My childhood seemed to be slipping away as I heard my best friend say four words I never wanted to hear. "I'm an Imperial now." All the memories of us playing on the big log pile out back, harassing my older sister, chasing chickens, playing in the river, and going to see Whiterun flashed before my eyes. We had always been friends, from the day he chucked a cabbage at my head, and I ran after him. After apologizing for hitting me, he gave me a septim and said: "Hey, do you want to go see the big waterfall?" I said yes and for that day forth we were friends. He always loved teasing me about how I liked that girl from Helgen, but he came with me on the long trips to see her, and drank mead with juniper berries while the girl and I flirted. His parents were huge worshippers of Talos, and so were mine. What went wrong? Why am I losing him? After all, I'm a Stormcloak. As he rambled on about how he was going to join the imperial army, all I could think of was one thing: "You'll always be my best friend, imperial or no. I love you, Hadvar."
