A/N- Hey, people! Thanks for keeping up with my story, The Elder Scrolls V-Skyrim-Endure! I really believe that this story is going in an excellent direction, and this chapter should give readers questions that will burn until the next chapter :) Thanks! And the Thrynn mentioned in this chapter is the one from the THIEVES GUILD, not the Thrynn earlier in the story.

Rayne awoke laying on a pile of hay, wearing a roughspun tunic. She looked in front of her to see a cell door, and a guard sitting at a table on the other side of the room. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinked a few times, then looked around her cell. There wasn't much. a slot in the bottom of the cell door was used for passing food, which came in small portions. Usually she was fed hunks of venison, some stale bread, and aged cheese. She didn't mind the quality of the food, just so long as she didn't starve to death.

She passed the time by twirling hay inbetween her fingers, pissing off guards, or just holding back her emotions after Thrynn's death. It became less difficult as the time passed, and she could go days without bawling her eyes out. The prisoner in the cell next to her's tries to comfort her when she cries, which sometimes Rayne will accept. Other times, she will yell at her to "Piss OFF!". Just the usual Rayne attitude, as some that know her would say.

A few weeks later...

Rayne awoke to the sound of keys rattling, then the click of a door being opened. She looked up, blinking away the blurriness from her eyes. The guard looked down at her. He motioned for her to follow, which she did. They bound her hands together with leather straps, and guided her upstairs, through a door, and into the Jarl's Throne Room, better known as the Palace of the Kings. The Jarl, Ulfric Stormcloak, sat upon the throne at the end of the room, speaking with his right hand man, Galmar-Stone Fist. From what Rayne could hear, they were discussing what to do with Solitude, due to the fact that they'd plundered it, and killed General Tullius.

The guard brought Rayne to Ulfric, who stopped his conversation with Galmar, turning his attention to Rayne and the guard. He signaled for the guard to leave, which he did, and to leave Rayne. Ulfric eyed Rayne up and down before speaking. "Who are you, and why are you responsible for three murders in my city?" He glared at Rayne, who did not respond. She just looked at Ulfric, then looked at the ground, pondering whether or not she should just make a break for it. Her chances of making it, however, were NOT likely.

"Well, girl? Will you not answer me!?" Ulfric got up infuriated, and approached Rayne. He gripped her arm, and she pulled away. Ulfric tried to grab her again, but she kicked his hand away, then chose to run for the exit. Two guards stood at the ready, swords in hands. As Rayne approached the door, they swung at her, missing, and she pushed the doors open, running past guards, and heading straight for the gates at the front of the city. There were probably more guards outside the gate.

She passed guards left and right, chasing her with swords, hammers, and axes. Archers fired arrows, but missed. When she reached the gates, she heard a scream behind her. She turned around for a mere second to see what it was when she reached the gates. A figure wearing black robes drove a dagger into one of the guards throats, then turned to Rayne. It motioned for her to leave, and she did. What she did NOT realize, is that the same figure had slipped a note into one of the raggedy pockets on her roughspun tunic when she passed it.

When she slammed open the doors that led outside, guards stood at the ready. She stopped for a second, maybe two, then dashed to the left, leaping off the bridge, and into the water below her. She immediatley began to freeze, swimming to shore. Her feet began to numb, and it ran up her legs, reaching her mid torso. She swam harder, faster, and reached the shore. When she got out, she cast a fire spell in her left and right hands, burned off the leather straps, and began to run the fire over her body, warming herself back up, then began to run again.

She made her way to the stables, crouched low to the ground. There were no guards nearby, and no one watching. She hopped onto the horse closest to her and took off, heading for Riften. She knew some people there, who could help her in her current situation.

A few hours later...

Rayne reached the gates of Riften, and dismounted her horse. As she got off, a slip of paper fell out of her pocket. She picked it up, and wondered why it had not gotten soiled when she jumped off of the bridge and into the water. She slowly opened it, and read what was on the parchment.

Rayne,

I understand you are in trouble. I can offer help to you, so long as you trust me. You're probably wondering who I am. I cannot divulge that in this paper, my identity must remain a secret until we meet. For now, you must go to the town of Riften. Meet me in the Ragged Flagon. We'll talk more when you show up. We'll see who gets there first, eh?

~A friend

Rayne read over the letter a few times before slipping it back into her pocket. Well, she was already at Riften, so there's no point in going anywhere else. SHe progressed up to the gates, and walked in. She made her way past a few of the towns folk, who simply nodded to her, or just ignored her. The market was lively, and people were looking over the goods people had for sale. It was early in the morning, and Rayne felt out of place in her clothing. She looked around the market, and headed straight for the Pawned Prawn. Not that they'd sell to her, after the incident with the Dwarven Urn.

Rayne walked inside the Pawned Prawn, and Bersi looked at her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, spite in his voice. Rayne paused before speaking. "I just need ome clothes, that's all." Bersi looked at her for a second, then headed to a room next to him for a half-minute, returning with a male belted tunic. What's with all the male belted tunics? , Rayne thought to herself. She shook her head, and took it from Bersi. She paused for a second, realizing she had no money. She moved her left foot, as if she was going to leave, but stepped on something other than the floor.

Rayne bent down to pick up the emerald on the floor, looked at it, then handed it to Bersi for pay. He nodded, and Rayne left. When she got outside, she turned to the left, inbetween the Riften fishery and the Bee and Barb, changed out if her roughspun tunic, and put on the belted tunic. Immediately, she had a rush of emotion. She had wore a male belted tunic when Thrynn was still alive. She shook her head, forcing back tears, and tossed the roughspun tunic onto the ground. She made her way to the Thieves Guld entrance behind Mistveil Keep. She pushed the button on the stone "coffin", and the floor slid back, opening the entrance. She descended, pulled the chain that shut the entrance, and entered through the stone hole covered by a wooden pallet, descending the ladder that took her to the cistern.

Rune was the first to recognize her. "Rayne! Where have you been?" Rayne waved a hand, and walked foward. Thrynn (THIEVES GUILD THRYNN) was firing arrows at a target, and he nodded to her. She proceeded across the Flagon's cistern, and went for the Ragge Flagon itself. She walked through the secret cabinet-door, and entered the Ragged Flagon. As written, the figure in robes was sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. Vekel was the only other person in here. Everyone else was nowhere to be seen. Rayne sat down opposite to the figure, and set the note on the table. The figure nodded, and took off it's hood. The figure's face was someone she had not expected to see.

A/N- Again, sorry about the short chapter. The next chapter should be longer. Please review who you think is under the hood! I sure want to know what your opinions are on the story so far, and thanks for keeping up!