this is deffintly better then my first and is gonna get waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better....

LEFT FOR DEAD


A BLOODY LOVE STORY







CHAPTER ONE






Blood trickeld out of my wound as the darkness quickly overcame the light of the sun, drenching everything in eternal nothingness. I felt the life release from my now useless body. I knew all would be over soon, that my agonizing pain would come to a rest. All hope was lost for me as that same nothingness overwhelmed my view and I knew my time has come. I closed my eyes waiting for what never came or what would never come. At this point I wanted to die. The arrow had went deeply into my chest, ripping nerves, tearing muscle, and causing excruciating torture. I prayed for the divines to wrap their peacefull arms around me and end it. End everything but alas, it was not my time as I awoke in some sort of cottage.

I layed there, in the bed, for about another ten minutes then I tried to stand but my knees buckled. I then tried again and was able to successfully stand upright. I was soar all over. When I looked down at my chest I found the wound had been tended to and bandaged.

The room I was in had numerous paintings and one stool placed directly in front of a very well crafted fire-place. The hole place smelled like sweetcakes. I also saw a note on the nearby dresser, roled up and tied with a red bow. I reached over to grab it but felt it was none of my buisness. But I saw yet another note which had the label " visitor" on it which probably meant it was for me. I carefully untied the blue bow and unrolled the paper. The note said:


Dear Breton,

My name is Mistell. I found you lying in a puddle of blood outside a cave surrounded by several dead soldiers. You were the only one left alive. I still didn't know what had happened so I brought you hear, to my cabin. You will find me in the kitchen.

Mistell.

p.s.-You may notice your armour is gone and all you have on are tan linens. I thought you would be more comfortable.

After reading that note I found that I had no recolection of who I was. All I knew was my name, Argone. I was very curiosios about well,.........everything.

I strolled into the sweet-smelling kitchen and saw a female breton with short, brown hair, brown eyes, and powty lips. She was perfect but I haven't the time for romance, I must find this Mistell fellow. I slowly approached the woman and tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and said " Oh, your up! I haven't even started breakfast. Mistells my name, yours?". She held out her hand. I shook her smooth-skinned hand and replied " Argone.". At this point I was extreamly embarassed as it had been a woman who changed my clothing ( I wish I had of been awake).

We talked for hours on end after that. About her life of course, as I cannot remember anything but my name. As the day grew older, I realized I had known her a mere six hours but already I felt a strong connection with Mistell. Its like I had known her all of my life.

The next day she said we would travel to some city just two miles north of here called Chorrol to see if anyone knew me.

That night I couldn't sleep. I just kept tossing an' turning, so I went outside with a steel shortsword I had found under the bed. I practiced attacking a tree and found I had pretty good skills with a blade. I returned inside just as the morning dew accended upon the bright green grass. I realized that Mistell wasn't up yet so I decided to try to make her breakfast. Well, lets just say that when you can only remember your name, NEVER go near fire trying to cook.

When Mistell was ready we were about to set off to Chorrol then she pointed out I still only had on the tan linens so she gave me some sandals and a brown shirt.


We arrived in Chorrol about an hour after. As we asked around I found out that no one in the city new who I was. With great dissappoitment, the two of us set back to the cabin, where we found an Argonian in black leather armour seated upon the front porch. When he noticed we were there he calmly walked over towards us.

He approached with a look of determination upon his face. Right when he was within meters of me, he unsheathed an iron dagger and charged. I quickly roled to the right to avoid the first slash, then kicked his right led. As I got up I realized he had to and once again began slashing. I was bearly dodging them as he was extreamly fast. At one point I ducked and punched the man in the stomach. I quickly kicked the dagger out of his hand sending it way up in the air. I began striking him in the face numerios times then swiftly turned, caught the dagger, and drove it deeply into his stomach. I then stood and watched as he threw up blood and began choking on the crimson liquid. the argonian then tried to pull out the dagger but was too slow and died within seconds.

As I searched his body Mistell,who was hiding in the house during the fight, walked over and asked " When did you learn to fight like that?".

