Nara Of The Shadows: The Listener's Beginnings

Out of all the ways I could have died, this isn't exactly my ideal way to go. I've always thought I would take my final breaths at the hands of a double-crossed friend or maybe perhaps eaten by some mythical beasts after fighting viciously. Yet here I am. Dying of frostbite on the steps of Windhelm, slowly losing the feeling of my limbs. I can't say I had a moral life, it's only just begun, but the nine divines work in mysterious ways and how am I to question their judgement on who lives and who dies? If only I could have slit that mother fucker's neck faster, then maybe I wouldn't have wounds so severe.

As the pool of my blood freezes around me, it's quickly becoming apparent my death draws near.

There was so much I could have been capable of. I could be a part of the legends they sung of tales of in inns or perhaps all the time or maybe even a famous hunter. Known to hunt the most dangerous of prey, but above all, I wish to have been loved.Even during my youth; I was alone. Wandering the great forests of Valenwood, tolerated yet shunned by the wood elves for my appearance. I've never known the feeling of affection or love, and for as long as I've lived, that was the one thing that I have craved.

My eyes blur as I continue to stare at the frosted ground, breathes slowly becoming shallower.

You know what? Death is quite peaceful.