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.

(Expect updates!)

[Kayla]

Unsurprisingly, the rest of the night was peaceful. Sitting, I rested my back on the rocks near the cave where Saprius slept. The attack from the Bosmer, while futile, had my adrenaline pumping.

Just after sunrise, Saprius walked outside, stretching and yawning. The sight of the Bosmer’s corpse stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Damn! I take it you had some trouble last night?” he exclaimed.
I nodded. “Nothing serious. She was a member of the Morag Tong.”
Saprius was amazed. “They’ve located us?”
“Yes. And we need to get moving as soon as possible.” I said, standing.
“Agreed.” He said, walking back into the cave.

I followed him inside. We gathered our equipment and put out the fire. Throwing my Black Hand robe on over my Dark Brotherhood armor, I looked at Saprius.
“We need to travel north and to the east. Hopefully, we can find a boat that will take us to the mainland.”
I wondered if we were going to run into the Morag Tong again. It was very likely.
“Alright.” He said.
“We should also find some disguises. It wouldn’t be wise to wear our robes or our armor in public, considering that they’ve probably identified the Dark Brotherhood to be behind Vivec’s death.” I said.

We exited the cave and put out the fire outside, throwing the Bosmer’s corpse into the sea. I then, cast a water walking spell on Saprius and myself and we set out, heading northeast.

We traveled in silence. My boots made small splashes as they hit the water. Water walking has always been a strange sensation for me. Feeling practically weightless, I looked down into the clear water underneath my feet to see small fish darting throughout the water.

After about an hour of walking, I saw a large landmass in the distance. Though I was happy to get off that island and temporarily away from the Morag Tong, I wondered what else we were going to face before we made it back to Cheydinhal.

My feet felt strange when they hit solid land. I could tell that Saprius had gotten a little too used to water walking as well. He shook his feet, and jumped up and down a few times to get his landlegs.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” Saprius asked, pacing a bit.
“I have a faint idea.” I said, looking around at the green grass and slight rolling hills. In the distance, the sky was grey. I knew it wasn’t storm clouds. We were close to the Ashlands.
“We should head north.” I said. “Molag Mar should be close to here. Maybe we can find a boat there.”

As we walked through the tall grass, Saprius looked at me.
“Do you think we’re going to run into the Morag Tong again?” He asked, a worried tone in his voice.
“It’s very likely. We should just keep moving. That will make it harder for them to track us.” I answered.

A warm wind blew my long brown hair and the tall grass around us. There was a hint of grainy ash in the wind. As we came to the top of a tall hill, Molag Mar, the one canton city towered over us. Saprius brushed is shoulder length brown hair out of his face.
“What is that?” he asked.
“That’s the city of Molag Mar.” I said. “It’s not much. Just a temple, a few shops, some places to rest. It serves as more of an outpost to adventurers than a city. It is a city of the Tribunal Temple though, and it is guarded by ordinators. It is connected to the sea. So, it’s possible that we’ll find a boat there.” I continued.
“I say we go in there and try to find some disguises first.” Saprius said.
“That’s a good idea. We can probably steal some priest robes from the Temple.” I said.

We approached the canton, entering the small city. Quietly, we made our way to the top of the canton, avoiding the few ordinators that were patrolling the area.

We reached the Molag Mar temple and I pushed the door open. There were numerous Dunmer priests occupying the small temple. Many of them were too busy studying religious texts to look up at us. The few that did rolled their eyes and went back to their studies. I spotted a staircase that led down to the lower level of the temple and quickly walked down it.

Saprius and I found ourselves in a hallway, branching off into many rooms. It was empty save for two priests talking about Vivec’s death.
“You know they say it was the Dark Brotherhood who did it…” one of the Dunmer priests said.
That was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

Before they saw Saprius and me, we ducked into the first room we saw, slowly and carefully closing the door behind us.

A quick search of the closet in the room resulted in two priest robes. One of them was a deep red, the other green.

Shrugging off my bloodstained Black Hand robe, I quickly put on the red robe, covering my Dark Brotherhood armor. Saprius donned the green robe. Looking at the red sleeves of my robe, I felt relieved. Saprius smiled at me.
“Thank Sithis… I feel a lot safer…” he said.
I smiled. “Let’s get out of here and try to find a boat—“

Just as I finished my sentence, the door to the small room opened. Saprius and I turned to face the intruder.