Trapped || Skyrim Fanfiction

Aesha is my name. Fully blooded bosmer, also known as a "wood elf". Ever since I was little I was belittled and told lies about high elves and elves in general. Saying that the wood elves are only good elf race out there. Saying that the thalmor are evil, which I agree on to an extent, but not every high elf is part of that. When will I be able to communicate with one? I've only met one once when I was so so little, I remember my father grasping my arm, pulling me away. I'm not going to be secluded anymore. That's not what I was born to do. Im a wood elf. I was born to hunt. I was born to be outside.