Water.
Water in my nose, my throat, my ears, my mouth.
Water that doesn't feel like water; water that is black and icy tar.
Only darkness below me.
Fire above.
I can't breathe, but there is no strength left in me to care.
I wonder if I am crying.
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Bread, Thorns, and Stormcloaks
FantasyEira Fellstar of Ivarstead is a Nord by upbringing and by choice, and that's all that matters. Growing up with a large family in a small village, Eira has always done her best to be a good daughter and a dutiful citizen. But when High King Torygg i...
