Preface; The Story of Redemption

• Posted by Hunter Elyse June 10, 2013 - 610 views

                    The rain fell softly, the gentle tapping calmed me. I was so used to the blaring heat of Morrowind, the calm was nice. A few hours ago, I thought I was on top of the World. I was heading to Skyrim for a cure, for a final end to this demonic plague that my parents bestowed upon me. No, I don't blame them, they thought I would bask in the glory of the gift, but I hadn't. My heart had immediately reacted negatively to the blood, but I was the only one who felt that. On the third day, when the disease finally took over, my heart slowed, and it let out it's last pump. I missed the sound. Of course, I was only a young child when my parents had put the blood in my veins, but I was old enough to remember the heat that filled my cheeks when I got embarrassed, the longing for air after a few seconds spent underwater, and I missed those things. When I was 12, my parents had infected me with Sanguinare Vampiris. Three days later, they had earned themselves their very own Vampyre daughter. Just as their parents had done to them, they did to me. They say traditions are passed through generations, the Dunmer know this well, but no one, not even a Dunmer, knows how true that statement really is. When Molag Bal had originally given Vampirism to the mortals, the first to take the 'gift' were members of my family. Eventually, the tradition started, and my bloodline was forever clouded with evil. This blood pact to Molag Bal meant that we were great worshipers of the Daedra, even more so than the common Dark Elf family. I hated Molag Bal with a passion, his evil was too strong. I guess that hate was what eventually fueled my equally strong hate for Vampirism, and, eventually, my parents themselves. Now, as the rain falls gently around us, I ponder these events, how everything I had fought for was coming to an end in the worst way possible. I was headed to Helgen on the belief that I was a prisoner. Maybe I deserved it, maybe this unending pain I was born into was crime enough to be sentenced to death. Oh well. After all, I was a dark elf, and we didn't go down without a fight.