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Chapter 1

"Another child has prayed to their Mother. Go to the far away land of Thedas and there, in the country of Ferelden you shall find two Gray Wardens. Kill them and any who stand in your way," the Night Mother commands.

"As you command Night Mother. My Sithis light my path," I bow and leave the coffin that contains the remnants of the legendary Night Mother, chosen bride of the Dread Father Sithis. Swiftly I walk down to where everyone waits to see what the Night Mother has said. Holding my head high I drink in the awed whispers of the new initiates, and those of the new full-fledged members of the Dark Brotherhood.

Once everyone is around the table I convene the meeting with my Brothers and Sisters. Slowly I look each and every one of them in the eye, loving how I instill fear in them. Well except for Babette and Nazir. My eye is quickly directed to one of our newest Brothers, Galhard. He is whispering to one of the initiates about the vast amount of time I am wasting trying to scare them into submission. Looking back at Nazere I see him shake his head, indicating that he too overheard Galhard's little slight.

"What in Sithis name has the Night Mother commanded?" Galhard growls impatiently. "We don't have all night for you to just stand there and pretend to be all tough. Some of us actually get contracts these days. Unlike some who are now too old."

A frown mars my face. Around me I hear a few quick intakes of breath, knowing that something unpleasant is about to happen. Quicker then lightning I have Galhard's short blonde hair gathered tightly in my left hand and a poisoned dagger in my right. Placed just at the right spot near his jugular where the vain would be easy to nick.

"Tell me maggot, who built this Sanctuary back up? Who brought the Dark Brotherhood back to its former glory? Who is the person responsible for your worthless life still being here, instead of in the Void where it belongs," I growl lowly in his ear. Within seconds his knees begin to shake and I could almost hear his heart rate accelerate. "Well?!"

"Y-you did Listener," he gulps as he struggles to free himself from my iron tight grasp.

"Very good maggot. Now are there going to be anymore unneeded or unwanted interruptions?" I ask in a sickly sweet voice, words dripping with honey but tipped with poison. Holding him for just a few more seconds, I finally release him and move back to my place at the head of the table.

"Our Unholy Mother has identified the next contracts. One of which I shall be taking on since I will be the only one with the right amount of expertise in the area. The others shall be divided among the rest of you. Nazir, here are the contacts locations. Some of these might prove quite difficult so I expect everyone here to act accordingly," I command handing a folded piece of parchment over to Nazir. Taking it he parchment, he puts it in his pocket and nods. "As for the one I am taking on, I do believe I shall be gone for some time. Now that does not mean that I shall not know everything that goes on in this Sanctuary. Remember I have eyes and ears everywhere."

"Tell us dear Listener. What is the contract you shall be taking on?" Babette asks in her deceivingly childish voice. Looking over at the young vampire I smile slightly and shake my head, knowing she would want to know.

"Just know that it is the equivalence to the death of the Emperor, and I shall leave it at that." I say crossing my arms. I try to hold back my laughter as the initiates eyes grow overly large. "Nazir, I trust that you shall keep everyone in line whilst I am away?"

"Of course Listener, it would be my honor," his deep voice rings. "When shall you depart?"

"Tonight. Babette I'm going to need poisons, and lots of them. Also would you be a dear and enchant some of my weapons?" I more command then ask. She only nods and runs off to her little alchemy lab.

"WAIT! You are just going to leave like that?!" Galhard bellows, seeming to have come out of his terror induced stupor. "How can you call yourself our leader when you just run off with no say as to where you are going?" Taking a deep breath I try to turn him out.

'Why did we recruit this child?' I grumble to myself. 'Please let me dispose of him Night Mother.' An ache starts to form in my head from all his shouting. Lifting my right hand I gently massage my temple hoping to eradicate the obtrusive headache. With no luck I look over at him and glare. Taking a deep breath I Shout "FUS" sending him flying into the wall. With one last glance in his direction I turn and leave.

