Tales of the Dragonborn

Part 1

I haven't got much time left, the fate of Tamriel rests upon my shoulders and I must protect it. Shame really I had so much more I wanted to accomplish, but I must not dwell on what my non-existent future may bring, no no no instead in my final hours I must think back to the good and the bad, what went right and what went wrong and most importantly tell my story to who ever may find this among their travels...

Where can I start... Ah yes I know, a crucial part of my, well you could say 'upbringing'. As I High Elf you can most likely guess that I was born in Summerset Isles in 4E 101. Fortunately I never got too grow up with my fellow kind as with my parents being Thalmor officials they were ordered to go to Cyrodiil when I was just 8 months of age, that's where everything goes down hill.

It was Sundas the 14th Last Seed 4E 103 When my parents were just doing what was 'basic research' on the Khajiit until they discovered a document written by a member of the Higher Council. The note stated:

'The Khajiit are such a gullible race, especially when it comes to their idiotic moon traditions, this is why it has been agreed by myself and colleagues that we shall pretend that we had brought the moons back, obviously the Khajiit will grateful that we brought us back and shall surely give us full co-operation giving us even more soldiers to fight in our glorious troops, the Thalmor shall rule over all!'.

My parents were astounded by this, how could the Thalmor do this to such an ancient race! And what if this isn't the only thing the Thalmor were lying about!

As you can expect when the Thalmor found out about their plans to betray the Thalmor they were outraged, and sent a team of them to go eradicate my parents, if you were to so to speak, 'look on the bright side', my parents at least knew they were coming, but both of the knew it was fruitless to try save them selves, but they could save me! So early dawn they set out, my mother carrying me in her arms, a single tear strolled down he face. As they reached the edge of the city my parents had noticed what appeared to be a a Khajiit shop, items appeared to be on sale so they assumed he was still around. They gently put me in a basket and ran away, my mother trying to hold back the tears.

I never truly found out what happened after that, all I know is that they were captured but after that the records never stated whether they were killed or not.

Around five hours later the Khajiit merchant returned whispering Khajiit curses to himself, (most likely directed at guards, who I am told, were forcing him to leave the city), As he picked up my basket naturally he noticed it was a lot heavier than when he had left it, he gently pushed back the lid to see the 'surprise' that laid inside. After almost jumping out of his skin and shouting another set of curse words the man, (or cat?), finally settled down and took a good look at me, "So then you little house cat, for starters how did one get into my basket S'arkhu wonders?" the Khajiit asked himself,

"Well little High Elf, you were left in S'arkhus' basket for a reason S'arkhu thinks, well there appears to be no-one left to look after you, and no orphanage for miles, S'arkhu guesses he needs new student, what do you think little one?" he asked me.

According to S'arkhu I replied with a little giggle which to S'arkhu meant yes in common baby tongue, (I can see why he later started to refer to himself as S'arkhu the mad!), and with that S'arkhu took it upon himself to teach me the way of the merchant, not the finest of trades but an honourable one if you wish to seek it!

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