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I will never forget when ulfric stormcloak was an apprentice at high hrothgar, learning the was of the voice. He was like an older brother to me. I remember when we spoke before he went off to war. It was a lovely clear day and ulfric had gotten the graybeard's permission to take me out for a day, as he sometimes did when we felt cramped up inside the temple.
We sprawled out in a field not to far past iverstead and just watched the clouds roll bye. At first we were laughing and joking around, but i found that the air grew thin and everything silent. I looked over to see a serious expression painted across his face.
"Zeffa?"
"Hmm?"
" tell me what you know about snow elf history."
That came out of nowhere. I did not know much because apparently we were an endangered species and still fading, but elder Borri lent me some books on the mater so I could stay educated and keep my lineage alive.
"Umm...I read that long ago skyrim was run only by snow elves and had a proud society and was fruitful and prospered. The drawings of it in the book looked beautiful. Anyway, then the people of atmora came over and they....they started to kill off my people."
I paused. As if what I had said was not bad enough, the worst was yet to come. I closed my eyes before proceeding.
"After the snow elfs went into hiding, many turned to the Dwemer for help. They tricked us and blinded us with a toxic fungi before enslaving us....in the end, my people ended up turning into falmer."
Silence then dominated the area. It was hard to accept that the words that slipped out of my mouth transformed an elated summers day into a cold still winter. Not only was it now a cold winter, but I was alone. Having spoke of such a chilling event placed me In the footsteps of my ancestors, forgetting that Ulfric was beside me.
I was grateful when he once again spoke, releasing me from the voids cold grasp.
"You know who the Atmoran people were?"
The truth is that I had no clue. The book mentioned them as killers, but that's all it talked about in snow elf history. I always pictured them as horrid beasts that were not much different then Daedra. I remained silent.
" They were the first nords to enter skyrim. They started the lineage of the Nords, therefore they are my ancestors."
I remained unspoken.
"Do you hate me?"
I then bolted up, both shocked and dumbfounded.
"Of course I don't! Why would you even suggest such a thing?!"
My change in manner did not effect him in the slightest. He simple gave a soft sigh before continuing.
"Because I am a nord, and it was the nords that drove your people out of their land and led to their destruction. Now what is left are falmer, and they are not even worth saving."
What he said was true. All of it true. The beautiful race that were once depicted as something out of a fairy tail were now something that did not Deserve life. Horrid monsters who bore fangs and showed no resemblance to anything that was good In the world. I thought to myself that I should hate the nords for what they did, I truly should...but I didn't.
I looked for the words to say to express how i felt. Not only to say unto him, but find the words to tell myself why I bore no ill will to his people.
I looked around and saw nothing, just Ulfric, the sky, and the land of skyrim around us. And just as a melody comes to a bard, the answer came onto me.
"Though all you say is true...the nords also have their good qualities."
He then looked up at me as I stared into the direction of Iverstead.
"Nords are hardworking people who hold enough spirit to get then through the harshest of winters. They are brave and loyal, but most of all...they have a love for skyrim. That is the one thing our people had in common, their love for skyrim. So I guess if my ancestors could see how it is now, I would bet that they would be glad Skyrim is being cherished for being the amazing land that it is."
I laid down on the grass and looked up at the sky, then I turned my gaze at Ulfric. His face was no longer stern, but seem shocked, and yet hinted with signs of relief. He then gave a soft grin and looked at the sky.
"Why did you ask?"
"Because I fear that history is repeating itself. A battle will be forged over the land of skyrim and I feel it is my duty to keep it safe. I just hope you don't think I am fighting for land as we nords once did once before. We will fight not just for nords, but for all the people of skyrim to ensure their safety and way of life. I only prey that you don't look down apon me for this."
I then took his hand and scooted next to him.
" I could never think badly of you Ulfric, you are family to me. You were always there for me. I may not be able to speak for the snow elves, but I will stand by you all the way and wait in high hopes for your return."
I then hugged brother Ulfric and we spent the the rest of that day mirthful.

