The blade appeared out of nowhere. I saw it plunge into the back of my mothers neck. I remember the sound it made as it broke through bone, I remember the blood, so much breton blood. I saw the guard appear from nothingness and bend over her, taking the tome from her lifeless body. Though we were in the market district of the imperial city, this guard wore the armor of a city guard though I did not see which city he was from. He quickly opened the last page of the book and gasped , "Tam! RUGH!" ? He then dissapeared. The imperial guards rushed to the scene and though I told the truth about what had just happened ,,, they called ME the murderer. They called me Eville. Marukh's Day, the 9th of Second Seed, my 17th birthday since being born under the stars of the Apprentice, was another solumn day in the imperial prison. The elf in the other cell taunted me, again. My mother taught me to hate all elves but I swore a oath, that elf WILL die by my hand. I tried to block him out by entering monothought, as my mother had taught me so many years ago. My mother was of the few breton families to have never left the Alessian Order. She was a Marukhati Selective, as her mother before her, as I am also. I remember asking her about my father, why my hair is blond while hers is black. Why I saw things in my monothought, things she could not see. Places I had not been to before, the locations of things, the "knowing" , the time out of mind. She said my father was the high king of Alinor. "How could this be mother, Alinor is but a village, a shadow of it's former grandure. There is no king there, nore has there been for thousands of years". She said she was sent there by the Marukhati to find the proof. Deep under, she found the tomb. She told the Arch-Prelate she found nothing. When I was born, with my blond hair, they named me Eville. My mother did not change it because she said my father was evil. Myself and my mother were banished that day. Over the years she taught me many things. She taught me the ways of combat. She taught me to have strength and endurance. She taught me how to grade my skills. She taught me Armorer, Block, Blunt, Hand to Hand and Heavy Armor. She taught me Mercantile and Speechcraft. She taught me ..... I miss her. I'm a seventeen year old Breton man in prison but when I think about her ... I cry.
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