Black Fate Chapter 1 Skyrim fanfic

I entered the sanctuary and looked around. "Mother?" I called. "Mother?" Where was she? I stepped down the small path was and looked around. "Babatte, has my mother returned?" I asked my good friend, seeing her sitting by the practice dummies.

"I belive so, I saw her horse." I nodded and climbed back up the small hole and exited the sanctuary.

"Mother!'' I gasped seeing the frail body.She leaned against Shadowmere, her eyes closed. My mother was a strong woman, she could take care of herself. But with the famine seeping into skyrim, She was pale and gaunt. Not unlike the rest of us. I helped her into the sanctuary and layed her on her and my father's bed. when I went down into the commonroom, I noticed something that I should have noticed before. A fool was standing next to a tall box.

"So this is the famous Cicero? Not much as I can see." I called out leaning against the wall.

The fool looked my way. ''Oh my, this must be Sappire!" Cicero said ina high bouncy delited voice. These words annoyed me.

"No Sappire lives here. My name is Saphira. Get it right, or your head will be on my platter Beefroast." I said angrily.

"Oh yes, Saphira! I should have known! Your beuty should have pointed it out."

My beauty. My weapon against contracts. Seduction. Never do I let anyone kiss me, I just wait until I am alone with them. Then I stab them and leave the note with the black handprint of the dark brotherhood. That is my trademark. The note.

I should explain a few things. My parents, Cicero's nickname, Babatte, the sanctuary.

My mother is Astrid, matron of the Dark Brotherhood. My father is Arnbjorn, Blacksmith of the Dark Brotherhood, and werewolf. My mother and I were both dying at my birth. I was so premature that I had no strength to survive out of the womb. My father changed into a beast and bit me, turning me to a werewolf, and giving me the strength to survive. Gabriella is my sister in the Brothehood, she is a High Elf and healer. She healed my mother on one exeption. My mother became barren. I was the only child born into the Dark Brotherhood. That is how it will remain. Babatte is three hundred years old. she was bit by a vampire at age ten. I used to watch her in Alchemy. It facinated me. After a wile Babatte asked if I wanted her to train me in Alchemy. She taught me all she knew, happy to ave a fellow Alchemist finally, she told me. The sanctuary. I am well, the best way to put it is an assasin. Actualy, that is the only way to put it. I complete contracts. People pay me to kill their foes or competition. And I always get the job done. My beauty. I look out of place here, but I am not. My feminine beauty is great. I have long, black hair, tanned skin, many freckles splattering my nose and cheek bones, and bright, beautiful, sappire blue eyes.

Kavis was sitting on my bed. I sat next to him and kissed his forehead. Call me heartless for killing to make a prophet, but I love my dog. ''Saphira, are you unimused today?" I looked up Nazir stood over my bed.

"I have completed all of my contracts for the month. But if you have not, I would be happy to fill them." I replied.

Nazir smiled. I was always happy to take a contract. "Take this one," he handed me a slip of parchment. A contract. "Unmarried man, stole a girl's heart and broke it."

I smiled. "Where do I go?"