The Leaf in the Wind: Prologue - A Letter Home

• Posted by Gabe August 27, 2014 - Filed in TSC: CB Story - 1,377 views

  Faowynn and Eleanor of Greenheart, Imperial City, Market District

   

  4E 199, 14th of Last Seed

   

  Dearest Mother and Father,

  I write this letter in the hope that it finds you with haste, as I have no idea when I will have the means to send it. I wanted to assure you both that I made it across the border safely--I’m home free. But there is much I did not have the chance to say before I left, and, here, warming myself by the fire after nightfall in the forests of southern Skyrim seems as good a time as any to say it.

  First and foremost, I must apologize for my actions. Mother, you always said I was too impulsive, and I suppose you were right. I know I acted rashly and immaturely, I just want you both to know that I had only the best intentions. I thought I would be helping us. I just got a little carried away. Even so, I was very careful, and I would have gotten away with it if we weren’t sold out by that bastard Inigo. I can’t believe I called him my friend. Had I just done as you both had told me, though, none of this would have happened, and I would still be at home with you. I suppose I’m just too bullheaded to accept the grim truth that some have power and some don’t, and there’s nothing the latter can do about it. Now I am facing the consequences--I just wish you didn’t have to as well. I only hope that the absence of a mouth to feed will outweigh the loss of a source of income.

  I also wanted to give thanks--I cannot thank you enough for entrusting me with great grandfather's bow. I know that was no small matter, as it was the only thing we could afford to bring from our home in Greenheart when we were forced to leave Valenwood all those years ago. Though it was really only 3, it feels like many more. And yet, it also feels like yesterday. I was barely sixteen, the bud of my manhood just entering its first stage of bloom.

  I do not know when I will be able to return to you, mother and father. Despite this, I pray you do not lose hope. Quinn and the rest of the Fero family have wholeheartedly agreed to look out for you in my absence now that those two dolts are sure to be more vindictive than ever, and you can rest easy knowing that I am safe, and  not as unhappy as you might think. Though I was not ungrateful for our life in Cyrodiil, a day has not yet gone by when I do not miss our homeland, and, though Skyrim may be damn near the exact opposite of Valenwood, I find myself reminded of home. Skyrim is a wondrous place, ripe with natural splendor and wild, untamed beauty. After three years of living within the walls of Cyrodiil, craving home, I find my stomach filling with butterflies when I look out over this fierce new province, imagining the adventures that await me.

  With much love,

  Elwynn

   

  
  
  
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