I was scared,

More scared then I have ever been. My people… gone in the blink of eye. I was alone in the world, I was young and on my own. I never knew what happened. I woke and they had disappeared. I was the princess of the Dwemer, I was born to King Aengoth and Queen Estina. I live my life with twelve different nurses, but the last one I lived more then my parents, her name was Calman, she was a Snow Elf. I grew in magic, but I loved machines more. My father refused to allow me to practice, saying that it was not a queenly talent. I practiced my talent in secret, deep within the forges of Blackreach. None but Calman knew, I learned more and more about machines over the years, but on that horrible night when I woke to see none of my people, but to only see inky blackness. The Falmer escaped and destroyed Blackreach. I escaped with my life, but with nothing else, Calman gave her life to save me and I just ran to save my own wrenched skin. I went to Whiterun and I became an apprentice to a Nord woman, she taught me all she knew and after a while I took over her blacksmith shop after she died. i have lived there ever since. I took on an apprentice, and young man named Lars Battle-Born. I am a Dwemer, I live to fight. I am Princess Eindrel.

Golden eyes examined the yellowed page. The dim lights made it hard to read the curved writing, but the young woman managed. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a tight braid. She placed the paper onto her night stand and blew out the candle. She laid in the dark.

Tomorrow is going to be a better day, Eindrel.

She thought to herself as she rolled over and drifted to sleep.


Okay this is the first chapter of The Bronze Tower! Yay! It has a similar beginning to The Snow Elves, I know, but I like it! Review! Bye!