A Harvest Of Lies: by Horoshima
It was the 14th of Last seed and a very humid day at that but it could not detour a young Dunmer named Symatias from working in the fields of his familys old Colovian farm. He Wanted to finish quickly so he had time to relax before traveling to Imperial City To sell this years bountiful crop to the over zealous rich of the marble city. He tilled and plowed the fields untill dusk when his father called him to his dinner.
"Let me guess... rice" Symatias remarked sarcasticly as he seated himself next to his father at the table. Symatias'sshort silver hair and dark skin stood out in the small amount of fading light that entered through the scratched and dirtied window. "I'm impressed with your firm grasp of the obvious." stated his father as he slid a bowl of rice over to Symatias.
After eating his flavorfully lacking rice Symatias stood and addresed his father "I'll be going to bed now, after all I'll definitelyneed my sleep for the trek I begin tomorrow." To which his farther replied "That's a wonderful idea after all I remember my first cross country journey." Symatias walked to his bed slept well... after all tommorow would be the defining moment of his life even if didn't know it.