A Confession of a Friendless Friend
By Anonymous
4E 34, 17th of Rain's Hand

In a small dank cave in High Rock, I write to you. It is my purpose to tell you what I am and to tell you why I am like this. I do not intend to change your mind about me, but to clarify my behavior when I am alone with my thoughts. My outer appearance is that of a Khajiiti woman, and you may see me by the Chapel of Mara helping those willing to receive her blessing from me. This however, is a facade to hide what I really am. I love helping others, but something is on my mind every time I lay hands on a sick person. They like me for what I am doing in the moment, however if I were to tell them of my true nature, I would be cast out of the chapel or worse!

Before I tell you of my true nature, I want to ask you a question. What would you do in my situation? When I look up at the moon a sense of euphoria enters my body. A feeling of hatred then overwhelms mind. All this pent up frustration I keep bottled inside breaks loose and I loose consciousness. This anger comes from the fact that no one accepts me for what I have become. Constantly helping others only to know that they would sooner kill me if they knew the truth. I had dreams of grandeur such as becoming the most famous healer in all of Tamriel. But this dream is crushed with the realization of my true nature. I find myself never speaking my name just in case word gets out. I envy you. People may know your name and you have potential to be great. I however have lost that ability. By now you are probably struggling to guess what I am. Well don't worry as all that will be mentioned later.

Last week at the time of this writing was the last straw that prompted me to write to you. For the first time in my life, I met someone who I believed to be the one. The Gods seemed to be smiling on me when I met him all those months ago. He came to me for help as he had a gash on his arm. I quickly healed his wound and he thanked me greatly. For three months, we were together but lived away from each other. It was not until last week when he saw me in one of my "episodes". In utter distraught he ran from my house and called the guards. I quickly left the town only to look back and see a mob form outside my now abandoned house. Anger flashed in their eyes as every man, woman, and child stood outside wielding any sort of weapon.

I am a friend to others, but no one is a friend to me. The charity I give is something I can not receive and I am fine with that. I travel from city to city, province to province, keeping my name hidden. We all have problems we must come to acceptance with and fight them when we have done so. I'm on a quest to fight this at the moment. Whether people want to help me or not is up to them as I personally do not care. If you still have trouble guessing my true nature...then I guess Hircine has helped me well.

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I really enjoyed reading it. I liked the mysterious tone with which you started, and the way you gradually gave hints to what her "true nature" was, never completely revealing it until the end. It his kind of suspenseful in a good way, and it makes us have sympathy for the character. I liked it, I really did Good writing! I have a question, is this a single story or will it continue?

Oh, and just a quick typo I spotted, " no one excepts me for what I have become.". You probably meant to type "accepts me". Happens all the time eheh.

ps: oh, and just for the record, I guessed it before the end!

I'm hoping to expand on it, yes . And thanks.

I'm thinking about writing my Character's entire life story. I have a summery written down in my "About Me", but I really want to flesh it out .

A Confession of a Friendless Friend Ver. 2

By Anonymous

4E 89 22nd of Second Seed

By reading this, I can only assume you've read my first Novel and do not posses the will to hunt me down like a nix hound to a cave rat. I have seen lots of things in my life and my quest to tame my true nature has come up fruitless. With the help of mastering Restoration, I have allowed my self to "stay young" so to speak and continue my quest to fight what binds me. I am by no means a perfect being. My flaws find their way out at the worst possible of times. I've continued my journey to heal others and to also find a particular ring. This is my goal in life and I am adamant to complete it.

I've had to resort wearing a hood over my face to avoid the eyes gazing at my wanted posters nearly five decades old in cities I have already visited. My true nature plastered on walls near the temples prevents me from helping those in need. It saddens me greatly. My worst fears were confirmed when an afflicted Dunmer blew my cover after I cured him of his damaged throat. I've never trusted Dunmer before and for me to open myself to him was a huge milestone in my life. I can never help another soul in Blacklight now because of his actions. It was the first time I ever felt so much rage against anyone. However I did nothing, because who would I be to hurt the person I healed? I've read books about a particular ring which may serve a purpose to help me greatly. But until I find it, I may as well help those in the shadows.

You might be wondering why I continue on. To you, my very existence is enough to not wish my life upon your worst enemies. If you have read my first Novel, then you should know that I am a friend to others who has no friends of her own. It is a paradox, but so has it been throughout my life. For what I give to people, I do not get in return. I'm a servant to others and I receive neither pity nor mercy when people get to know the truth that I am hiding. You have your own opinions about me and that is fine. You may hate me, or acknowledge my existence but how you feel towards me wont stop my crusade to help you when your in need. Until next time I write, may you stay well my friend.