"Someone place shackle him up in the torture chamber, please," I call out to everybody in the vicinity. I hear him groan as one of the new recruits lifts him up and carries him into the torture room and shackles him.

I quicken my pace until I reach my room. Quickly locking the door before opening my trunk and pulling out some of my most prized possessions. A small smile lights my face as my fingers caress the necklace given to me by King Maric on the day of our wedding, six years ago.

"Do you know what this is?" Maric asked me holding it out in front of me. I gently traced the pattern of what he called the Evening Star. It's crystal like transparency quickly caught my attention. Shaking my head he smiles and has me turn around, as he gently clasps the precious pendent around my neck.

"May this protect you whenever I cannot," he whispered tenderly in my ear before the Grand Cleric had us say our vows.

Taking a deep breath I push away the memories, locking them into the far recesses of my mind, and fasten the necklace around my neck. I then proceed to dawn my armor. Making the choice of wearing my Nightingale armor, gifted to me by the deadric lord Nocturne, then my Dark Brotherhood armor. What can I say, even when off to kill someone I wish to look fashionable, and the way my Nightingale armor fits me like a glove helps make the choice. Though of course I do pack my Dark Brotherhood armor just in case. Also just for the case of needing to blend in I pull out a few dresses fit for a poor peasant and a few fit for a lady of noble birth. Then grabbing my enchanted pouch out of my trunk I proceed to place my armor and weapons in the pouch. Along with different spell books and potion recipes. Setting the pouch down onto the bed I reach for my enchanted elven sword that was gifted to me by Jarl Ulfric for the many battles I helped him win. Looking over at my armor stand I see my Stormcloak armor resting.

Slowly I walk over and begin to pull off the armor and pack it in my pouch. A small tear falls from my eye before I know it. Quickly I bat it away and blink hoping to rid my eyes of the offensive misting.

'Dammit Ari now is not the time for a walk down memory lane,' I chastise myself. Though I could not shake off the feeling that I would not be coming back to Skyrim. A place that had been my home since the day I was taken by the Gray Beards to be trained in the Way of the Voice.

Not able to shake the fear of never returning I try to focus my mind on packing everything I shall need for this journey. Doing another inventory check I see that I am only missing the daggers I asked Babette to enchant and the poisons to create.

Picking up the still small pouch I tightly tie it to my waist and begin to move towards the door. Though before I make it out something catches my eye. Looking over I see the bow Karliah gave. Walking over to where it is mounted on the wall, I reach up and take it down. After quickly examining it I untie my pouch and place it gently into it. Looking down I grab the arrows off of the dresser and the huge bag of gold hidden in a secret drawer. After packing the gold and arrows I finally unlock the door and head out.

"My dear Listener. I have finished crafting the poisons and the daggers," Babette says handing me a small bag.

"Thank you Babette," I whisper just before I turn around and head out of the Sanctuary.

The freezing winds of Dawnstar caresses my skin as I step out into the chilling night. Taking a deep breath I start to walk away from the town so as not to disturb them when they see a dragon come flying down.

Once far enough away I look up into the sky and Shout "ODAHVIING". Within minutes the great dragon is before me and I reach up to stroke his neck.

"Hello old friend," I say as he leans up against me ever so slightly.

"What do you wish of my Dovakiin?" he thunders out. A soft smile lights my face.

"Well I need you to take me to a land called Ferelden," I state simply. "You do know how to get there and where it is right?" A deep rumbling sound is heard from his chest as he breaths out fire.

"Do not insult me Dovakiin. Of course I know of the land you speak," I only laugh as the rumbling begins to subside. "Come get on my back and we shall be off." With no hesitation I swiftly leap onto his back. I am soon greeted by the pounding of his great wings as they heave us off the ground and into the sky. Before I know it we are soaring high above the clouds. Even with the frigid air around me I would never forget the amazing feel of flying through the air.

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