Hello everyone. Just to let you know I decided on a character change for Aventus. So if you see a name like Mordon or something, please mentally switch it to Aventus with my apologies and feel free to pm me to point out where I missed it if you feel like it. I just felt like I wanted to use a pre-existing character more than a brand new one. So he went through a slight change.

Thank you and Enjoy!

Chapter One

Twenty Years Later

Aventus Aretino had been hunting for so long he could not count. He had been on a great search. And it had brought him to this little bandit camp as he watched a small group of Kajiit enter with the intent of selling wares and entertaining the bandits. This was not the entire caravan. Most of the caravan had stayed on the main road, going to Whiterun to advertise their wares. Aventus watched a small cart pulled by a horse, with a cover over the top to protect the wares from weather. Rain and snow tended to strike on a whim in Skyrim. So this was a good choice. He moved closer, staying hidden in a rocky outcropping. The lead Kajiit was an old one with grey fur and a mustache. He motioned to the two body guards that had hands on sheaths, ready to attack if these bandits could not be trusted.

Aventus knew they could not be trusted. But the one they should be wary of was not fully visible. She was a female that stayed inside the covered wagon out of sight. This was Aventus's quarry. But he wasn't here to kill her.

Hastra took all day buying the wares from these bandits. The old Kajiit had been wise to only stop with a portion of the group. As night fell he watched a happy bunch getting drunk on the mead that Hastra sold to them, and evidently wanting entertainment. So it was time to pull out the secret weapon. First he had his body guards help him to set up a platform he had specially built. It hooked underneath and locked together from many pieces, providing a perfect surface that was clean. Hastra then held up his paws, "Ladies and gentlemen, I must bring your attention to a wonder of Skyrim. Born far in the distant sands of Elswyr, but growing up here in the comforting snows of your homeland Skyrim, she has mesmerized kings, jarls, and even the strongest of warriors. May I present to you, the greatest dancer in all the land, Illeya White-Snow."

That was her signal. Illeya stepped out of the wagon, body covered in cloth to hide everything except her eyes. The bandit looked to her, slowly becoming quiet as they waited. Illeya looked around with her blue eyes as she walked up on to the dancing platform. She stood, quiet for just a moment, waiting for these men to all fall quiet. Finally she let her robes fall, revealing her form. And she began to dance.

Aventus's wait had been worthwhile. All these long hours sitting in the rocks waiting for this female to appear had been rewarding. He watched a female Kajiit with fur as white as snow drop her robes to reveal very simple garments. She wore a loin cloth that wrapped around her body perfectly to hide her sweet secrets from the wandering eyes of these males. A wrap around cloth worked to hide her breasts as well, though every bit of fur was now exposed.

And oh, how she danced. Aventus stared in awe as she began to move, dancing with fantastic elegance and athleticism. From what Aventus knew of dancing, she had combined free style, belly dancing, and contortion into one elegant act that had every man mesmerized. It was so quiet that Modron could hear her soft feet every time they hit the ground. He watched as her body twisted into shapes he'd never seen and her breathing became faster. She could make jumps and twirls on that floor as if she were dancing on ice, spinning, twirling, and twisting. The things her body was capable of even had Aventus forgetting about everything except watching her dance. At times she turned, moving her tail to mesmerize her audience. Kajiit females took pride in their tails. A Nord man might talk about her butt or breasts or elegance. But a Kajiit male would speak of how smooth her tail was, how soft her fur looked in the firelight, and how she could dance to draw attention to her tail.

When the dance was over Aventus watched the bandits leap to their feet cheering and hooting and hollering. They were so pleased with her performance and Aventus felt his heart beat with excitement. As she began her bows, he watched how her face seemed elegant in itself. Eyes almost closed as she moved with the perfect grace of a dancer. He felt himself falling, grabbing the rocks to hold steady until he realized it wasn't a literal fall. He was falling in love with this beautiful female he had been hunting for years.

Aventus was jerked out of his reverie by a bandit's harsh words.

"Ow much you sell 'er for? I'd like a night with that hot piece of fur."

Hastra replied, "She is not for sale. Her dancing is what she sells, not her body. Do you think she could still dance after you brutalized her body? I think not. It is best to admire her from a distance."

