Back then, everything was sort of simplistic,
Back then, everything was sort of easy to deal with,
Until it happened.
We, my mother, father and me, gave ourselves to the Daedric lord Molag Bal.
Then everything became complicated,
Then everything became hard to deal with.
My father became far harder to deal with,
He became absorbed in an obscure prophecy.
My mother and I didn’t want a war with the rest of the world,
So I was hidden away from everything
And everyone I loved.
Then, millennium later, I was released from my slumber,
From my tomb.
Everything changed over the years,
Everything I knew was all but gone.
But as time went on, everything became clear and similar to times of the past.
This second chance my friend gave me…
I will not waste it.
For him.
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