“In the moments we are awakened. It is there that we become aware that transformation, change, and disruptions are the true arts of life.”
How did this begin? She rubbed her forehead, working at an invisible headache that was not so much physical as mental. All she remembers now is waking up lying by a small fire near the mouth of a cave. She had gotten up and was unsure of how she had gotten here. She saw a log nearby and took a seat on it while she tried to orient herself.
She thought to herself, “Did I build this camp? Why is it I can’t remember that?” With that thought she realized, “I don’t remember who I am or what my name is!” She sat there in silence letting this all settle in place.
Then she looked around and a memory came to her, “This was below what was formally the town of Helgen. Referred to as the “Gateway to the North”. Helgen picked up that name due to all the travelers who came there passing from Cyrodiil, it was fortified and maintained by the Mede Empire Dynasty that came from the ashes of what had once belonged to the line of Septims.
She wondered, “I should get up scout around and visit the town. See if anyone there knows something. Maybe someone found me and set up this camp for me.”