Words Before the Later Words

This one has found a scrap of paper and things to write with, and so will write some words. For those other than Kiseena who are to later read the words, this one's name is Kiseena. The year or month or even the day is uncertain. All Kiseena knows is that the place is a town called Seyda Neen, and the land is called Vvardenfell.

Before more words are written of today, some must be written of the past. The mother of Kiseena once lived on Vvardenfell many years ago. Not wanting this one to live the life of a slave as she had, mother made her escape and fled the area the imperials call Morrowind. This one was then born and given the name Kiseena and taught many things. How to hide, how to keep quiet, how to make the locks of doors be less difficult and more friendly.

Mother called herself a "traveling acrobat," and took this one far from Morrowind, to the loud, white city in the middle of a land called Cyrodiil. "It is at times easier to hide in plain sight among many, than alone in the shadows," mother said. Mother and Kiseena lived in this round city, while mother danced and tumbled for the crowds at the local arena between bloody fights. Kiseena has never doubted mother's words until the day that she was seen by a dark elf that claimed to be mother's owner.

This one did not understand. Mother always taught Kiseena that no man or mer could own another, that all people should be free if they want it. Mother fought the imperials. She was very fast, and had an anger in her eyes that this one had never seen. Ferocious was mother's will to be free, but against the blades of the guards of the white imperial city, will is not always enough.

The dark elf they lay claim to Kiseena, saying that this one was his property by way of birth. "If you cut a gem, do you not then own two gems?" he had asked. This one believes that Merrunz himself push forward the anger inside, and so Kiseena clawed his face deeply. Kiseena was then carried away and thrown into the imperial dungeon.

Many days passed. This one does not know how many, as the loss of mother was still too close. Food arrived but was not eaten, for Kiseena had no will to eat. Imperials came and put chains to Kiseena's feet and wrists. This one was brought to the waterfront, put on a wooden boat. No-one spoke of a destination, though Kiseena once heard mention of Morrowind for the first time in years. Mother did not like to speak of that place.

Kiseena now has little room for more words on this piece of parchment. This one will find more, and more will be written, for odd things have happened and will no doubt continue to happen.

This one misses you, mother.