Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while…Skyrim sorta dominates my life right now. Playing it, I mean. Not writing fanfics of it, sadly.

But I swear to try and update more often! What has it been, a few weeks? That's too long…

Anyway, hope you enjoy this little chapter I put together especially for you :D

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"Speak with the Legate Rikke." Was all Tullius said when Cynn implied that she wanted a mission. Tullius seemed busy, his eyes glued to the table which portrayed different settlements and cities, all of which having a single blue or red marker stabbed in the center of it. Well, all except for Whiterun.

Cynn smirked momentarily, before turning to look at the Legate. She was an able-looking warrior, and her armor was battleworn from probably countless bloody battles. It would have been tricky to kill Tullius while she was there, anyway… Cynn reflected, remembering how Lucien had wanted her to kill Tullius in full sight of everyone.

"So, you're the Dragonborn, eh?" Rikke commented as Cynn made her way over.. Cynn nodded curtly, but didn't say anything. "I suppose you're looking for some sort of mission? Well, don't think that just because you're the Dragonborn I'm going to make this easy for you."

"I understand." Cynn said shortly, holding her hands behind her back, awaiting her orders. It almost made her feel sick, the thought of doing what somebody else wanted her to do. She didn't like following orders; she was above such things.

"Good. Now, what I want you to do is clear out Fort Hraggstad. Do you know where that is?" Rikke asked her, and Cynn felt the Legate's eyes trying to see through her.

"Yes." Cynn replied quietly. "What's at Fort Hraggstad?" She couldn't help but inquire.

"Bandits. Lots and lots of them. Kill them all."

"Isn't that a bit…challenging for an initiation?" Cynn asked slowly, her brow furrowed.

"Well, yes, but I kinda' like you. I'm not going to pretend that you're just a regular initiate. You kill dragons. I expect you can handle a fort of bandits."

"You won't be disappointed. The fort will belong to the Legion in no time." Cynn said, a small smile curling her lips. At least this mission was something that she enjoyed doing.

"That's what I like to hear." The Legate said, a smile upon her lips as well. Cynn's smile faded as she turned away, and she prepared herself for the battle ahead.

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Fort Hraggstad was a gloomy, forlorn looking place, at least from far away. As she was coming up to the Fort, Cynn pulled out a bow and a handful of steel arrows. With a blatant smile on her face, she shot all of the bowmen, one by one, right in the head. She watched as they too tumbled and died. She then put her bow and arrows away and pulled out her Blade of Woe. She crept up to the fort, and she could sense the alarm radiating off of the place and it's inhabitants. With the most menacing smile she could manage, she strode into the encampment, her eyes flickering from one frightened face to the next.

She didn't say a word as she dove into battle; she didn't have to.

She sliced and cut and severed and decapitated, that smile still plastered to her face. How she loved watching the lifeblood of her victims trickle out of the wounds she left. Sithis will be pleased, even if she was following orders. He would have to be pleased, with so many sorry souls falling into the Void.

When she had finally finished, and was sure that no living being remained in the area, she left the place, kicking any bodies she could as she passed. She'd made a fair amount of gold this day, nearly 300 septims. Her mouth started watering as she remembered the supposed 15,000 septims she would get for the death of just one person; Tullius.

Cynn fingered her blade as she walked back to Solitude. Her face was tired and she was feeling a little lightheaded. Perhaps she had outdone herself? After all, it was rare for her to go straight into an actual battle like that. She was much more used to skulking in the shadows, killing when it was only too easy.

She wasn't meant for battle like that…

With little deliberation, Cynn decided to set up camp when it became dark. She was tired and she missed her family. How she missed them…

She fell asleep with little effort; almost as soon as she had the bed made was she curled up inside it, a fire only feet from her, warmth flooding her. But for some strange reason, her inside remained cold. Her core never warmed up.

