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Dystevas is an outcast of his people, the Akhei. Unlike the rest of his tribe (who are all warriors), Dystevas is an archer. He found a small place to get away from it all, he named 'illMatter'. An Akhei female he had a crush on at a young age shunned him like everyone else. A lot of the Akhei also say Dystevas looks like a girl. As a result of this, Dystevas has become cold, disturbed, stubborn, and he hates girls.

At 13 years old, Dystevas was sent to get firewood, a task he was thought to be 'worthy' enough for (as his tribe would say to him). Returning, he overheard the people of his tribe complaining to the chief about his choice to be an archer, not a warrior. They were planning on kicking him out and sending him out on his own. His mother tried to defend him, but his father was all for it. When Dystevas learned not even his father could accept him, he decided to run. So he did. He ran in the opposite direction of his camp and, blinded by anger and betrayal, he left his home, he left illMatter, and he left his parents.


Now 17 years old, Dystevas has become a wandering archer. With no true meaning to this, other than trying to escape from his old home, Dystevas did not search for anything. He did not know where to go or what to do. When he decided to make something of the remainder of his life, he set off to the nearest town. Before leaving, he decided to get some archery practice in.


Dystevas wandered around a bit until he was attacked by a wild wolf. He shot an arrow but the wolf swiftly dodged it. Dystevas only had 3 more arrows, so he knew he had to make them count. He shot one towards the snout; it missed. He shot again for the eye; it missed. He had two left, and the wolf was nearing. Dystevas's clear intent of trying to kill the wolf angered it all the more. He shot another arrow at the wolf's paw; it hit! The wolf went down, whimpering. It would get up soon. Dystevas knew he had to act fast. He shot his final arrow into the wolf's skull. Blood shot out as the final strike killed the wolf. Dystevas inched forward to pick up the arrows. But he could only get the one in the wolf's paw; the arrow in its skull was wedged too deep in. Dystevas solemnly accepted this loss, bowed, and was about to set off once again in search for a place to sleep when he smelled something.. he paused.. fire! A camp! He knew it would be inhabited and he didn't have enough arrows to fight any bandits that might show up or already be inhabiting the camp. He sighed and was about to lose hope until he realized something. He turned around and eyed the late wolf's pelt. He smirked.

........

He arrived at the camp, and, expectedly, didn't get a warm welcome. Two bandits were enjoying a large piece of mutton when one spotted Dystevas through the corner of her eye. She pretended not to notice and nudged her male companion.

"We have visitor, 10 west." Hushed, the female bandit alerted her partner about Dystevas in a broken sentence (she meant a visitor, 10 degrees west).

The male shot a glance at Dystevas as he continued on, slowly. He noticed how the bandits stopped eating and he could notice a person staring at him from a mile away. Call it a sixth sense.

Dystevas was surprised the bandits didn't attack yet. Their kind usually attack on the spot.

"Perhaps they noticed the hide." Dystevas wondered, in a whisper. He continued walking towards their camp.

"Stop now." The male bandit warned, giving Dystevas a cold glare. Dystevas continued walking. The bandits stood up and got their weapons: The male, a glass warhammer, stolen from the captain of the guard in Skingrad; The female, a glass bow, also stolen from the same person, with silver arrows stolen from the nearest shop.

Dystevas held out the hide.

"I need a place to sleep. If you wouldn't mind company, I wouldn't require any of your food. Just an extra bad, or just some leaves and something to cover my head from the upcoming rain." Dystevas stated calmly. "I will in return give you this hide of the snow wolf from the Jerall Mountains." The two bandits glanced at each other briefly, turned back to Dystevas, and shook their heads. They got into battle stance.

"I suggest you accept. After all, this will be your only possession that isn't ill-gotten." Dystevas said, trying to persuade the two. The shook their heads again and began to charge after Dystevas.

Dystevas knew it would be foolish to try and fight with just one arrow. He would even bother attacking, but he knew this place to sleep was too good an opportunity to pass up. He refused to fight and he refused to run. But he would have to pick one. He closed his eyes and hoped for the best as he drew out his arrow. He took a deep breath...

*twaaaaaanng!*

There was a loud grunt and then a thud. Amazingly, that last arrow took out the male bandit. The female gasped and sobbed. Without speaking a word, without hesitation, she shot her silver arrow at Dystevas. It hit his right shoulder blade. He fell to his knees and groaned, though he only found it a minor discomfort compared to most things he dealt with. He stood back up. He was out of arrows and he didn't know how to use a warhammer. He couldn't get the arrow out of the male bandit. He was stuck. Again, the she-bandit's arrow flew at Dystevas, this time piercing his waist. He fell back to his knees. It was then when he came up with a plan. He stood up and ripped the arrows out of his body. He mounted one on his bowstring.

*twaaaaaanng!*

Swiftly, the she-bandit dodged the arrow. She shot another one, which struck Dystevas's leg. He quickly pulled it out before he bled too much. He shot both arrows at the bandit simultaneously.

*twaaaa*twaaaaaanng!*aanng!*

The first missed, but the second arrow struck the bandit's neck. She fell to the ground, bleeding rapidly. The blood loss was too much for her to get up. She slowly died.

Dystevas walked over to the female bandit and tried taking the arrow out. He failed. He searched the area for all the arrows he shot, keeping as many as he could find. He picked up both glass weapons and set them next to the tent. As he stepped into the tent, he noticed a small box. He attempted to open it, but it was locked. He picked the lock and found a small pendant. It had initials engraved. He assumed it was someone else's, but.. perhaps this belonged to the bandits. Perhaps they were a couple.

He set the pendant back, and shut the box. "If there was anything to gain from stealing and selling that pendant," Dystevas thought to himself, "it's ending up no better than a penniless thief."

Dystevas wasn't the most fortunate Bosmer around, but he certainly wasn't dirt poor. Stealing was about as necessary as a place to sleep. Dystevas laid back in the bedroll and drifted to sleep...

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That's the backstory/intro. You could call it an ESIV fanfic, I don't know.

simply this, another super smash bros with dark samus this time