Prologue
All my life I have struggled for survival, I've resorted from theft to murder. I stand here in the house of my victim, her body had grown cold and eyes have clouded over with death. I look at myself in the broken mirror beside me.
What had I become? What madness has claimed me? I was blood stained the hem of my green shirt and dagger. My ebony locks had escaped from the hair small hair tie.
I take another look around at the house, I smiled to myself. She really did have everything anyone would ever want. I felt a rush of satisfaction as I took everything I could. Once I left the house and I was confronted by the embrace of this chilly night. The fog served me useful as I made my way to the stables of Bruma and tied my stolen goods to a paint horse. I slowly took the horse away from the stables and rode off to the distance. I knew not where I was going or why I had done what I did, but I knew I couldn't be here anymore.
