Chapter 1

As a forward to you my readers, I must give a fair warning that this story will contain the following. Profanity, Sexual Humor or teasing, Adult scenes, Violence, and things along this line. If any of these topics disturbs you, do not continue reading.

For the start, this story is fair to be considered as Rated T for Teens, however as time passes it will evolve into Rated MA for Mature Audience. I will not give a warning of when this happens, partly as I'm still planning this as I go but also because I think the shock of the readers will make the scenes better.

As I'm still new to writing a story like this, suggestions and critique will be greatly appreciated.

I will try to upload regularly but I cannot guarantee that it will always work out.

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Clang! Clang! Clang! The Arena echoed with the clashing of steel and might.

Alisha drew back a couple of steps, panting slightly as sweat ran along her body, blood running from a cut in her arm. She stared at her opponent with eyes narrowing on them as they locked onto the orc, her grip adjusting on her handle of her blade for comfort as she steeled herself. The loud cheers of the crowd that could deafen someone fell almost silent on Alisha. Adrenaline had coursed through her tuning her out of the world that existed around her with all her attention on the orc.

Alisha flipped her shoulder length black hair back behind her as the two combatants slowly circled each other looking for an opening. She caught a glimpse of herself reflected in one of the polished mirrors on the post some combatants use for cover and gave a slight chuckle.

Despite trying to control her hair, it was just an unruly mess while her normally lightly tanned skin was covered in dirt, mud, blood, and sweat. The heavy raiment armor that had to wear was not a type of armor she was proud of, but it did nicely accent her small frame and slight curves. Her light blue eyes trailed away from reflection and back to the orc before her, ready to bring him down.

She charged into striking distance once more with the words of her mentor echoing through her mind, "Never let your feelings cloud your mind, your actions. Think and go with the flow." Finding herself dodging down to the right to avoid any oncoming attacks she kicked out her left leg to hook her heel against the back of the knee of the orc to imbalance them.

With his knee buckling the orc goes down leaving her an opportunity to jump on his back. Without hesitating or giving it a second thought, she jumps on his back, wrapping her arms around the neck of the orc while bringing her blade against his flesh right her hand. Legs on the ground between his to make sure he couldn't break free of the hold she brought her lips to one of his ears she simply hissed a warning, "Surrender or go home in pieces!"

After trying to buck the young Imperial from his back, the orc screams in rage before lowering his head to ground. In a loud and clear voice, he raises his head up to the man directing the fights and yells out "I surrender the match and fight to my opponent and the Blue team." Alisha stays on his back until the arena manager announces it to the crowds that she has won the match.

Alisha stood up, letting the roaring and cheering of the crowd wash over her, she could help but start smiling and laughing. This was it. She had just won that match that promoted her from the rank of hero to the awe-inspiring rank of Champion. She pumped her fists in the air, smiling brightly before she looks around.

Regaining her composure somewhat, the young woman stands upright, faces the manager, bows to him then bows to each side of the stadium before she makes her way down into the blood works. As soon as the door is closed behind her, she can no longer contain herself and lets out a mix of cheer and a happy squeal. She hurries down to the wash bin to clean her arms and face of the dirt, grime, and blood.

Alisha finishes cleaning and makes her way to the staging area only to be scooped up in a tight hug by her mentor while her friends and fellow arena members cheer and congratulate her. She starts laughing and, once she's put down, shaking hands and hugging her friends. To say this is a major event for the Blue team is no small wonder. Since her mentor, no one on the Blue team has risen to the rank of Champion due to the Yellow team snatching up all the good fighters first.

After spending a little bit of time celebrating her victory, Alisha and her mentor Bradim walk out of the blood works only for the young Imperial to be nearly tackled off her feet by her cousin Brianna. Alisha laughed and hugged her older cousin tightly while smiling her.

"I'm so happy you did it little Ali!"

"What have I told you about calling me that!" Alisha proceeds to slap her cousin's shoulder and arm as both girls laugh a bit.

"When you are done beating on me, your most beloved of cousins, I have something to tell you." Alisha slowly stopped slapping Bri's shoulder, tilting her head slightly to the left curiously.

"And just what might that be?"

Looking briefly at Bradim then back to Alisha, Brianna smiles widely. "Welll…. Bradim and I have gotten some friends, lots of nice and exotic foods and drink, and even a few bards-"

"The bards were your cousin's idea. Not mine."

Without out even bothering to glance at Bradim and talking over him Bri continues "and everyone is waiting for us to return to the family home on the other side of town!"

Alisha's face lights up and smiles pushing her cousin softly. "That sound awesome! Lead the way and let's get to it! Otherwise, knowing Uncle Drenat, he'll drink all the booze before the party even starts!"

As the trio hurries off the party, none of them look back over their shoulder. If they had, one of them may have seen the shadow that shifted away from the pillars near the arena and tail them, sticking to the shadows towards the gate leading to the next district of the city.

Kierana slowly follows the three people at a discreet distance, alternating between flitting between the shadows and milling in with the afternoon crowd where tangible. She slightly scoffs to herself shaking her head. "I can't believe some of my brother and sisters wear their usual garb when out in the city like this."

She keeps her eyes her target, the Nord male walking with the two Imperial females. Her original plan had been to challenge and take him on as he left the arena. That plan had quickly changed seeing him exit with the new Champion. She shook her head briefly, having watched the fight between the woman and orc and had even lost 20 gold to that fight.

She tailed the three of them closely but careful to not get too close to them while trying to plan out her next move. "If they're heading to a private party, I won't be able to poison him or take him down in private. Maybe I can dress as one of the house helpers. Otherwise I'll have to wait for him to leave which could take hours..." She slowed down but never took her eyes off the targets but looking ahead she can see the large building they are heading to.

"Based on the size of the house… and it's location… they likely have servants… but not too many that I would be able to slip in unnoticed. And it's private so I can't just waltz in there… Damnit… I might have to find a place to hunker down and wait out the party. Dull as that sounds… it's my only choice right now."

The young assassin turned her back on the building and looked around the city block slowly, trying to find a nice place to hunker down and lay low. She smiled spotting a nice-looking bar. She smiled and made her way inside the bar, ordering a small meal and drink before claiming a table next to the window. She studies the house where her target is in partying. She smiles to herself and decides to enjoy her dinner. Her target and objective can wait until later when he's weak and vulnerable.