Chapter 1: Fallen

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We were sailing across Ogaln Lake trying to get from Deepholt to LochBrook. It was a dreadfully hot, sunny evening and there was no clouds in sight. The lake was clear as glass. It seemed all was good. Boy did I speak to soon.

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I'm Tamera, an intelligent 14 year old red head, from LochBrook, Swindle a country far of the coast of Skyrim. My father and I come out to Deepholt every month to sell goods we've grown and made at our farm. To get to Deepholt it's about an 15 hour sail across Ogaln Lake, or a two day trip around.

We were about halfway across when it happened. We heard a loud scrape like a hundred nails on a chalkboard and the boat jolted forward throwing me overboard.

The last thing I heard before I was pulled underwater was my dad yelling, "TAMERA!!!"

I watched the surface of the water disappear as I was being dragged under.

Where was this thing taking me? I panicked As I started to blackout. Will I ever see my father or my mother again?

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