This is a story set in Skyrim, and you could call it fan fiction if you like. But in truth, it’s a medieval fantasy that tells the somber tale of a girl named Elsie. Born a Nightingale, Elsie grew up in one of Cyrodiil’s hardest eras. Through her journey across her world and her time, she fought to survive, loved and lost, laid her loved ones to rest, founded a new religion, and ultimately built an empire. She dealt with Daedric Princes—or rather, she was a pawn in their divine and intricate games.As she grew, she gained immense power, ruling over people and nations alike. Yet, throughout her life, she managed to hold on to her innocence and the child within. So this story, told and written by her own hand, may seem to you both naive and tender, despite the weighty themes it explores. I told her this might be the case, but she only smiled and replied, "Daddy, let things be as they are. That’s the world as I saw and felt it; those are the places and times I lived in.""So be it," I sighed.