It was a cold and freezing night. I heard the howls of wolves. They were close and fast, but so was I.
'Come closer Hertias, enjoy the company of my soul'. 'What was that?' I asked myself, but there was no one around. Only me, my tent and my campfire. 'Give me my body back. Give it to me!' There it is again. I asked myself if I was going insane. 'Don't do it Hertias, please don't do it.' It sounded exactly like my mother. 'Don't give your father his body back.' Then I asked myself again: 'Am I going insane?' I ignored the voices, but after a while they came back, louder and louder until I could only hear the voices. 'Stop it!', I screamed. But it didn't help. 'Listen to me, my son: go to Skyrim, land of the Nords and....'
Then it stopped as sudden as it came. 'Skyrim it is then.' That's what I said, not questioning if the voice even said the truth.
'Hands up!' That's the first thing I heard when I woke up. I was just camping a few kilometers from the border of Skyrim when suddenly there were Imperial soldiers fighting off a group of Stormcloaks. 'Kill them'. 'I said hands up, now!' I put my hands in the air and as soon as I did that I was dragged from my tent and put in a carriege. I didn't know them, but neither did they know me. One of the Stormcloaks, Ralof, asked where I came from. I didn't answer. 'I asked you a question. Are you deaf?' I ignored him. 'So many souls tied to a lead of the Aldmeri Dominion, what a shame.' The voice....it wanted souls to feed itself. I need to feed it. As soon as we stopped, at what looks like a fort, I shouted:'One of the prisoners escaped!' Everyone was in shock, just like I wanted to. I took this moment as a chance to run and go north, to Whiterun, to a safe place. When I thought about all these things the Imperials already saw me running. 'Kill them all'.This time I listened. First came what looked like a dremora. It began to slaughter them, but it was taken down by the archers. Then came something that looked like a soultrapping spell, but much more powerful and deadly. I didn't know if I could control it, so I tried. I couldn't. When I tried that my hands began to glow and I heard voices: 'Help me, get me out of here!'....'What about my wife, my family?' Those were voices of the people I killed...I killed them.
Three days have passed and I still don't know what happened. I tried to figure it out, but I simply couldn't. I first thought that it must have been someone else, someone of the army. But that couldn't explain why my hands were glowing. Then I remembered the ring. My fathers ring. It was enchanted, but with what kind of soul? With this in my mind I went to Whiterun, going further on the journey of insanity.