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I will never forget when ulfric stormcloak was an apprentice at high hrothgar, learning the was of the voice. He was like an older brother to me. I remember when we spoke before he went off to war. It was a lovely clear day and ulfric had gotten the graybeard's permission to take me out for a day, as he sometimes did when we felt cramped up inside the temple.
We sprawled out in a field not to far past iverstead and just watched the clouds roll bye. At first we were laughing and joking around, but i found that the air grew thin and everything silent. I looked over to see a serious expression painted across his face.
"Zeffa?"
"Hmm?"
" tell me what you know about snow elf history."
That came out of nowhere. I did not know much because apparently we were an endangered species and still fading, but elder Borri lent me some books on the mater so I could stay educated and keep my lineage alive.
"Umm...I read that long ago skyrim was run only by snow elves and had a proud society and was fruitful and prospered. The drawings of it in the book looked beautiful. Anyway, then the people of atmora came over and they....they started to kill off my people."
I paused. As if what I had said was not bad enough, the worst was yet to come. I closed my eyes before proceeding.
"After the snow elfs went into hiding, many turned to the Dwemer for help. They tricked us and blinded us with a toxic fungi before enslaving us....in the end, my people ended up turning into falmer."
Silence then dominated the area. It was hard to accept that the words that slipped out of my mouth transformed an elated summers day into a cold still winter. Not only was it now a cold winter, but I was alone. Having spoke of such a chilling event placed me In the footsteps of my ancestors, forgetting that Ulfric was beside me.
I was grateful when he once again spoke, releasing me from the voids cold grasp.
"You know who the Atmoran people were?"
The truth is that I had no clue. The book mentioned them as killers, but that's all it talked about in snow elf history. I always pictured them as horrid beasts that were not much different then Daedra. I remained silent.
" They were the first nords to enter skyrim. They started the lineage of the Nords, therefore they are my ancestors."
I remained unspoken.
"Do you hate me?"
I then bolted up, both shocked and dumbfounded.
"Of course I don't! Why would you even suggest such a thing?!"
My change in manner did not effect him in the slightest. He simple gave a soft sigh before continuing.
"Because I am a nord, and it was the nords that drove your people out of their land and led to their destruction. Now what is left are falmer, and they are not even worth saving."
What he said was true. All of it true. The beautiful race that were once depicted as something out of a fairy tail were now something that did not Deserve life. Horrid monsters who bore fangs and showed no resemblance to anything that was good In the world. I thought to myself that I should hate the nords for what they did, I truly should...but I didn't.
I looked for the words to say to express how i felt. Not only to say unto him, but find the words to tell myself why I bore no ill will to his people.
I looked around and saw nothing, just Ulfric, the sky, and the land of skyrim around us. And just as a melody comes to a bard, the answer came onto me.
"Though all you say is true...the nords also have their good qualities."
He then looked up at me as I stared into the direction of Iverstead.
"Nords are hardworking people who hold enough spirit to get then through the harshest of winters. They are brave and loyal, but most of all...they have a love for skyrim. That is the one thing our people had in common, their love for skyrim. So I guess if my ancestors could see how it is now, I would bet that they would be glad Skyrim is being cherished for being the amazing land that it is."
I laid down on the grass and looked up at the sky, then I turned my gaze at Ulfric. His face was no longer stern, but seem shocked, and yet hinted with signs of relief. He then gave a soft grin and looked at the sky.
"Why did you ask?"
"Because I fear that history is repeating itself. A battle will be forged over the land of skyrim and I feel it is my duty to keep it safe. I just hope you don't think I am fighting for land as we nords once did once before. We will fight not just for nords, but for all the people of skyrim to ensure their safety and way of life. I only prey that you don't look down apon me for this."
I then took his hand and scooted next to him.
" I could never think badly of you Ulfric, you are family to me. You were always there for me. I may not be able to speak for the snow elves, but I will stand by you all the way and wait in high hopes for your return."
I then hugged brother Ulfric and we spent the the rest of that day mirthful.