The Story of the Listener, My first fanfic. Options

[Kayla]

Ok. This is my first fanfic. I'm a tad nervous about it, but I'd like to see what everyone thinks.
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I sat quietly on a bench beside the pawnshop on the docks of Anvil, staring out over the dark Abecean Sea. Through the clouds in the sky, I could see that the sun was setting. A chilly wind blew my black robes and hood as though they were weightless, but the persistent breeze was unsuccessful in penetrating the black light armor I wore underneath my robes. I listened to the fragmented conversations of the dock workers, and watched as people hastily walked by, fearing that it would soon begin to storm.

Before I knew it, the sun had set completely. The Nord who owned the shop I was sitting in front of walked outside. He locked up his shop and began to make his way down the stone street toward the resident area of Anvil. He hadn’t even noticed that I’d been sitting just feet away from him. I heard the Nord loudly greet someone before he walked completely out of earshot. Soon after, an Orc walked by. I studied the Orc carefully as he passed. He walked with a slight limp and had a large scar on his left arm, and just as I expected, he opened the door to the dockside warehouse and went inside.

It was completely dark now. Neither sun nor moon shone through the twisting clouds in the sky. The wind picked up, carrying moisture in it.

I stood and made my way to the back door of the warehouse. I picked the lock and the door swung open. Quickly I slipped into the thick darkness inside. The warehouse was fairly big but, a few candles on a large table in the middle of the room revealed the Orc’s position. He was busily unpacking things from crates and setting them on shelves. He was completely unaware of my presence, and I preferred it that way. I slipped through the shadows toward him. In the darkness I felt strong, invincible, and incapable of fear. I observed his movements, the way his body flowed with each contraction and relaxation of each muscle. I watched every joint in his body, paying close attention to his spinal cord. The Orc was old, and moved as though he’d been doing hard labor his entire life. Almost every movement looked as though it pained him.

As soon as I was sure of his reactions, I silently unsheathed my ebony blade, a gift from a dear friend, and I closed in on the Orc. He was still unaware of my being there, even though I was soon right behind him, almost breathing down his neck. In one quick motion, I lunged out of the shadows, grabbed the Orc with my right arm, wrapping it around the front of his neck and shoulders, then I brought my left hand up and stabbed him right in the jugular vein. The poor old Orc didn’t even have a chance to yell. I let go of the body letting it fall limply onto the wooden floor of the warehouse. I waited for his gurgled breathing to stop, then I snuffed the candles out and exited the warehouse the same way I’d come in.

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[Kayla]

A Dark Elf male, dressed in a long red robe stood about six feet away from me, seemingly looking through me with his fiery eyes. He spoke in a gruff, raspy voice. “Greetings, Listener.”
About ten other Dunmer entered the room at this time.
“My name is Eno Hlaalu. I am the Grandmaster of the Morag Tong. The others that you see with me are also children of Mephala.”
Then it hit me. The symbol that I’d seen on the paper on Arquen’s room… it was the symbol of the Morag Tong! I found the contact letter, and I hadn't even recognized it.

I began to back up, and as I did, they started to close in on me.
“What have you done with the other assassins here?” I asked.
“They’re not dead… Yet.” Eno replied.
“We’d like them to know that their Listener is dead before we kill them.”
I didn’t know what to do. I was greatly outnumbered.
“Mephala shall enjoy this murder.” One of the Dunmer standing behind his Grandmaster said.

My eyes darted from one smiling face to the other. All their eyes, insane with bloodlust were fixed on me. I sighed, shifted my feet, and leapt toward one of them.

In one simultaneous motion, they all drew their swords and daggers, but the one I had singled out had barely unsheathed his blade when mine cut through his flesh and his spinal cord. His body fell onto the stone floor, with his head landing a few feet away. I picked the dagger out of his hand and threw it at another one, hitting him in the eye. He let out a shrill cry of pain, which was quickly silenced by my blade entering his throat. Two down. Nine to go.

I quickly jumped back to avoid a blade to my own throat, but, I ran right into another blade. I felt a sharp pain in my back, knowing almost instantly that I’d been stabbed. I spun around, unsheathing my ebony dagger with my left hand, and jammed it into the Dunmer’s gut. Then, I slashed him across the chest with the sword in my right hand. He fell.

I sheathed my ebony dagger just as I felt a stinging slash on my right shoulder. I lunged at the Dunmer who’d done it, grabbing his neck with my left hand, and snapped it.

Coming up from behind, another Dunmer stabbed me in the left shoulder. I threw him off me, sending him stumbling into another assassin. I realized, to my horror, that his blade was still in my shoulder. Biting my lip to keep myself from screaming, I ripped it out with my right hand, switched it to my left, and stabbed one assassin through his skull.

I kicked another square in the chest, surprising him and knocking him down, then, I put my sword through his heart. One tried to lunge at me, but, I stopped him by throwing a fireball at him. He was incinerated almost instantly.

There were three left. Eno Hlaalu looked almost amazed, but he, as well as I, knew that I was weakening. I’d accumulated a fair amount of wounds. Breathing heavily, I shifted to a defensive position, allowing them to come to me.

Eno smiled, he leapt toward me, but instead of trying to wound me with his sword, he cast a paralyze spell on me. That, I did not expect. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as, smiling, the remaining assassins neared me, blades in hand.

Eno was the first to strike with a direct stab to my stomach. The other two stabbed me through my ribcage. The pain was intense, sharp, and burning, but I could do nothing about it. I was going to die. I was going to fail the Dark Brotherhood. Arquen had won and I wasn't any closer to finding out why she even set me up like this. My vision began to blur and I felt extremely cold. Before I knew it, everything went black.