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When Cynn awoke, she awoke in a completely strange and forlorn place. Her wrists were firmly strapped together, as were her ankles. She had also been liberated from her shrouded armour and was now donned in rags.

She blinked several times, willing herself to wake up, before she realized that it was not a dream. She looked around the room that she was now in. She was dumped somewhat uncomfortably in the cold corner, the stones of the wall pressing coldly against her back. There were no windows, and there was only one door.

Someone emerged from it.

"Hello, Cynn." The man said with a cold voice, his ragged black hair falling into his eyes, his crisp blue eyes staring at her icily. She winced at the mention of her name. This person knew her.

She chose not to respond, and instead proceeded to try and fight out of her bindings. It only took her a few moments to realize her effort was futile.

"I see you've found out that you won't get out of those bindings anytime soon. Congratulations." He murmured almost warmly, taking a few steps over to her. He crouched down and looked her in the face, and she snarled, her expression malicious.

"Oh, gee, you're so scary, all tied up like that."

"You don't know what you're getting into…" She warned, scowling at him.

"I rather think I do. I'm speaking with the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, am I not?" He asked rhetorically. Cynn looked away from his pale face, her eyes resting upon the wall.

"What do you want?" She decided to ask, still staring at the wall.

"Me? Oh, I just want to know who hired you to kill everybody in Fort Hraggstad. See, I would suspect it being the Legion's doing, as I've expected them for monthes, but no, I doubt they would hire somebody like you. I found something in your clothes…a note, from Ulfric, permitting you enterence into all of his encampments. Was it him? Did he send you?"

"I don't have to tell you." Cynn said, still scowling at the unknown man.

"I think you might want to." The man said, smiling, as he pulled out her very own Blade of Woe from behind him. Her eyes widened. He wasn't really going to try and…and torture it out of her, was he?

He ran a finger along the blade, just as Cynn had done so many times when she was feeling thoughtful. Her scowl turned into a look of pure disgust.

"Stop that." She couldn't help but let the command slip out of her mouth, and before she could even cringe away, her own blade ripped through the rags she was wearing and dug deep inside the side of her waist. She felt for the first time the sheer bite of the blade, the corroded edges digging into her flesh. She felt the blood drip down her side, the warmth of it almost tickling her. Her breath suddenly felt ragged and forced, and shock began to envelop her mind. She couldn't speak, she could hardly breathe, and she couldn't move. It was somehow overwhelming to her, even though the situation itself wasn't that horrible, as it was only her life in danger.

"I don't care who sent you anymore. All I care about it that I avenge my people. You're going to die, Cynn. You're going to die, and so is everybody else in your little family. I'm tired of that brotherhood of yours, and it's time everything end—" He was cut off as the door behind him creaked open.

"What was that?" He demanded to know, glaring at her.

She just shook her head. She did not know. She feared that she didn't know anything anymore.

The man straightened to his feet and strode to the door, poking his head out of it.

And suddenly, without warning, there was a sword protruding out of his midsection.

Cynn, who was starting to believe that everything was just some demented dream that she was going through, was starting to shiver horribly.

With one last moan, she closed her eyes, slumped against the wall. She knew that she wasn't dying; rather, she was probably fainting, or perhaps blacking out from loss of blood.

Either way, she thought she heard a voice. It was a concerned, deep voice, and it almost sounded frantic.

Faintly, through the cloud that covered her mind, she heard a voice call her name over and over again, until finally, it said.

"Cynn, it's me, Ulfric. Please, please wake up…"

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Sorry it's such a cliffhanger lol but I had to end it here. It was just such a perfect place to end it… and wow, this chapter got kinda graphic…

Don't worry, I'm gonna post the next chapter soon. Hopefully in less than a few days time. So come back when you get the chance!

And reviews are AMAZINGLY appreciated. I love them. Getting reviews encourages me to write more…and if I didn't get any reviews…I probably wouldn't have gotten past chapter 1 haha x'D

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