Hey, this is my first Fic, he is in the CoC's Cell, but the Oblivion Crisis doesn't happen.
Chapter 1: The Escape
I had decided to leave my bondage passively; it is almost funny the way the Imperial Prison kept me well fed. I suppose I escaped the starving and torture due to my slight age of thirteen, but enough to make me plump? I don't understand my imprisonment anyway. Seven months for breaking into a beautician's shop? Whatever, I at least had managed to dye my hair black before they caught me so I certainly wasn't going to get sent back.
I had planned my escape from day one. I noticed the guards had clumped near the jerk across from me's cell, due to his hourly beatings. I decide that the best time to escape would be when they dragged him off for foul behaviors.
I had managed to sneak one lock pick in with me. I didn't want to waste it. Perhaps I should describe myself. I mentioned why I was sent to jail, I needed the money, I wasn't starving, but I was going to be soon if I didn't get some money soon. All I had at the time was a pair of leather greaves, some fur boots, and a harsh green wool shirt, only five septims to my name, and a copper and sapphire ring. I found a lock pick in a box outside Jensine's. I broke in, and got caught. My name is Theo. I'm a Breton with light brown, but not quite blond hair, and blue eyes. Normal-ish face, at least for Bretons, with kinda high cheekbones and a thin nose. I am no mage but I know some destruction, restoration, mysticism, and barely any illusion. I have no alteration or conjuration spells whatsoever.
I used my weakest fire spell Flare to warm the lock at the dead of night to make it easier to pick. I managed to soften the picks and broke the lock. I ducked and while that loser across from me was looking away… I opened the door and slipped out.
The Jailor had fallen asleep and I went to the evidence chest and collected my supplies. While I did this I failed to realize that he was waking up and when I did I saw an expression of hateful rage. "You little CLANNFEAR! He started to draw his sword and in fear I did something I would regret. I grabbed the iron dagger on his desk and swung it up towards his head. I heard a gurgling sound and some warm sticky wet stuff but didn't look up as I pulled out twenty-three septims from his wallet and ran.
"It only took you two weeks to escape," I thought as I left the Prison District. I paced nervously across the bridge before I saw a guard. "Hey!" He called me over and I told him… "My parents are staying at the Merchant's Inn so I'm going there." He accepted this and told me to hurry up.
When I arrived in the Market District I did indeed go to the Merchant's Inn. I quickly paid the Bartender and got a room for 20 septims, leaving me with just 8. The previous guest had left a mortar and pestle and I pocketed it. Since it was 1:23, I washed the dye out of my hair and went to bed.
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