《Re:Skyrim》Chapter One
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When I came to, I realize that, there isn't much to realize.
I had no memories to relive, no senses to use, no limbs to move, nothing, just a sapient will that wasn't sentient.
Time didn't exist there, as an uncountable amount of moments passed without any more different so than others.
That was, until something reverberates my whole being.
A sound, a voice, so melodious it twisted the void around me, giving birth to a multitude of colours, a voice, so graceful it gave me a newborn soul, a voice, so powerful it brought me to reality.
"Approach, my child, and choose how your new life shall begin"
With her words, a myriad of meanings and knowledge flooded me, giving me a portion of common sense known to Man and Mer.
I was but a soul then, and by her, Mara, the Goddess of Love and Compassion, I was given life and a chance to live, as a mortal.
Mara presented me with choices of different lives, all unique and unlike the others, all have their own stories and destiny. They all had interesting history and abilities, given headstarts, and allies.
But what I wanted wasn't listed, and so, I lowered myself to the lowest of low and asked for another gift, even though I know I was being ungrateful, ever since from long ago, all I wanted was this.
"Mara, please, I beg and I grovel, please, give me what I desire the most, give me what I covet, please give me, true freedom."
I didn't want to be constrained by other's lives and relations, neither did I want to live according to others.
I wanted to be free, away from this prison, away from the darkness, I just want to live.
"So be it."
I sensed an unknown emotion within her voice, not sweetened and divine as just a few moments ago, but with it, was an unbroken conviction.
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A calm and soothing presence enveloped me, carrying me away from this dark place, and hopefully to my new life, where I would be a mortal.
And thus, I woke up, with run down stone walls, moist air, black rusted iron bars holding me inside a cell.
A bouncy and jumpy feeling floated inside me, it made all the way into my new mouth, where it turned my lips into a crescent shape.
For the first time in my new life, I grinned.
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