AN: Disclaimer: Bethesda Softworks owns Skyrim and all cities/characters that I may write about in this story, such as Dorthe, Alvor, Ralof, Riverwood and so on.I only made up the character Erianthe, so I guess she kind of belongs to me.

When Erianthe got up the path to the shrine she almost got a heart attack. Her eyes immediately got filled with tears and she got sick to her stomach and had to sit down on the grass where she stood. She put her hand on her mouth, to not throw up. This was the worst thing she had ever seen. The three worshippers, her friends, were lying on the ground by the shrine, pale and bloody… and dead. Erianthe cried out:

"NO!"

Who would do this, and why? These people would never harm anyone, she thought to herself.

She got up, still crying, and started looking around. She didn't know for what, maybe for a clue to who did this, or maybe because she still had the feeling that something wasn't right, she felt like she was being… watched. She started walking around a little bit and saw something in a bush, on a little cliff, a little lowered down. It was a dead and bloody man, with hooded dark blue robes on, almost black. He had some kind of… claws almost, coming out of his gloves, and there were golden details on his robes. Then Erianthe saw his face she was filled with hatred. His skin was kind of yellow, he was a High Elf, a Thalmor Soldier. She didn't really know much about the Thalmor, she only knew that her father hated them, like the true Stormcloak Soldier he was, when he was still alive. And now she hated the Thalmor too, because they had killed her friends. At least he is dead too, she thought.

Should I search him? Erianthe thought, maybe he has a note, orders, or something on him that tells why he would kill these worshippers.

Although she was very disgusted by even looking at him, she glanced back and saw her dead friends, and got the courage to search him. She crouched down beside the dead Thalmor Soldier and found a letter in a pocket. Just when she was about to read it, she heard something behind her. She immediately got back up and stuck the letter in her pouch that was hanging on her brown belt on her favorite dress.

Her dress was pretty simple, but yet so very beautiful. It was light blue, just like her eyes, and made of satin. The dress was embroided on the square neckline which barely sat on her shoulders with white, and it showed a deep cleavage. It was also embroided with white on the end of the sleeves, which were tight on her upper arm, but got wider when they got to her elbow, and long on the backside of her arm, in a triangular, kind of oval shape. Her dress fitted perfectly and tightly on her upper body and waist, and began to widen below her waist, with a short train on the back of her dress. She was also wearing her amulet of Mara, even though she wasn't looking for marriage. She valued her dress and amulet greatly, she had gotten them from her mother.

Erianthe laid her left hand on her steel dagger, even though she used it with her right hand when she fought, but she thought it felt better to have at least one hand on her dagger. She turned around, with her hand on her dagger, and saw five figures coming up the hill. She couldn't see who they were yet, they were too far away, but she got a bad feeling anyway, and glanced over her shoulder to see if she could escape that way. Damn. The cliff she was standing on was too high and steep, there was no way she could climb down. When the figures got closer and closer she took a harder grip of her steel dagger. The figures finally got close enough so that she could see them. It was the Thalmor! There were 4 Thalmor soldiers and one Thalmor wizard. The soldiers were male and the wizard was female. Mara, protect me, she thought. The Thalmor wizard stopped right in front of Erianthe, with two soldiers on both sides of her. She stared right into Erianthes light blue eyes, with her amber-colored eyes.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Erianthe just stared back, unable and unwilling to answer the Thalmor wizard. She was very afraid of the Wizard, she had never seen anyone use magic before, but she had read of it in books, and what it can do, such as flames, which was apparently very easy to learn. But she was even more afraid of shouting and a dragonborn, she had read of it too. Her grip of her dagger tightened. The Thalmor Wizard saw that she tightened her grip of the dagger and she let out a short, shrill laughter and said:

"A dagger? You think a dagger will help against us, the Mer? Don't be foolish girl."

"What do you want with me?" Erianthe said, when she finally got the courage to speak up.

"Well, that letter you took from my dead companion over there is the first thing I want from you"

"And what is the second thing?"

"I want you to tell me what you are doing here by the Shrine of Talos, do you worship Talos?"

"No I don't, I just… I come here to think of my father who was killed, he used to worship Talos." Probably killed by your kind, Erianthe thought to herself.

"Oh you poor little girl. Do you know that it is illegal to worship Talos? Do you know the location of anyone else who worships Talos?"

"No."

"Oh but I think you do. You will just have to come with us girl."

"I am not coming with you anywhere." Erianthe said angrily, while she drew her dagger.

"Ha ha ha, put that away. You will only hurt yourself."

"No, I will hurt you." Erianthe whispered, and took a leap forward, with her dagger in front of her.

Erianthe tried to hit one of the Thalmor soldiers with her dagger, but one of them punched her right in the face before she could hit any of them, and she passed out.