Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-24280666-20140608122539

Ferrin looked at Ella oddly. Why did he feel so... 'disappointed' with himself. It was odd, he hadn't felt this way before. Why was his life so... 'foggy'? It was as if Ella held the key to that mystery. But why should he bother with her? She was a simple human.

''More than a just a Human, Ferrin... ''said a voice in his head. What was this insolence? "Who are you to address me like that? I am Ferrin Spell-True! I am the Hero of the Altmer!" he yelled back at the voice. ''No. You're not. Your history is what is inside her head. Ask her. Beg her... ''the voice replied. "Why? I know my own history! I know when I was born! I know my son! I KNOW MY LIFE!" he screamed back at the voice. ''No. You don't. But she does. Ask her. Beg her... ''the voice commanded. Ferrin felt oddly compelled to do it. "Ella! Wait! I'm sorry! But there's this... voice in my head! Help me rid it! Please!" he yelled, oddly feeling emptier than he should.