The ground shakes
It had been two months since Kari and her mother reached the Nordic island of Solstheim. It had not been the best two months, even Kari knew that. And she came from the Ashlands. Kari and her mother had been placed into a tent near a town called Raven's Rock with about ten others. The tent was crowded and uncomfortable to say the very least. Food most of the time was simply bread and water from a few generous Nord's who came around, including the Nordic helmsman. If Kari was very lucky, the helmsman would bring her a sweet roll, with the promise he would get her out of there one day. At least three men, Nord and Dunmer, had tried to force themselves onto Kari's mother in this time, and every one of them went back unsuccessful after Kari had screamed at them, causing their eardrums to burst and causing insurmountable pain to various areas of their anatomy. But never killing them. The little girl was stopped by her mother before she had the chance to do so. Her other knowing things would be worse if her daughter killed someone. And to top it all off, for the first month after arriving, the camp was repeatedly struck by aftershocks of the mountain's shaking, killing more of the refugees and a fair few of the island's inhabitants, including four of the elves sharing Kari's tent. Which most of the inhabitants of the tent weren't greatly saddened by, especially after finding three bottles of cyrodillic brandy in the contents of someone's pack.
Not the best two months overall though.
But today was different, today was a good day. For once it wasn't raining so it wasn't as cold as usual as a result. There was also a certain calmness that descended on the refugee camp that seemed both unnatural but at the same time a long time in the making. Kari and her mother were sat outside their tent by a large tree that kept them covered from the sun. Her mother was telling her stories about the Daedra and their blessings. It was a story Kari heard many times before, but it was her favourite. Especially the blessings bestowed upon the followers of Mephala and of Mehrunes Dagon. The goddess of Secrecy and the god of Destruction respectively. But her mother always warned her little girl that following these beings was a double edged blade where the rewards were great at the cost of the purity of the soul. Kari always asked if there was a patron Daedra for her family or her tribe, to which the response was always a lopsided smile and a response of,
"You will know one day little one".
Later on in the same day, Kari was sleeping with her head in her mother's lap when the familiar sound of the Nord helmsman's voice drifted to her long ears. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. She heard her mother talk with the man and Kari's eyes flew wide open when the man said he could get them out of here. She jumped to her feet and hugged the man's leg so tightly, the man was later sure he had a crushed leg. Kari's mother picked her up, thanking the man and showering him with blessings. The two dark elves ran back to their tent, carefully gathered up their few belongings before heading back to the man who introduced himself as Edvard Bronzeaxe. Or Eddy as his friends called him is what he preferred. It was time for a new life in a city in Skyrim called 'Solitude'.
Kari couldn't've been happier.
It has been at least ten decades since Mephala had spent so long around the Table. She decided she was going to stay in her female form, it seemed more fitting. None of the others were around the table, they were all preparing for the arrival of the next "bout of fun" as Sheogorgath described it even though many of the Princes foresaw it as being a long time away. She found herself watching this little dark elf child, the Daedric prince sensing something in her that would lead her to be very important, let alone the sheer value of magic radiating from her. There were a few others on the map that she could see with one of her many eyes, but as one of her chosen race, this one took priority. The Daedra frowned and looked up at the dome that shone over the table, one of the Nine was watching the table from the stars engraved on the dome. The Daedra smirked. Things just got interesting.