Beneath the towering Jerall Mountains' frosty embrace,
A child of destiny first gazed upon the stars' grace.
Cradled in Bruma's heart, where time's hand gently passed,
She bore a noble heritage; in her veins it was cast.
Amidst a family of simple means, but hearts abundant and true,
Their world, once warm with dreams, to a nightmarish realm withdrew.
Her father, a warrior of valor, his battles renowned and vast,
Yet his tale, steeped in sorrow, was to the shadows forever cast.
In the glow of the hearth, his feats became the minstrel's art,
But silenced was his valor, by envy's venomous dart.
His race, their history etched in stone by those who scorn and deride,
Though blameless he stood, with dignity, he embraced his end with pride.
The mother, with her daughter, bore the weight of undeserved disgrace,
As those around them averted their gaze, abandoning them without a trace.
Injustice, with its thieving hands, struck them with a fate so dire,
Into the unknown, they were swept away, their dreams set to the pyre.
Bound by iron and shrouded in gloom, their anguished pleas were cast,
Their laments, though muffled by the void, echoed long and vast.
In the silence, their hearts smoldered, a somber, wordless song,
Together in the shadows' thrall, where only the cruelest belong.
Their captors, devoid of mercy, on that fateful day,
Tore the child from her mother's arms and led them both astray.
This innocent, born of enigmatic lineage, sold into despair,
Yet within her, the flame of hope flickered, refusing to be snuffed out of the air.
In the solace of her dreams, a gentle voice would call her name,
And though tears blurred her vision, the message remained the same.
In the vast emptiness, a hand reached out, a beacon to implore,
"Rise, for I am with you, in your darkest hour, I am the shore."
Her skin, marred by the lash, bore the crimson testament of pain,
Yet even as darkness sought to claim her, salvation came like rain.
For the blood of champions coursed through her, a lineage pure and grand,
A destiny foretold among the stars, a future to command.
This maiden, a light amidst the tempest, would rise above despair,
From the cinders of her suffering, she would conquer every snare.
Through the trials that sought to break her, her spirit only grew,
Defiant against the shadows, her inner strength she drew.
Destined to lead, her voice would ring with the promise of release,
A herald of newfound liberty, a guardian of peace.
The birth of Kintyra marked an era, a dawning bright and clear,
A legacy born from a mother's love, a hope for all to hear.
So, remember the tale of Bruma's child, and the wrongs she did endure,
From sorrow's depths, she claimed her might, her purpose ever sure.
Within her beat the heart of Tamriel, a light undimmed and bright,
A legacy of resilience, a testament to the eternal fight.
