This is the first fanfiction I've brought onto , and to tell you the truth, it really isn't all that. I actually don't know all that much about Morrowind, but hey, there's probably worse fanfiction on here. So, read, enjoy, and please forgive me if my request to enjoy my work seems impossible, pretty good for a fifteen year-old though, right?

-Billyez

Chapter 1: Moonlight

I couldn't remember exactly what was driving me at the moment.

Was it curiosity? Was it desperation? Didn't matter anyway. I had to think about the here and now. I needed to focus on my bleeding leg, and the damned beasts that were still chasing me through the night. Vampires I could deal with, I had turned that into an art for goodness' sake. These beasts were a different story; most vampires were easily spotted, and most were just bloodthirsty demons that lunged at you like they were just begging to be tossed away. On this forsaken island I had been stranded on I didn't know what to go on. Werewolves? Bah!

Werewolves

I placed my hand in the bag that had been with me for half my life and carried my most precious goods. At least thirty throwing stars were in there. I was surprised that I had not made any of my fingers begin to bleed because of my fumbling inside that handbag. It was instinct, I smiled, at least I had that left in me. I was in a bad situation; anything would've made me happy at the moment. Now the trouble was building off of that.

I sighed, and a howl chilled the air around me.

"Damn it." I sighed, my breath chilled before my eyes as it escaped me. I sent five stars fizzing away into the night, and by the screech that soared like my silver weapons had, I knew I had hit my mark. I had no time to celebrate; the snow was my own enemy. Of all the areas I had not been trained upon to tread easily, snow had not been a necessity. I wondered again why I had decided to go through with this. Once again, I realized it didn't matter. A Redguard male, with no parents, and no future, that's what he had said.

I didn't matter.

I looked around my surroundings; they were like wolves at least. If it were not for my training I would have known nothing about their positions, but even so, there are times when I wish I had not been so articulate in my studies, ignorance is bliss at times. I had to weigh my options while I had the time but it was tough to focus; the beasts had killed Zatron. The whole caravan was gone, as were my arsenal except for these few gleaming stars that I clung too, my cover was gone, but that was the last thing on my mind. They had killed Zatron, and now they were going to kill me. That was the order of my worries, oddly enough despite my own instinct; there was a small willingness to live, perhaps, more than I had wished.

I brought out my hand, and saw a prick of blood coming down from one of my fingers. At that moment is when they came at me; I knew now what kinds of creatures they were. Smart, they had surrounded the clearing that would be the place of my death. I approached it with apathy.

They were human-like; the fur that cloaked their bodies was that black fur that only a wolf had, and only a few were running on all fours, the others ran with ferocious speed. Not to say the ones who were going with their primal desires were not equally speedy. My hands worked like clockwork.

Three fell as two stars were buried in their chests.

They howled and raised their heads at the moon in their agony, it was a moon song

Beautiful

The best thing to hear before one should die.

I shook my feeling off and ended their notes short with three more stars; each ones hit their spot, their throat. They feel with a thud on the snow, motionless, yet the others were not mourning but coming faster. They were pushing me into the forest, I moved so my back would be to the hill; I was fully aware that either way, they would close in on me eventually. My belief was that I would be able to bring down more in my desperation where I could see all of them on higher ground, than in the forest, there own domain.

What I didn't realize was that, well, this whole damned island was their domain. Five more flicks of my wrist and three more of the creatures fell, not slain, as I could see as the other ones I had brought down were slowly getting up. I grunted in disappointment, I felt Zatron shaking his head at me; I was being careless, that's what he would've said. Even at this moment however, I could see nothing wrong with my actions, except for the few that brought me here. Nothing was stopping these accursed beasts.

"By the stars won't you ever die?" I yelled, and the last of my stars fell to the ground as I fell to the ground and screamed in stark, otherworldly surprise. My blood stained the ground, and before I could straighten up and face the beast before me he tore into my shoulder, and I screamed in pain as the blood flew in the air and my own blood came into my mouth as he brought me up in the air with the fangs buried into my flesh, and then there was darkness.