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Pain. More and more, Ferrin wished he would have just stayed dead.

"Elf, tell us your name" demanded a voice from the darkness. A young voice, Ferrin could tell. "Ferrin Spell-True." he said. The stranger gasped. "I-i-it's you..." spluttered the stranger. "So, I gather you've heard of me?" Ferrin chuckled. "Y-yes. Are the tales really true?" asked the stranger, attempting to control his anxiety. "What tales?" Ferrin asked with a smirk. "The ummm... t-t-tales about the White Gold tower... How you slaughtered an army of Thalmor and many imperial legionnaires?" the man asked nervously. Ferrin laughed. "Yes. And the other tales about my brother the Huntsman. Let me tell you the tale." Ferrin cleared his throat. "Long ago, and by that I mean about two centuries, I was king of the Altmer. I cursed a stone known as the Kraalniik so that I would have control over all Altmer. The Kraalniik is a Gods tool. It allows the holder to manipulate the will of the Altmer. It was a sentient being until I tamed it. My brother grew jealous. I never suspected him to threw a coup d'etat so I never took control of him. He sent me away and spared my life. Many know him as the Huntsman. He took maniacal control of the court of the Altmer. I believe he may have had somethig to do with the begginning of the Thalmor. But that is ancient history and no one remembers that. I grew to power when I was dabbling with vampirism. It consumed me. I had no control. I became mad with power, murdering everything I saw. One day, I happened upon a female vampire Dunmer. She was searching for someones tomb. She let me follow her. She showed compassion to my vampire form. She showed kindness. The vampire form eventually left me after I fought a hard battle in the ethereal with it. I stayed with this female named Eilonwyn for a long time. She and her group let me tag along. I met other Thalmor, and one I even had a merry rivalry with." Ferrin sighed. " The Huntsman then attacked my vampire form (which was split off) and as far as I know, killed it. The resulting loss of... sentience drove me slowly insane. I visited the ancient court of the Thalmor and recovered the Kraalniik. My brother showed up and we fought a long battle. I killed him in the end. I believe it was after taht we foudn the tomb of sir... Los was it? It doesnt matter. I had the Kraalniik. My companions went to the imperial city. I lost..." The elf looked down, feeling shame. "Control. You know what happened after that... I seized control of the Thalmor and killed the majority of them using my incredulous power and the power of The Kraalniik... I died. And yet, I am back... ten years later. With sticks called pistols and horseless carriages." Ferrin finished with a sigh, long and deep. The room was completely lit now. As Ferrin talked, he had burned a flame through his bindings. "I'm sorry... But no-one can know what I regret..." The interrogator (a young child of about 16) suddenly realized the room was lit. He attempted to run but before he could reach the door, Ferrin set him on fire. He looked at the child burn as he equipped his robes. He snapped his fingers and was gone... leaving the past in flames.