" Can't remember..." I replied sternly while searching the deceaced body. In one pocket I found a note which said:


DEAR BROTHEREN,

YOUR NEXT MISSION IS TO KILL THE LEGION SOLDIER,ARGONE.

its still short but im working on ch. 3 which is much longer


CHAPTER TWO



After reading that strange note I knew something about myself. I knew I was Argone, a legion soldier and someone wanted me dead. I carfully stood up as the wound did not get any better during the fight. I was surprised that I could move my arms at all, it felt as if they could fall off any second know. It was then I realized I was bleeding from a different spot now, my stomach. The argonian must have connected with one of the slashs.

" By the Nine Divines! Your bleeding! Is it bad?" Mistell asked with worry in her voice.


" No.....it bairly hurts but then again, I was once fighting a goblin and it slashed me with an ax. I thought the wound was nothing but I later found out it could have killed me.......". By Talos! I just remembered something! I couldn't believe it! It wasn't anything of use but still!


" Argone! You remembered something!"


" I guess I did. But it was nothing of any use..." I replied.


" Lets go get you cleaned up and see if you can remember anything else." Mistell said with a buetifall smile upon her face.

All that day, I tried to remember something of use, but with no luck. If only I could remember, then everything would be all right. Everything. Oh how I wanted a normal life. A life with memories. Sad ones, happy ones, angry ones, I just wanted a life. I felt as if I was worthless. I could have a house, friends, money. I could have been courting a buetifall woman.

That night I tried my best not to to a blade on my wrist. Suicide was in my mind ever since the fight. Knowing someone wanted to kill you and that they probably would was a hard thing to deal with. I knew that I couldn't run nor could I fight. I had to hide. Hide somewhere far, far away. But I couldn't leave. Not without Mistell. I'm very aware of the fact that I knew her for only a day but I felt a very strong connection with her. I just couldn't leave her to a terrible fate if another assassin or whatever he was came. I wanted to hide but I wanted to stay. Even my thoughts were confusing. My mind was in a total disaray.

I slowly climbed out of bed and got on my knees and began to pray. The only problem I had was that I had no idea who I should pray to: The Nine Divines or one of the Deadra Princes. I didn't know who I believed in. What to believe in. Life was way to complicated right now. Simple things like praying were even confusing me. It was then I realized that if I'm a legion soldier, then other soldiers would know who I am.

I slept well that night, knowing all would become clear the next day. I awoke around twelve p.m.. Wow, I slept in awfully late. I sat up and yawned, then stood. I walked into the kitchen and saw Mistell standing over the stove. Once again I poked her on the shoulder and she spun around. After breakfast, I explained my plan and she completly agreed with finding a legion soldier. So later on, we set off along a path to the Imperial City. It wasn't long untill we found a soldier walking by. I stopped him and began to speak.

" Excuse me sir? I know this will sound very strange but do you know who I am?"

The Imperial just had a sign of confusion upon his face.

" Sir?" I asked.

Still nothing.

"SIR!!??" I screamed at him.


" Oh sorry, I must have been day-dreaming. Oh and no, I don't know you, sir." He replied and began walking away. Mistell was about to go after him but I grabbed her by the arm and told her to stay. By now I had a sense of utter hopelessness. After watching the man walk out of view, I turned and began walking towards the Imperial City. I tried to stay in front of Mistrell as I had begun to cry.


" Argone! Whats wrong? Where are we going?" she asked.

" If he doesn't know who I am then I know a captain of the guard will, c'mon!" I said between sobs with anger in my voice.

for people reading this, my chapters are gonna be very short because im rewriting this story(for me so it wont be posted) with much longer chapters so theres gonna be alot of installments to make people wait a little bit

for people who actually read this, theres not gonna be anymore. im done trying to write ES fan-fics im not very good so ill stick with what im really good at: horror but thanks to people who took the time to read

i will admit, its not the best but you shouldn't quit

A bit late, Granslacker. He quit almost four months ago.

i know but dude i know the guy in real life he moved so i dont see him alot so i was just letting him know what i think (srry if i sound snappy im not trying to)