To whomever it may concern. This is my journal. I doubt any of you have heard of me as I most likely passed out of history for a long time ago. This journal describes as much of my life that I remember, and I can just hope that you who have found it can find some help out of it.
I remember it as though it was yesterday. The defining moment of my life. The day my parents were murdered.
"Aramis, hurry up or we'll miss the ship". Sighing to myself, I hurried after my parents. I for one could not care about us moving, I liked it here in Cyrodiil, but my parents... well my father really had gotten it into his mind that we should move to Morrowind instead.
He had been rambling for day's about all the good fortunes that could be made there, and any Breton worth his name should move there. The fact that in Morrowind Might probably makes Right was just a minor detail to him and if I wasn't mistaken he probably thought that we would strike gold immediately after our arrival, foolish man I say, but he was the big man in the family, and me as the youngest just had to shut up and do as he said.
Anyway we were just a few hours away from the city of Leyawiin, when we were stopped by six men, all armed to the teeth with expensive weaponry and clad in Ebony armour.
"Drop your weapons and all of your possessions and hand over your money, or we'll kill you", said the one who apparently was the leader of the group. Judging from the rich armour, fine clothing underneath it and snobbish attitude all of them held, we had apparently managed to run into a band of young nobles, who got their kicks out of robbing travellers, who would have guessed.
I had already dropped whatever I was carrying and stepped away from it, and my father was contemplating about doing the same, when my older brother acted like he had always done in a situation that could lead to violence. What else could the foolish guy to than to draw his sword and jump headfirst towards the snobbish bastards.
Allow me to explain a bit more about him. My brother was an overweight lazy blonde youth with delusions of grandeur, and with the way he always talked about himself you could clearly see that he thought himself to be the second coming of Talos himself.
Surprisingly enough... or maybe not really he managed to kill one of the rich upstarts by driving his sword straight into the chest of one of them. Really I do not believe any of you would have reacted any differently if all of a sudden, and overweight boy who looked to be as intelligent as a rat threw hismelf at you.
One of their comrades getting skewered did however put the rest of the idiots into action, and with a cry of denial they threw themselves at my brother.
If I had been my father (perish the thought) I would have used the opportunity to run like Dagon himself was at my heels, though my father whose intelligence was close to, if not a bit higher than my brother's drew his on sword, and jumped headlong into the melee.
My mother was actually the one who surprised my by joining him, and myself who was but a mere boy of ten years, did what any intelligent person would do, I ran like a khajiit on moon sugar high.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, whatever way you want to see it was discovered by the young nobles, and one of them shot me in the back while running away, and with a few choice words (not exactly proper in behaved societies), I was thrown into the water, and lost consciousness.
Okay, so thats it. That was the prologue of my new story. While I have not abandoned Telina or Salina, this one have been interrupting my thoughts so long that I had to put it down to paper... or screen really. Tell me what you think about it.
-Tellie.