had a clean cut across her neck and there was no sign of a struggle.
I must have screamed, because my foster parents came running.
Two days later, I left Kavatch on a mission of revenge. I would find the bastard who did this, and make him pay for the pain he had caused me. Because of a dream my sister sent me, I knew who had ordered the deed, and who executed it. I would murder the murderer first, with ironic justice. Then, I would go after the man who ultimately caused all my problems, which started ten years ago.