Illeya was picking up her robes quickly, but she felt her power beginning to build. Which meant one thing, her life was in danger. And not a danger she could fight her way out of.

The bandit snapped, "Now 'ang on a mo'. You cannot just come in 'ere plying yer wares and not offer us a piece of that pie."

Hastra eyed the bandit, "Again I say she sells her dancing. Not her body. Do not ask again."

The bandit drew his sword, "Are you tellin' me you won't share? Boys, what do we do wiff' people who won't share?" Bandits began drawing their blades all over the camp.

Aventus put a hand to his blade, ready to charge in there to be the hero. But then his eyes were drawn to Illeya. She stumbled a little, and then fell onto the platform. Illeya lay there twitching and shaking as a guard quickly put a soul gem on her belly.

Hastra then said, "Sorry to say but your lives are now forfeit. Drawing your sword on our dear Illeya was a foolish move."

Aventus ducked behind the rocks as he felt a massive explosion of power. He looked up to see a dome spreading up. He looked over the rocks to watch as the dome seemed to spread outwards from Illeya. The three Kajiit held perfectly still, waiting. The dome spread out and up until it engulfed the entire bandit camp. Then it held there. Aventus watched as Illeya stood up, shaking herself. The dome was almost like looking inside a bubble. Their images were warped but he could still see. Then he realized that not a bandit had moved. They were all frozen in place. Including a bandit that had leapt off a table now was in midair with sword drawn and face twisted into a battle rage.

Illeya picked up the soul gem from the platform. She sighed, "Empty. Darn and that was the last grand soul gem I had left. Let's hope this haul is worthwhile." She smiled to Hastra.

Hastra had a look of relief. "Thank goodness. Last time your power activated without a soul gem you froze us in place and the saber tooth nearly ate me. We would not have escaped this fight then? Should we kill them?"

Illeya nodded, "They will come after us if we do not." She pulled on the robe, climbing into the wagon. She grabbed out her dagger, coming back out. But already the others were slitting throats. The time bubble would last a few hours. Illeya was exhausted from dancing but she went behind them to check that each throat was cut. The blood did not pour yet, it wouldn't until the bubble fell. Once every bandit had his throat slit, Illeya went about the job of cutting belts and removing weapons. She took weapons sheaths and all back to the wagon while Hastra went to the small weapons area. It had a place to sharpen blades as well as improve armor. He found a chest full of ores to work on weapons. He called to the guards to take the whole chest with them.

Illeya soon was finding purses of gold on these bandits, taking the small pouches and dumping them into a lockbox.

Hastra found more weapons. Steel would sell to just about any black smith who would melt it down to create new armors. So, even the battered weapons were loaded up into the wagon. Then Hastra came across a small enchanting table. Under the table was a chest. Hastra opened it, "Jackpot!" He motioned and Illeya rushed over. She squealed with delight when she saw the myriad of full soul stones.

"Oh joy Hastra! Now I can work on the new amulets for the girls. Oh wonderful day!" She helped Hastra get the stones on to the wagon. Once the camp had been picked clean of gems, the caravan began on its way. But Aventus knew where they were going. So instead he waited and watched.

It was about two hours before the dome began to fade. He watched as the men began to move slowly at first. And the blood began to come out of their throats.

The dome finally fell and he watched with excitement as these bandits began to die. Drowning in their blood as the air became thick with the smell. Aventus's heart sped up, his body becoming aroused by the sight of the mass chaos that one little Kajiit had caused. The blood came out in great gushes with the sounds of the dying, gurgling, choking men. Modron sat up, staring down until every body lay dead. Soon wolves and other animals would come and begin their feast. Aventus admired their ingenuity. After all, the jarl would not care about the death of a bandit group. In fact if the jarl wasn't so racist against Kajiit then he would probably have rewarded them. He moved away from the scene of mass death feeling renewed and reenergized. He had wanted to give up his search so many times. But when her image came in his dreams, dancing with the banner behind her decorated with a black hand, he knew that he had to find this beautiful female. She had invaded his dreams sleeping and waking. Nothing else had ever held his attention so well. And now that he had found her, he knew that it had all been worthwhile. That girl was a cold blooded killer, and he knew it was her duty to do what no one else had done in an eternity.

It was time to restore the Dark Brotherhood.