Dragon slayer-A skyrim story

Did it have to be Riften?

I sat on my bed with the note next to me it's been this way for a couple of minutes but it's felt like ages, I don't know what I was doing just thinking I guess not many people know but I have a lot of history in riften but it isn't a good history trust me. I jumped off of my bed and moved into my bathroom and stared into the mirror, my brown eyes glistened in the light and my fur (you could say) was a dark brown a little hard to see in the in the dark to a person not focusing on me.

The next day......

I got out of my bed I don't know why but my bed was really messy with my armour at the end of my bed and my ebony blade and hunting bow as well. The note was still untouched on the end table, I thought about the note all night and I've come to a decision I might just go to riften...well mistevil keep I wonder why, I jumped up and put on my fur armour, put my bow and quiver over my shoulder and sheathed my ebony sword. I exited the gates of windhelm and kept walking down to the stables, I had made quite good friends with the stable master Dogan horse-back, "hey Dogan I was wondering if I could use your carriage to riften." Dogan looked around to see if anyone was nearby "come with me.."

I walked through the door the smell of blood engulfed the entire room and a body of someone was lying on the table with a dagger in his head, "hey what's going on Dogan?" His head tilted towards mine and a smirk appeared on his face as if saying your next. He reached down next to his hip and grabbed something, soon after , a dagger was unsheathed." Dogan put the dagger down just put it down" I said with caution, I spun around and ran towards the door and tried to open it but it locked somehow. I repeatedly shook the knob than BANG I took a blow to the back of the head and was knocked out.

I woke up my head caning and a little blood on the ground but not much I was staring into something that looked like a rock but I was able to get myself up. As I took a look around I wasn't in windhelm anymore I saw two guards at the gate to a city, "where am I?" I asked with a rough voice. One of the guards walked towards me " what happened friend?" The guard asked I told him about what happened in Windhelm with Dogan and the dagger I was now at my full standing stance, I had a look in my satchel to see if anything was missing I was about to scream at the sight of another note in my satchel 'go to the Bee and Barb'

The two guards unlocked the tall gates to Riften as I walked through I saw a tall man in armour I didn't recognise but I ignored it and continued over a bridge towards the Bee and Barb. I pushed through the doors I could already smell the honey and ale making a splendid mix to the tastebuds I walked towards two argonians talking, I walked to the innkeeper " I would like to rent a room please" I said quite exhausted as I handed her the money and sat down at a bench. There were people of different sorts that's for sure there was....
-Argonians
-Mages/Bretons
-An Orc
-A mercenary
And an elf.

Keerava handed me my honey brew mead and one of her own recipes as she walked away the Orc walked towards me and took my drink right out of my hands, "hey I would like that back!" I said in a rage. "And what are you going to do if I don't?" I could smell the ale on his breath, I looked towards the ground and he began to laugh ha he thinks I would give up that easy.Pathetic. As I clenched my fist together his glaze went from looking around laughing to straight at me, as soon as he fully looked at me I threw a punch at him and my fist connected to the side of his face and he fell to the floor but I know Orcs they don't give up that easy.

The Orc instantly got back up and ready for a fight, orcs are known for the hardest punch in Skyrim well we'll have to see about that, the Orc threw two punches towards me both hitting their target with a blow to the gut followed by a blow to the side of my skull. I knelt on the wooden floor but got back up all this for ale even if I started it he is going to lose I lifted my hand up to block an incoming punch wich was successful but he threw another fist towards me that I couldn't block and got me right in the chest but I didn't feel it, it was as if the adrenaline had taken over my body stopping me from feeling pain. I purposely fell on the floor to fake myself getting hurt and as soon as I hit the ground I swept my legs towards his making him collapse with him landing head first into the ground. A mysterious voice came into my head but this voice wasn't any surprise to me it happened the same day that I first killed someone it is a twisted joy to see your prey cower before you and beg you to spare them but that was a long time ago.

I pulled myself over the Orc and waited for him to whimper the words 'mercy' so I could go to bed, but the voice returned 'kill him he deserves to die...' The voice will mess with your head pretty much forcing you to do its will." No!"I muttered quite loudly the voice was beginning to concur me 'come on Si'rafe this is just like the first one you killed he is cowering before you just one more kill won't change you...' The voice was gaining more strength and controlling more of my body, "NO!NO!NOOOO!" I screamed with all my might the whole inn was staring at me like I was crazy and I was starting to believe that it was true. The voice was only left to control my hands this 'daedra' had a lot of strength the Orc pulled himself out from underneath me and run out of the inn and then the voice disappeared and I could control myself again. I payed on the floor gasping for air then two people ran over to me and helped me up, I was a bit dizzy but I could still walk pretty well I climbed the staircase to my room and just laid in the middle of it after putting everything away of course and closed my eyes  and dazed off to sleep knowing tomorrow I will see who gave me that note.

7 hours later.......

'Forget sleep, my boy, come to Mistivel keep' I arose out of my bed and instantly put on my fur armour I guess curiosity got the best of me I slung my bow over my shoulder and sheathed  my ebony blade determined to find this person. As I grew closer to the keep the voice got louder until I was right outside that's when the person the very same hood approached me slowly and then ripped off her hood and yelled 'get him!' Soon after five other people appeared and began running after me the chase was on......