Hello there. I have written another story. What do you know?

Yes I'm aware I currently have a 179,000 (give or take) word fanfiction on Skyrim that's not close to half done, but I'll get back to it in time. Inspiration on that bad boy comes and goes, and seeing as I'm juggling about 7 projects at once, I do have to try to prioritise, as you do.

So, welcome to the story! Not starring - Helgen, a Dragonborn Main Protagonist, a Linear Story (hopefully), a boring hook chapter, tedious dungeon crawl descriptions and some other stuff I forgot to mention is not here! In other words, it's like the Legend of Varion, but like, with no Varion. This is a different guy.

This story is going to be primarily focused on one character, but with a lot more focus on OC's and my take on the world than my other work (at least where it currently is, the remake is coming). Let's see if I can recapture the magic of that first story and get this one rolling, aye?

The Hunt Begins

"Get away from me!" Virene cried, backing away from the two drunk Nords bearing down on her.

"Hush little spy. Your Imperial masters aren't going to save you this time, dark elf trash!" one of them growled and Virene recoiled at the stench of mead on his breath.

Rolff Stone-Fist. The top racist in this city. Oh how I hope you slip and die on these stones. Sadly the possibility of that happening before he crossed the distance and got to her seemed very, very unlikely.

"You two have no right to do this!" she protested, backing away further. Her back hit a wall and she gasped. She was trapped.

"You had no right to come to our country. So who's really in the wrong?" Rolff spat at her. His friend, Angrenor, laughed at his retort, finding it far too funny.

"These grey skins, talking about rights. It's funny, isn't it?" Angrenor slurred, having had a bit more to drink than Rolff. Either way, they had her cornered, and she had no idea what they were going to do.

"Please leave me alone" she begged quietly, sinking to her knees.

"Oh but we can't. See, we don't tolerate spies in our city" Rolff growled. With that, he threw a kick. It connected with her head, knocking her onto her side and dazing her. "We're going to get whatever secrets you have out. Then we're going to throw you out of our city."

They don't plan to kill me. I can crawl to Hlaalu farm, maybe get patched up-

"Off the docks" he added, grinning maliciously. Her heart sank.

They're going to kill me. I'm going to die tonight. The terror she felt now made everything she'd felt before in her life seem meaningless by comparison. No guards would come, they'd driven her deep into the Grey Quarter. It was unlikely that her fellow Elves would save her either, they'd picked a mostly abandoned part of town and struck in the dead of night. For as moronic as these two men were, they'd clearly planned this out.

As the two Nords walked towards her, she closed her eyes and prayed to any divine that would listen.

Please, someone. Help me.

"Now then little spy, how about you make things easier and come with u- ARGH!" At Rolffs scream of pain, her head shot up and her eyes widened in new terror.

A third figure had appeared, shrouded in black and currently had a hand wrapped around Rolff's throat. Angrenor looked at him, then at Rolff, and bellowed.

"You bastard!" With that, he took a swing. With ease, the figure quickly stepped back and pulled Rolffs face into the attack, resulting in the beggar punching his own friend with a satisfying crunch. The shadowy figure had released the neck in that moment, causing Rolff to go crashing to the ground, stunned. Virene watched in awe as the figure turned to Angrenor, who was currently only getting angrier.

"I'll kill yo-" His angry shouting was cut off with a quick jab from the newcomer which smashed into the beggar's nose. Angrenor howled in pain while Virene took the time to look at her possible saviour, or soon-to-be murderer.

They weren't a being of shadow, they were merely clad in black clothing. Armour by the looks of it, fairly bulky, yet they moved quickly. Before Angrenor could react, they had grabbed him, turned him around and delivered a devastating push kick to his chest. Angrenor went backwards at a fast rate, crashing into the same wall Virene had cowered against and his head snapped back, colliding with the cold stone with a crunch.

Based on his moans of pain, he was still alive, but clearly out of it. However, Rolff was back in the fight.

"Filthy Dark Elf lover! Filthy Dark Elf trash!" he spat, stepping into a (drunk and sloppy) battle stance. "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!"

The figure said nothing in response and Rolff seemed to take that personally. He came in, throwing a powerful right hand. Rolff was not weak, she'd felt his attacks before, but this figure grabbed his arm and stepped to his side in a near instant, sending his left elbow crashing into Rolffs temple.

Before the racist could so much as groan, the figure kicked the back of his knee and forced him to the ground. He held his arm at an angle so Rolff was forced to stay on his knees, unable to move or counter. She looked at his face and was shocked. Through the drunken stupor and the racist anger, she saw a deeper emotion. Rolff was afraid.

"Who are you? What in Talos' name are you?!" he shouted, trying his best not to wince in pain. Virene took his moment of incapacitation to get to her feet. She should've ran, but she couldn't look away from this scene, perhaps in some sort of grim fascination at seeing Rolff get his comeuppance. He struggled and cursed and swore, but this figure would not let go. After a few moments, it spoke.

"Your consequences."

The voice was deep, male, and rather was angry. Evidently, it scared Rolff as much as it did her.

As the shadowy man spoke, he accentuated it by punching Rolff hard in the back of the head, sending him down to the snowy ground unconscious. Then, to complete Virene's trifecta of heart attacks tonight, he turned and looked at her. She could faintly see his eyes through the helmet holes, they were blue and very focused.

Then he started walking towards her. Oh sweet divines, what does he want? Is he here to help? To rob me? To do worse?

"Are you alright?" he asked gruffly. It took her a few seconds to calm her nerves enough to answer, and to get over the fact that this big scary man was apparently a friend, for the moment.

"A bit bruised, but I'll be fine" she managed to answer. She took in more of his appearance now that he'd come closer. He was large, very large, towering over her, and he was indeed wearing armour, though it looked like nothing she'd ever seen. The metal was black, slightly gleaming in the moonlight and he was covered from head to toe, his face hidden from her. Most frightening of all were the small designs carved on the armour. She couldn't make them out too clearly, but the ones she could almost looked something like wolves, angry wolves.

She breathed deeply to calm herself, or try to. "Why did you do this?"

"I'm someone like you. Someone who wants to see things changed" he explained. "Only I have the power to do so," he added.

"You just attacked Rolff Stone-Fist, brother of Galmar Stone-Fist" Virene pointed out. "The brother of the Jarl's right hand man. You're going to be killed." To her surprise (or perhaps lack of surprise), the man shrugged.

"Maybe so. Let's see them chase a shadow." He glanced over at his victims, then looked back to her. She couldn't help but flinch under his gaze, even though his eyes were more or less hidden beneath his helmet. "Will you be alright to make it home?"

"Um, yes. Yes, as long as they don't wake up before I leave" she replied, glancing again at Rolff. He'd undoubtedly not take this well, but would he try to come for her again after what had happened tonight?

"Good. Stay safe" the man said with a nod, then turned and began to walk into the shadows he came from.

"Wait!" she called out. To her surprise, the man stopped, though he didn't turn to look at her. "Who are you?" she asked. The figure said nothing for a few seconds, then turned his head to look back at her.

"The Black Wolf." With those words, he clenched his right fist and then disappeared. Literally, he vanished before her eyes. She blinked, unsure as to what just happened but then quickly regained her senses. As she turned and began walking quickly towards her house, she couldn't get those last words out of her head.

The Black Wolf...

The story will continue in chapter two, same time next week.