by
Marina Echaniz (2 ESO)
She was a new prisoner. I´ve
never looked at prisoners very much, but she was different. She came from Skyrim, not from Oblivion, and
apart from that she was different from most Argonians. I had never seen one as amazing as she.
I was her warden. I´m Argonian
too, but Argonians haven´t got blue eyes.
In Oblivion, Argonians eyes are usually red, just like mine. They can be green or white in Skyrim, but never
blue. This prisoner´s eyes were blue
like her skin, but not as dark. She
stood head and shoulders taller than me, which made her a giant compared to
most Argonians.I ask for her name.
“Kerna,” she replied. Her voice
was strong and calm, like she had never experienced fear in her life.
I asked more questions about her home, where she´d been, but she turned
away and said nothing more.
After three and a half weeks, when it was again my turn in her block, I
looked in her cell and she was gone. I
spied a crumpled bit of paper by the leg of her bed. I opened it and read:
Goodbye Ivan
Kerna
How did she…?