I approach my deathly salvation. The cold bloodied steel of the axe my savior. Soon my pain and will end. And yet, even now at my end the only thing I can see is her eyes, my love. How can something so beautiful bring so much misery and hate?
I grew up much like any other Nord of Skyrim. Played in the fields like any other, hunted deer like any other, fell in love like any other. She was what gave me life, she gave me peace. My father disapproved, as he wanted me to marry a true Nord, not some magic doing witch. But his words eventually disappeared when he returned from the war and she healed his wounds. Not just his body but his soul with her tenderness and kindness. Life was perfect.
Life was perfect; we grew up, had a child and we even named him after my father. I farmed the land; she worked as a healer for returning men from the war. Life was perfect; until the night she passed. Ironic really as she died from an illness that even she couldn’t heal. She gave me her amulet that I forged for her when we were kids, and made me promise to take care of our child. She died in my arms, and as the life seeped out of her body, it seeped out of mine as well.
I raised our boy like she had wished and he grew up much the same as I. One day I heard news that my love’s mother had passed away back in the imperial city. My boy and I packed up and left for the city to pay our respects. After we visited the imperial city, we had decided to travel Tamriel before heading back to our homeland. We saw many great things before finally heading back home.
While crossing the border a group of stormcloak soldiers passed us by. The glare in their eyes made me feel uneasy. Then like a shooting star in the heavens, an arrow flew right over my head into the neck of one of the Stormcloaks. Next thing I knew there was a battle and my boy and I were right in the middle. We tried to ride out but our horses were taken out and I was crushed under the weight of my horse. My son rushed over to try and help me and pulled me out.
Next thing I know I hear a battle cry behind me, and before I can turn around to meet my attacker, my son had already drew his sword and plunged it the stormcloak soldier’s chest. I met his eyes with glowing approval, and for a moment I saw his mother. It had been the first time I had felt that happy for a long time. But that moment would be last time I would ever see any reminisce of my love, as suddenly his eyes glazed over, and he fell to his knees. An arrow had pierced his heart, and mine at the same time.
I caught him before he fell to the earth and I held him in my arms, oblivious to the continued fighting around me. He looked up at me as if asking me to save him, but no words came from his blood soaked lips. As I held him I felt his body loosen, and go limp in my arms. The life in his eyes fade like the sun at dusk as the night swallows up the day. What happened next I’m not sure but I had never been filled with so much pain and rage. I picked up his sword and started to swing it at any man that came close enough. I killed three, maybe four men; Imperial, Stormcloak, it didn’t matter. I dropped to my knees and looked to the heavens, searching for answers. This was when an imperial came over and hit me with the butt of his sword.
I have my head on the block now. Waiting for my steel savior to thrust down and release me. Finally I might be reunited with my love, and maybe my son will be there too. But I fear that I have done nothing so deserving. No, I will not go to same place as a beautiful healer of men’s hearts and souls, nor of a brave young man protecting his father. I will simply cease to exists, and maybe it better that way. As I look up to the heavens one last time, that next thing I see is glowing red eyes of what looks like a dragon. [/color]

