Hi Everyone!

Decided I'd give this a shot. An Elder Scrolls Fanfiction!

Crazy, right?

Well, I hope you all enjoy, even though this story is more to my enjoyment than yours.

Well, R&R!

To say he disliked her was an understatement.

Oh no, he didn't just not like her. He loathed her very existence. He wouldn't mind if she somehow found herself lost in a cave of snow bears. But that would be too simple. She would come out of that cave looking fresh as flowers.

She just won't go off and die!

Vilkas brooded over the idea of her magically disappearing, but sighed as he realized no matter what he wished, she was here, and she wasn't giving up. If he liked-

No, if I had to choose something I hated least about her.

It was that she had determination. He just wished she'd go use it somewhere else. His beast stirred lightly as the doors to the training grounds opened and revealed her. He growled and looked away when she looked over at him, amber eyes catching him staring.

He could hear her sigh, obviously still annoyed by him. Not that he planned to change anytime soon. He peered over at her.

Her long, wavy brown hair was slightly unkempt, sweat soaking the underside of her hair. Her long eyelashes batted softly as she took quick count of who was here and what they were doing. She had high cheekbones that were the faintest pink. Her nose was mostly straight, tilting up at the end ever so slightly. Her lips were pulled thin from the frown she wore.

Vilkas rolled his eyes and grumbled, looking at the mead on the table. He snatched it up and popped the cork, chugging a little down. He glanced at her again.

He frowned and chugged some more. She's still unbearable.

He knew it wasn't his brightest idea to get completely drunk so looking at her wouldn't make his gut wrench. But he wasn't really in the mood to deal with her when he could barely stand listening to her talk.

It wasn't that she was anything ugly. Maybe if she wasn't herself, he'd find her very attractive. But that's it. She is herself, and he can't stand her. He couldn't stand the fact that she knew more about him than what he knew of her.

He knew she has the beast blood. He'd known it since she stepped in the first day, asking to join. Kodlak and everyone else knew too. Where she'd gotten it from before joining the Circle was beyond him.

Besides her name, he knew nothing of her past, her opinions, the inner workings of her mind. She was an absolute mystery.

And he hated how she seemed to know everything about everyone. Her curiosity could almost be unnerving how she'd ask a question, and memorize your answer.

Really, you could ask her about anything and she'd know the answer. But you could never ask her about herself. She'd never answer anything personal.

And it pissed him off.

The beast snarled a little inside of him. He slammed his empty mead bottle down and grabbed another one. He took a huge swig of it.

I, along with the rest of the Companions, deserve to know, do we not?!

Vilkas shook his head and took another gulp of mead. It burned a little as it went down, giving him a warm feeling deep down.

He sighed and looked at the bottle. He closed his eyes and and sighed. He wondered often what Kodlak saw in this woman. Why he'd been so quick to trust her. Vilkas had often considered asking permission to look at Kodlak's journal. But he was sure that damnable woman wouldn't give him rights to look at it.

"Vilkas."

Her voice caused his gut to tighten up, his spine tingling. He clenched his jaw and muttered as politely as possible while not looking at her "Yes, Harbinger?"

She grinded her teeth a little, taking a deep breath. His beast was wide awake with her presence. He could hear her frowning as she said "I have some rather urgent issues that I must attend to. I want you to keep everyone in check while I'm gone."

He blinked a little. Urgent issues? His natural curiosity wanted him to ask what had come up, or why she was leaving. She rarely left Jorrvaskr unless she went on a job. He frowned, tossed the questions into the back of his mind, and nodded. He said very quietly "Yes Harbinger."

She sighed. "Please stop calling me that..."

He turned and finally looked at her. She looked exhausted, her eyes showing how hard she's been working. His mind was oddly not very comforted by her lack of energy. But he brushed it aside.

She suddenly slipped him an overly fake smile, lying through her teeth "I'd better be off."

His eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask if she was crazy, as it was the middle of the night, and she was obviously to exhausted to be dealing with anything.

But then he slapped some sense into himself and decided he didn't care what she did. "Be off then."

She nodded and turned, striding towards the door and leaving.

Maybe she'll disappear and leave us alone...

He frowned as she disappeared through the door, gone like that. He sighed deeply and stood up, walking downstairs to his room. He slowly shed his armor, setting it down and falling into bed. He stared at the ceiling for the longest time.

Looks like another sleepless night for me...

Vilkas woke up and dressed, walking into the hallway. He looked at the closed doors of the Harbinger's room. He walked to the quietly, opening it a little. She wasn't here. Her scent had already started to disappear from the room.

He shut the door and turned, a frown on his face. He walked upstairs and sat down in a chair at the table. The mead hall was loud, the Companions talking with one another. But none had smiled or laughed. It was almost as though they didn't laugh because they mourned their Harbinger, who may or may not be alive.

Vilkas blinked. Could she have died out there somewhere?...

He hadn't even considered the thought. As much as he hated her and hated to admit it, he really never considered that she may have been killed. His gut twisted slightly, and he felt sick. His beast was oddly silent, not raging, or happy.

He continued to wonder if she was dead. If she was, he thought he'd be happy, but he felt very sick at the thought that someone brought the Harbinger down.

He shook his head. That damned woman couldn't have died. She's too stubborn...

He convinced himself she was still making her way back, and that anytime she'd be walking through the doors. But somewhere deep inside, something was terribly wrong.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the Harbinger hadn't returned. Vilkas wondered if she had given up on being Harbinger, and was hiding from her job. He scowled and decided that he'd try to get a letter to her.

He took a quill and ink to her room, sitting down at her desk with parchment. He frowned as he wrote out his letter.

Harbinger,

It has been three and a half months since you've left. As Harbinger, you are to be watching over the Companions, not me. If you're hiding from your duty as Harbinger, I will find you and carry you back to Jorrvaskr on my shoulder if I have to. If your 'urgent issues' are going to take longer than this to be resolved, you need to send word to us how long it is you might think it will take.

And you better hope it's not the first thing I mentioned, or I will hunt you down, Kaera. Make your way to Jorrvaskr within the next week, or I'm coming.

Vilkas

Vilkas grabbed the letter and found a courier, handing it to him. "Make sure this gets to the Harbinger of the Companions. I don't care if it takes weeks to find her."

The man nodded and quickly scurried off, leaving Vilkas to stand and wait for word of her.

"Vilkas, a courier is here, asking for you!" Farkas's loud voice boomed from behind the closed doors of Vilkas's room. He stood up quickly and opened the door, following Farkas upstairs. The courier stood their awkwardly, waiting for Vilkas to make his way over.

He handed him a letter and said "Vilkas, I'm guessing?"

He nodded and grabbed the letter quickly. The courier continued timidly "The Harbinger... She's nowhere to be found."

Vilkas stopped and looked at the letter. It was the one he gave to the courier a week and a half ago. He suddenly felt very cold. He nodded slowly and said "Fine. Here's the pay for your trouble." He handed him a coin purse. The man accepted it and muttered a quiet thanks and left.

Vilkas turned to Farkas and said "Stay and keep watch over the Companions. I have to find our Harbinger..."

Farkas nodded and said quietly as Vilkas walked away "I thought you hated her."

Vilkas looked at the floorboards quietly.

"I do."

Farkas asked in confusion "Why are you going after her then?"

Vilkas replied while turning to look at Farkas "Because it's my duty to find our ice-brained Harbinger. She's the Harbinger, and as much as I hate her, I still need to know if she's still alive or not." He turned and started walking towards the door.

Farkas nodded, not saying anything else.

Vilkas sighed and walked out the door, determined to find his idiotic Harbinger and bring her back.

That's chapter 1!

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