# Home Author: techfistWolfguy Tags: Death, God, Home, Khajiit, Nord, Skyrim, Theism, hope #1 of Short Stories "A Nord's last thoughts should be of home." The prisoner across from me announces.  His statement is met with silence. I lift my head, gazing back at the Nord. "Home?" I reply, the heaviness of the cold air filling my lungs. He nods. "Do you not have a home, Khajiit?" he questions, an oddly genuine tone in his voice. "My home is this plane. I wander these lands, taking the lives of those who have wronged the innocent. I redeem myself for the past which I do not remember. I strip this world of those who seek to sully the intricate beauty of the soul,the purest gift granted to us by the Gods." I respond, studying his facial expressions as I continue. "I find solace in knowing that those who I rob of life will never harm another living creature again. That too, is my home. A place to which I can escape when this life burdens me with more than I can bear. I know that what I do will earn me no righteous place in the life after, but to aid the living and to better the lives they life I will gladly give all that I have, even a peaceful existence after I pass on to the land which lies beyond this world of mortal men." I continue, my gaze drifting to the heavens.  "That is my home..." I reply, smiling. The Nord sighs heavily, looking toward Helgen. "May your end be swift and painless, friend." he responds, looking back at me. I nod. "I appreciate the gesture...it brings tranquility to my mind..." I whisper, exhaling. "May the Gods have mercy on me." I mutter in my native tongue. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeRMa3Y1 Part of the series Short Stories Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/546725-the-prince-and-the-thief.md