Chapter 3.

A/n: For information that may be of use later in the chapter, Vvardenfell broke up with Ryan after she became the Winged Twilight, saying it was too dangerous for their relationship to continue.

Cal-isiri looked up at Azura. She used her slender, uncalloused hands to brush the hair from her mid-eye length bangs out of her eyes.

"What now, Milady?" She said, getting up with Skooma squirming in her thin arms. Clearly he was not used to her new touch.

"You will find what you need in Sadrith Mora." Azura said, before waving her hand solemnly.

All Cal-isiri saw was darkness, and infinite void of black. She was floating, floating farther and farther in the infinite night before suddenly she felt ground under her feet. The darkness faded into the light of sunrise on Sadrith Mora.

Cal-isiri looked around, the plantlike building seemed quiet, save for the few that had people coming out or in. Far off the bell of daybreak rang from Wolverine Hall. The cries of merchants advertising their various goods were starting to be heard.

"First task, a weapon." She said under her breath as she set Skooma down and let him run around her ankles as she walked to the nearest blacksmith booth. A man, his face wild with hair, was shouting at the redguard woman who was pointing to a guard with a frightened look on her face. The man, heavily clad in Nordic armor, drew his sword and threatened the woman. Cal-isiri ran forward.

"Stop!" She shouted as she reached the man, who had just raised his weapon. The man turned to look at her and burst into laughter.

"And who are you, little tart?" He said, smirking and putting his sword at his side, but not away.

Cal-isiri stood still for a second before reaching for a sword on the counter of the woman's workplace. She had long since passed out.

The man's hand was on hers before she could grab the weapon. Calloused and cool, she shivered in his grasp.

"Now, wouldn't want to cut ourselves now would we?" He said mockingly. Cal-isiri's face turned to a sneer before her lips pursed and she spit in his face. In the split second he was disoriented she picked up a sword, but as she brought it down it clanged in a metallic echo with the man's.

Forgetting his mercy, the man leapt from where he was, his sword moving almost too quickly for Cal-isiri's now untrained hands to keep up. Finally, her sword found the flesh of his arm, and it went just deep enough to knock him to the ground.

With her sword to his throat she stood for a second, though just when she was about to strike she was tripped from behind. Her sword went flying, and she went falling, till her face met the harsh, dry dirt of the street. She attempted to get up, but a boot met her back and made headache even worse.

She heard drunken laughter, then a short conversation.

"What now?"

"Should we kill her?"

"She's too pretty to kill…"

"Shut up Morvain, its all about the women with you!"

"I'll bet your gay, aren't you?"

The sickening crunch of a fist on a mailed stomach followed.

"Kill her, then."

Cal-isiri closed her eyes. After all she had done, all she had been through, this was the end, killed by a bunch of drunken nords.

The sound of running bone mold boots was heard. Four or five pairs of them, running in her direction. The metallic clank of weapon on weapon followed, and then silence. Cal-isiri opened her eyes, which, she realized, had been shut the whole time. Five guards stood before her, the dead bodies of the nords on the ground.

One offered her his hand. She took it and slowly staggered to her feet.

"Are you alright, miss?" Came a male voice from in the helm. The guards removed their helms. All of their faces were scarred, and there were men from all races.

"Get the Capitan, Borden." Said a redguard.

One of the men jogged off. The men and Cal-isiri stood in silence for a few moments before the man returned with another. This man had his helmet on.

"What happened here?" His voice was strong and clear, and sounded vaguely familiar.

"Attack, sir." Said another of the guards.

Cal-isiri looked up at the man as he removed his helm and almost fell back from shock and surprise.

A/n: We all know how I love my cliffhangers!