So let's get this straight, my father is trying to get rid of me, but I don't why. Like last week, he attacked someone and blamed it on me! I was sent to the Jarl and put into a small dusty cell that smelled like rotten eggs. The week before, he abandoned me in a dark, big, wolf-infested forest. But I can't get my head around it - I have not done anything wrong at all. Unless it is because I told on him tomy mother or something, but he should have known I would, right?

So tonight, I awake to find myself in a dark, moonlit place. I am outside in the middle of nowhere. My father has clearly dragged me out here, I know it. I slowly get to my feet, feeling tired and cold. I walk towards the bandit tower. I pull out my silver sword slowly and walk towards their door, I place my freezing hand on the door knob, and twist it open. I grab one of the guards and thrust my sword right though her stomach. As she falls to the ground, I pull it out, dripping with her crimson blood.

I creep to the next room, the door is locked, so I reach in to my rucksack and pull out a lock pick. I put the lock pick in the key hole, turning it at different angles and jabbing my sword point, making the lock rattle. I am evidently not too skilled in lock picking.

Finally, it opens. There is a tall and muscly man fast asleep. He snores loudly, his revolting stench passing through my nostrils. I slit his throat before he could make a move, he gurgles and blood pours from his mouth. I spit on his ugly face before storming out of the room. As I leave, I take one look at his body. Dead and cold.

I can't help thinking about Valgard. Where is he? I hear the words he shouted as I left him.

Then, as I walk across towards the dark forest, I see a crumpled letter.

This is what it says:

To Astrid,

I have been spotted by vampires passing by. They are taking me to the vampire place to be someone they feed off.

I'm sorry I said I loved you. I know it came out of nowhere, I just thought you might have felt the same. But I see that you don't, so never mind.

- Valgard

I bend down. My mind is well full of Valgard's face, his words playing over and over.

I faint.

15 minutes later, I awake. It's nearly dawn as I walk towards the middle of the forest. I climb the biggest oak tree in the forest to see if I can see the way out, and I do. A narrow path leading to a lake with a stone bridge.

I remember when I was ten, and I went fishing with my father. it was just outside Riverwood. We caught pink salmon - I loved it there.

"I am going to live here when I'm grown up," I used to say every time we went. I had a friend - Drífa - she lived in Riverwood. I used to see her on fishing day. She still lives in Riverwood, I think. I remember the house that she lived in.

As I walk towards the exit, I hear my name. I turn around to see Drífa with a hunting bow.

"Drífa! You're here!" I exclaim.

"Well, yes. That's not important though - I have some answers for you, like why your dad left you and stuff. I will tell you when we go to my place." she tells me. As we walk down the lonely path, Drífa passes me a painting of painting looks just like her - her pale face, her dark brown eyes, her long brown hair that blows in the wind, with her silver hunting bow with an arrow ready to strike.

"I love it, thanks."

"Your father said I would see you out here. He was right, and he told me everything." We are now in Riverwood. I see the blacksmith and all sorts. A food shop with ice buns. In the shop, she buys me a bun to eat.

It's lovely and sweet - the best bun I have ever tasted. As we reach her door, I stop and say, "You have moved house have you?"

"No, I'm just staying at my grandmother's house."

As she opens the old door, a scream comes from it. "HELP ME! HELP! GUARD, HELP!" Drífa opens the door quickly to see a bandit in the room with a knife to her grandmother's neck.

I quickly run out of the door. "Guards! Help this old lady! She is going to die if you don't hurry! Help!" A guard hears me and quickly comes over. As we run in to the house, the guard points an arrow to the bandits neck and lets go. It's so fast, the bandit is on the hard floor, dead as a doornail hit by a hammer 200 times.

As we walk into her room, her grandma shouts, "Thank you, you saved my life!" She gives me a few gold coins. I gasp when I walk into her room - there is a double bed and a golden chest of drawers. It's wonderful, with paintings of wolves and landscapes and clothes and lots more. It's way better than my room.

I slowly sit on her bed. At this moment, I hear a voice outside her house. It was like a wolf talking - that's the only way I can describe it.

I run to the broken window. It is a man in beastform. As a silver arrow hits its neck, I stop dead in my tracks. It is one of my kind, I realise.

I fall to the wooden floor, my hands to my face as I cried my heart out.