I had always wanted to do origin stories from the characters involved in Lissa's tale as they have stories that need to be told, and now I've finally managed to work on them.
They will be alot less frequent then Lissa's story and they will not be in chronological order, but I hope they give all my readers a good insight into the characters.
We will start the tales with a story from a certain raven haired bosmer.
I hope you enjoy
Jessie Freijan
1. The perfect Family?
I woke up. My head hurt a bunch after the night before.
I didn’t know why my daddy always insisted that I train my conjuration skill at least three times a day; once in the morning, once at mid-day and again at night. Somehow my summoned creatures always managed to land on my head.
I sat upright on my bed and took in my surroundings. It was most definitely morning as the sun blinded me as I tried to open them.
I climbed out of bed as slowly as I could, not realising my right leg was still asleep. As I tried to stand I collapsed on the floor.
“Owwwwwwch!” I bellowed.
“Jesnier! Are you awake?”
It was my mother calling me from downstairs.
“YES MOTHER!” I yelled back as I waited for my leg to wake up.
Why do I always wake up at silly O’clock in the morning.
As I laid on the ground I heard my puppy scamper into my room. It approached me me and began to lick my face.
“Jaden! Stop it!” I giggled.
“JESNIER! DOWNSTAIRS!” Mother ordered.
I grabbed Jaden and held him in my arms as I barely managed to climb back onto my feet.
Why does she always have to yell at me…
***
“Jesnier you have to stop sleeping in so late.” Mother nagged me as I sat at the breakfast table.
“Mother, It’s only seven thirty…”
“Don’t answer back, Jesnier.”
“I didn’t-“
“JESNIER!” mother said, stopping me before I could finish.
I looked away from her, not wanting to anger her anymore. I reached for a breadloaf and started to tuck into it.
She always spoke to me as if I was an enemy rather than I child. I didn’t think she liked me very much.
We sat in silence for some time. I didn’t dare speak to her as I knew that any comment I made would result in an immediate scolding.
Suddenly I looked toward the front door as I saw it open, and in came my father. I jumped out of my seat, accidently dropping Jaden, and ran toward him.
“DADDY!” I screamed with delight as I wrapped my arms around him.
“Hello Jessie! You’re up early!”
“What time do you call this? I waited up all night for you! You didn’t tell me you would be working late?” Mother nagged.
Daddy looked at me with a look that said ‘I can’t win, eh?” sighed and headed over to mother.
“Darling we had a bit of trouble with the library. Some of the scrolls had been misplaced and we had to reorganise them. It was a very last minute thing.”
“I don’t care!” mother said sternly. “The point is you could have let me know. You didn’t.”
“I didn’t have time to send anybody over here to let you know.”
“ATHRAGAR WE LIVE NEXT DOOR! You have NO excuse.”
“Tilda please! Do not yell in front of Jessie!”
Mother glared at daddy and rose from her seat. She picked up an apple and threw it at daddy.
“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” She screamed before charging upstairs.
Daddy chased after her, leaving me on my own. I knelt down, picked up Jaden and sat back on my seat, kissing the top of Jaden’s Head.
***
“So Jessie, what shall we do today?”
Once I left my house I bumped into my friend Dar-Ma. She sat by the Great Oak and I went to join her.
“I don’t know,” I replied, thinking. “Maybe we could go and see Renoit? Maybe she needs help?”
“Oh no, that’s boring! I spend most of my time helping mother in the shop, free time is for fun! Not more work!”
I giggled. She had a point.
I sat and thought a moment longer, wondering what we could do to pass the time on this beautiful day in Chorrol.
“Hmm… maybe we could see the Countess? She may have a job for us!” I suggested.
Dar-Ma shook her head, a look of panic in her eyes.
“Oh no, do you remember the last time we helped her out? We almost died!”
“We didn’t ‘almost die’ Dar-Ma, we just got attacked by a bear cub. Besides we were only fifteen then. It’s been three years! I’m sure we could outsmart the bear this time.”
Dar-Ma was unconvinced.
“No, I’m sorry but I will not risk my life again.”
I laughed.
“Well maybe we can-“
Before I had a chance to continue I saw the door to my house slam open. Mother came charging out and
Daddy followed her.
Daddy was trying to get Mother to get back into the house, but she wasn’t having any of it.
Mother stormed off down to the city’s south gate as I looked at Daddy. He noticed me and gave me a sympathetic smile, which I reciprocated, before he went back inside.
“What was that about, Jessie?” Dar-Ma asked me.
I shook my head.
"Whatever it’s always about. Mother always manages to find a way to start an argument.”
I looked at Dar-Ma and smiled. It a smile that cried a thousand tears.
I don’t know why mother was the way she was, but it was too much.
Even though it was awful to think some of the time I thought it would be better if Mother was dead. We would all be a lot happier.
I didn’t think that often, and I loved my mother dearly, but she treated us like mud crab dung.
Who wants a mother like that…
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