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In the interrogation room of the Thalmor Embassy...

'Dragonborn. What is your name?' asked the interrgator.

'Farren' I replied smugly

'surname?'

'Valen-Heart'

'hmph!'

the interrogator made some notes.

'You have been a threat to us ever since that little 'incident' at the party. You killed many great mer and robbed us of our archives. You killed our agents who were after Esbern as well. You deserve death' The interrogater stared at me in fake anger.

'But you do realise i saved your sorry arse and the whole of Tamriel's too' I replied smartly.

'Yes whatever. the real reason im here is to find out about your whole life. Tell me, start from the beginning.

'ok...'

I grew up in north Valenwood. Part of a great clan called,  translated into the the language of men, Midnight-Soul Clan. There were about 25 in the family, but only about 15 in our little stronghold, while others were married off to other clans. You see we lived our lived very much like the orcs except the Chief was the oldest in the family and we followed the 'Green Pact'. The green pact is pretty much just dont harm plants, only eat meat and eat your dead enemies after battle. We lived in a fallen tree. It was about the size of Whiterun! Anyway I was the son of the heir to the chief. I was 3rd in line to become chief. I would live a life of respecta and honour. On my tenth birthday i ate my first mer. Our stronghold had been attcked by bandits the night before and their bodies were shared among the clan. Since it was my birthday they said it was a great present for i would become closer to Y'ffre by eating the meat of this bandit. The bandit was unrecognisable as a mer because he was just a pile of cooked slices of meat, and that helped me eat him. After eating him I felt not guilty, but strange. A feeling that blood and battle would be in my future. I felt scared.

When i was about 17 i broke the green pact. Me and my friend Berri went hunting one day and found an apple tree. We had heard that it tasted like the heavens themselves. But it was forbidden. We were going to head back home when a transparent Elk spoke to us!

''I am the aspect of the Spirit of the Hunt. Hircine. I you eat that fruit I will watch over you. As long as you worship me and not that damnable Y'ffre. Perhaps even one day i will give you my gift.''

The the elk dissapeared.

that was hircine! Berri exclaimed.

I nodded in agreement and spoke about worshipping him. Eventually we decided to worship hircine. We ate the apples... They were so delicious! And after we ate them our instincts were more accurate, our reflexes more fast and our agility was amzing. I could hit an animal at over 300 yards away! We soon became devout followers of Hircine and even started a cult with some other members of the clan: Fareena, the beautiful woman practised in the art of sneak and agility and rthen there was Octavian, an imperial our clan rescued from the wilds years ago. for the next 2 years or so we made offerings to hircine, prayed to him. We loved our new abilities but this wasnt even his 'gift' he was talking about. I think he might make us were-bears or wolves or something. But i'm not sure when.

Problems began when i was 19. Another member of the clan, Laef caught us sacrificing a Imga to Hircine. Laef told the chief and we were banished. We headed  towards Cyrodil, proper civilsation, the four of us. Berri and Fareena were in a relationship now whilst me and Octavian were single. We all decided to call ourselves the Valen-Heart. To remind us that we still had Valenwood in our hearts. But the minute we enetered Cyrodil. We changed forever...

END OF PART 1 