Zeddlegion

Starting out as a young dark elf was hard. I had seen my far share of hardship and death, caused by man and beast.

Early in life I had decided that I would follow the path of the healer. helping those in need, destroying demons and spreading the ray of light to my fellow companions. I worked hard to learn the ways of the gods and harder yet to learn to wield the staff. Every gold piece I had, spent to pursue knowledge and even help a poor beggar from time to time when I could. Long and hard I worked, going from town to town completing small tasks and healing the sick. many people where hard off and broke, so I didn't make much in the way of gold. That was ok at the time, I survived and made ends meet.  

Before long I had meet a small group of companions that asked from my help. They needed a healer as they went to slaying demons and beasts. I gladly joined with them, thinking it would lead me toward my dreams of being a hero. At the begin everything was fine, we cleaned up a lot of problems. The people where happy, life was good. But soon the things we where fighting got above our skills and quickly.

My skills I had Learned where not enough and I went looking for any way to better them in a hurry. Gold was spent faster than I could make it, sometimes I even owed debts that I could not pay in time. My companions "Not being on the righteous path I was" found other jobs to help pay for there needs an would help me along at times. But I was feeling relationships start to strain. They asked if I would join them on there jobs, but how could I when I thought they where to evil to even be thought of. To even mention out loud to others made my skin crawl.

But after a time my companions would return as if they did no wrong, pockets swelling with gold, new and better weapons and armor. An yet they would still slay demons and help those in need. An here I was still in rags, struggling to pay the high prices of the knowledge I had so wanted to obtain.

It wasn't long till I began thinking that it might be easier to be like them. Maybe I should forget about my wanting to learn about magic and spreading the light. Maybe I should just grab a sword and shield. How hard could it be to slash at an enemy, It had to be less expensive. An I could still help the people of Tamriel. Then as my mind explored the idea, I began to think of the darker jobs my companions where taking. I didn't want to murder people, but the gods know that some men an women where worse than the demons we had been fighting. An stealing? Well its not like the rich got there by being good an honest. They could to afford to fill a coffer or two.

It was at this moment that I realized that I was tired of the gods not looking out for me. The one that was trying as hard as I might, to help all and was getting nothing for my troubles. I prayed to every good an decent god I could think of, to help access the gold I needed to keep spreading the light and helping others. But all was still and silent, Nothing but the breeze rustling the tall grass could be heard. I waited till the dead of night, when to the two moons where at there peek. Before screaming into the night, TO OBLIVION WITH YOU ALL THEN!!

The next day I would join my companions. it seamed to easy not to, I would from now on focus on my natural strength. I mean I was taller an stronger than most of the others of my kind as it was. An even though the trials of magic had turned my hair gray. Making me look older than I really was, my Body was still strong as a Guar in its prime.

I would become something or someone else! what that is, I'm still not sure. But I am tired of being a healer, this much I know!! everyone better beware the darkness I will go to, too get what I want. If you are reading this and still don't know what it is that I want, I'll tell you. POWER, PURE UNMATCHED POWER!! the kind the of power the gods will fear!!!

HA..HAHAHA ........................... I think I'm going completely insane......... I think... evil is taking over...