Skyrim: Revenge

Old Memories

We made it to Morrowind. But I felt strange. The first twin we walked through had a strong pull to me. There was a house in the conner of the street. The windows were shut, the door locked. I felt like this was something ment for me to see.

"Reubre. Could we have a  look in that house, over there?" My words sounded  shaky. Reubre agreed. It could  hold information. We walked up to the door. The key was hidden under a rock. I unlocked the door. I took a feel breath and walked in. I drew my knife and scrapped along the old wooden wall. There was a desk in the room next to me. Reubre looked around in the first room. I pulled out a draw, finding a old diry

Diary if Angmar Rosjate.

I opened the book. Laughing. Reubre walked in. I handed her the diry. "Who's this!" Her question made her look at me. She saw my eyes were torn between pain and anger. "Wait..."

"Look I am sorry I didn't tell you but hate that name. I just hate it. Yes. I am not a wood elf. I am I high elf. My father was a high elf ambassador, so was my mother. Look I hate that name." My eyes glowed with anger. My wings had disappeared along with my horns. Tears began to work their way down my face as Reubre outstretched her arms. Hugging me.

"If you don't want to stay here there is a door over there." Her words weren't filled with toxin but truth. I shook my head.

"I don't want to not yet. Not until I find something. Something you won't know about." I opened a safe behind a painting. It was my dairy. I flickered through the pages until I found it. A old note. "Dear dairy. To day marks the day that my name will be forever forgotten. Angmar is no more. Behold paarthanax. My true calling. Paarthanax."

We left the building, I couldn't stand it being there again. I decided to burn the name Angmar along with his memories and make new memories.

Angmar was dead. The true paarthanax was reborn in the flames.