Part One, What is That?!
My name is Emmeranne, and I am a Dark Elf, or a Dunmer, as most in Tamriel would tell you. I am also the freaking Dragonborn, so there's that. As I ride my horse over the snowy planes of Skyrim, just enjoying my ride, I hear a sound like a hissing behind me. My horse starts to run.
I glance over my shoulder, and my blood becomes cold. There ... there's something chasing me. I pat my horse, a beautiful painted mare named Nuala, and she bolts ahead. Something is chasing us, something evil that wants to spill our blood. I know I can fight it, but ... if this is something that scares Nuala, I should not be just dismounting and charging at the beast.
I need to run right now. As I ride hard, my horse's breath and the sound of her hooves hitting the snow, the only sounds I can hear over the roaring in my ears. But then, as Nuala reaches a river, I look back, and see that the monster is very close to us. And then, I realize what the thing is.
No ... a werewolf? How? Why?
The monster wolf lunges forward, tackling Nuala and me to the ground. I scream as it tears into her, and her screams shatter the calm, cold air.
"No!" I shout, and I unleash my Unrelenting Force Shout, which hurls both Nuala and the werewolf off into the distance, at least fifteen feet. I jump up and run after them, but the werewolf recovers too quickly. It pounces on her, and I draw my daggers out and strike the beast's side. It drops Nuala and turns slowly.
"Leave. Her. Alone!" I shout again, bringing my daggers down on the werewolf's neck.
It screams. "Leave my horse alone!"
The werewolf slashes me across the face, and I collapse to the ground in the snow, turning the white powder red. Looking up as the monster bears down on me, I stab my blades into his chest as the werewolf pounces on me. It roars so loud I fear my ears might bleed, but then I roll away as he collapses to the snowy ground, now streaked with red.
I wish I could help Nuala, or maybe put her out of her misery ...
But then, I am consumed by darkness.