A/N: Getting this out of the way early today before finishing up some latin translation, enjoy!
Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread
Getting deported wasn’t on my list of things to ever do, neither was getting arrested for a reason I still have yet to figure out. I didn’t steal anything, I didn’t hurt anybody, as far as I know I didn’t break any laws. Maybe I trespassed by accident? I’m not entirely sure, all I know is this creaky wooden ship is headed to Seyda Neen, a small settlement in Vvardenfell that is the destination for nearly all Dunmer citizens that get deported, criminal or not. Only one other prisoner, if we can call ourselves that, is on the ship with me. An intimidating looking fellow, who doesn’t talk much and mostly ignores me. I don’t know his name, and I doubt I ever will. Based on what I’ve heard he is a criminal, or at least was up until recently. The guards are a mix, some Imperial and some not. One nice thing about not being crammed in with many others is I’m allowed a certain degree of freedom to wander around the ship, with supervision of course. As we continue the journey I go up to the deck to get some fresh air. It’s night by now, and given how far north we are the aurora is visible, a moving tapestry of colors against the dark sky filled with stars. I end up having an engaging conversation with one of the Breton shipmates about our journey, it’s one he’s made many times though usually not under these specific circumstances. It’s rare they transport a prisoner like me, one who was deported due to orders coming directly from the emperor. What I ever did to upset the emperor is beyond me…though I have heard he does get strange dreams, and sometimes they have particular people in them, people who end up being of great importance. Perhaps I’m one of those people? I don’t know, I doubt it. Why would a blind kid from Sadrith Mora who grew up in the Imperial city be important? In some ways being deported isn’t too bad for me actually, given my roots in the country. While I spent a majority of my life in Cyrodiil, I was born in Morrowind, and spent my young childhood there. While the Imperial City may be home from a certain perspective, it wasn’t really. Yes, home is behind with the world ahead, and many paths to tread in this new and yet very old country. New adventures await upon my release…so long as I don’t get killed by a cliffracer.
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