Chapter One: Why Me?

It was a particularly strange day today.

The sun was quite dim, the sky seemed like it was afraid, and people were depressed. It was like that feeling when it was going to rain. The air was warm, the wind was strong, the atmosphere was quite depressing; it was like when Rythe Lythandas created a rainy day... I swear, those paintings move!

Anyway here I am just minding my own buissiness, in the Market District of the Imperial City, eating an apple when a pair of guards run up on me and charge me with thievery of the jewelry nearby. Of course, I grinned and shrugged it off as a common misconception. However, when I emptied out my pockets, jewels, pearls, necklaces, everything poured out like a waterfall! Even in my storage bag, jewels!

Feeling completely aloof, I was carried away... I could have sworn I saw a bosmer, dressed in leather, grin at me.

Now, I could go on and on about how I was brought before the legion guards, scoulded horribly, threatened with jail time that could last for years, or even life-sentances, but that is not why you are reading this journal... which I had stolen from a bookstore in Morrowind; I swear, the dunmer need to follow a customers, especially when there is only one, around to make sure they don't steal.

Anyway, after the pointing of the fingers and yelling, I was stripped of the rags I wore and given, wait for it, more rags! Brilliant! I was given my storage bag, though.

So here I am; writing in my old journal in this dark and cold cell with a sleeping Imperial... how I snuck the journal in... I'll never tell!

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Well, it is pretty late; around twelve in the morning, anyway, and me and my cell mate were given our first bit of food that is supposed to last us for a day or two... a loaf of bread and half a jug of water. You know, that imperial sleeps like a baby; I clawed and screamed when I was thrown in here...

*the page is many angry words written in lead that are unintelligible.*

So, I ate a piece of the bread and a small cup of water... not in the mood for food... heh, that rhymed! and the whole time sleeping beauty, over there, dreams on as the dunmer from across the cell keeps trying to make me hungry with some rat, and tells me of how I will die. He shut up when I waved the loaf of bread around my head... HA!

So, I knew this day would be strange; the weather, the feel, the people; it was all a sign that I'd be in here! I should have stayed inside the boarding house,

*note I live... lived in a boarding house nearby. Screw living on the waterfront! I'm not going to lose any of my stuff to the cut-purses! Continueing on,

but noooooo I had to buy an apple and chill out with in the market district. Ya know, I feel sorry for the khajiit who work for the Black Horse Courrier; that is what my race has been diminished into: low-pay delivery boys for the local news. At least I pawn what I find laying around.