I was born in the third era, after the eruption of Red Mountain, the exact date was lost in the fire and ash. My parents were legionnaires in the imperial army as Blades, right arm of the Emperor himself.When the war with the Aldmeri Dominion started, i was seven years of age. My parent sent me to High Rock for safe keeping and start my education. In the joint classes, I found myself liking the ways of teaching and of the arcane arts. My life from then on was in the court yard in the morning, practicing my blade skill, destruction spell, light armor and archery.Then after dinner was speech training, restoration spell, Mercantilism and a lot general knowlege to teach writing, reading and calculus for the basic and Magic to the Magicka inclinded. For eleven years it was my life and i was happy. Then the Aldmeri Dominion killed my parents in their crusade for the purity of the world.
I was fuming, hurt, angry and wanted revenge on the bastards. I joinned the imperial army to bring the fight to them but sadly the war on the Talmor was really in the fourth era. The lack of action by the Empire to stop their advance was our undoing. I was there in 174 fighting the Talmor’s army as a battle mage and we lost. I fled with the remaning Blades, I went in Skyrim to the College of Winterhold as an assitant to Mogruls in charge of the library. But the road was calling me, after three months, I packed my bags and went to teach the population of Tamriel.So, I took the boat to Morrowind to start a new life free of war and filled with adventure and wonder. Well i got the adventure and wonder, but not in this realm.
I felt a thug of a strange spell and weirder Magicka. A little voice asked something from me, an object of little value to study for herself. Then a magic circle appeared on the ashes of Morrowind, then the voice warned me that if it was alive, it would hurt like tartarus(probably a venacular for a lot) andwouldn’t be able to return forever.
