3rd Midyear, 4E 186
Night: Château du Châtillion
Fire has the power to destroy. My home, my family, my life were all taken by fire. But I rose out of the ashes. I took that power to destroy for myself. One fatal mistake, and the die has been cast. I belong to... Darkness now. I strive, with a new family, to satisfy this dark lust with its only nourishment: blood. I kill, I murder, I slay, I laugh, I love, I... live. After all, blood is thicker then water.
Dear Gods its hot in here! Wait, I was awaken by the intense heat and deafening sounds. Then, I was greeted with fire licking at the walls. Ma maison is on fire. I sat on my bed stunned, I did not truly react until I heard the screams from down below. Coupled with the roar of the fires, I panicked under the deafening sounds(quite surprisingly, as I am a rather calm person, I assure you). I first tried the door, my hand eagerly grasping the scorching metal handle. I burnt my hand badly. I screamed as I nursed my hand, and raced over to my desk. It still held the contents of earlier's experiment with(convenient) healing potions. In theory healing potions do not actually heal, rather it stills the pain and speeds up the actual healing process. But who cares!? Focus Rosie! I poured a large vial's content on my hand, sighing in relief as the sanguine liquid absorbed into my skin, the angry red flesh slowly turning back to fresh pink skin. I looked around my room, panicking, not seeing anything that could help me. I cannot open the door without burning myself and jumping out of the windows will surely kill me, but do I have much of a choice?! At that moment, the door bursted open, spilling fire into my bedchamber , shooting out lit pieces of wood, metal, and sickeningly enough, a putrid smell of burnt flesh.
I laid on the floor, helpless and possibly near death. What is going to happen!? I started to cry, thinking about my mother and father, they could be dead by now. I cried for the servants, they have always been so kind. I panicked as the rafters started to fall apart and my eyes landed on a ceramic jar of frost dust, which had fallen from my vanity table. Frost dust is used most by women to add some natural rosiness to the cheeks due to the magical and residual coldness of it. Crawling over to it, I reached and grabbed the nearly full jar. The frost can protect me! I just need to find an escape. I looked around my room and fond both doors to be inaccessible, that only left the windows. I poured a jug of water all over my nightdress, on the neck, sleeves, all over. I then took a thick horsehair brush, from my art lesson and heavily dusted myself, the frost dust sticking like an adhesive to the wet material of my dress.
I calmly stood up and faced the large window that overlooks the rose garden. With fire licking at my back and doubt plaguing my heart, I ran straight into the window flying through the air, falling. It was as if I was falling, deep within a column of light. Pure, loving, unconditional light. And that light turned to darkness. Cruel, still, mysterious darkness.
And I welcome it.
Thus the curtain opens on 'Whispers in the Dark' a novel set within the Elder Scrolls Iniverse based on in-lore events. I hope you will enjoy this story as much is I had writing it.
-ShadowlsintheDark