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Finally, a working quill and inkwell...
What was I doing? Oh right!
To whomever finds this journal, you are reading the account of Sabane Aurmieri- Not Aurmieri, what am I writing about? My name is Sabane Palene! I don't even know an "Aurmieri"...
As I was saying, this is the account of I, Sabane Palene, and the strange happenings in my life of late.
Where to begin... Oh yes! The sounds.
Now, I don't know if I've been hearing these my whole life and I'm just now acknowledging them or they just appeared from nowhere, but I've been hearing these... Noises. Sounds, voices, whatever you want to call them.
They've picked up a few months ago. That's where I first heard those gods awful sound. That clicking sound. I'm not sure if that's the proper thing to call it, but it's that sound that happens whenever you manage to pop a joint in your body. Now times that by fifty, and that's what I got...
I absolutely hate it. I've asked my dad about it but he just thinks I'm crazy. Then he went on about how he needs to take me to the Vigilants of Stendarr and have me "cured" of any possible Daedric presence affecting me. And he thinks I'm the crazy one.
But what really gets me is what makes that sound. That... That thing that sits in the corner of my room at night. Just sitting there, crouched and moving its eight or so hands on my wall. I know it's not Daedric. I know that for a fact.
I don't know what exactly it is, but if it was Daedric it would've directly contacted me by now. It would've touched me or talked to me and, well, frankly, I don't think it can talk.
It doesn't show up regularly in my room- Thank the gods. It does so every once and a while, just appearing in my room in the middle of the night. I'm not sure what it wants, but believe e I don't plan on finding out.
You know why these thing are possibly happening? Because my half-wit of a father decided to move from High Rock to a small little shack in the middle of freakin' nowhere. Literally, we came to Skyrim just to live in the smallest shack I've ever seen. Skyrim isn't even that great! And that's not all, our little home is probably right in the center of some ancient grounds used to worship for Dagon or something.
Or maybe because I'm petrified that the Dark Brotherhood is going to crawl through our windows and slit our throats! That's right, my brilliant father thought it would be smart to live not too far from some sort of headquarters for an assassin's guild.
I've never seen it myself but the Dark Brotherhood is not something to joke about. Then again people say they're extinct, gone. As much as I'd like to think they're gone, something in my mind is just... Telling me they're not. That something bigger is on the horizon.
I can't explain it. I feel like they coincide with my dreams.
My dreams of late have been centered around this girl who sort of looks like me. Breton, dark hair, same skin tone, even similar voices! And ironically she was in the Dark Brotherhood. I think.
It gets hazy, like one moment she'll be slaying her comrades and the next thing I know she's crying and holding them. It's weird.
What was her name again? Gods, I must have heard it countless times... Carcinoma? No, no... Carciniea, I think? Yeah!
Carciniea... Heh, weird name. Something about it is just so strange, yet similar... The weirdest part of my dreams is how vivid they are, especially when it comes to her. Like I can feel what she feels, I already know what she'll say in most situations!
Ah, I can't tell you how many times I've woken up angry or crying. I just... I can't put my finger on it. These things are affecting me so much, that lately I've just been down right hateful towards every one and thing. I hate to say it, but I've even been fantasizing bout killing my dad!
Now I don't always like the way my dad does things, but I still love him. That's my dad for the love of Mara! I can't kill him...
Maybe the best way to keep him safe is to just... Leave? No, no. It's dangerous out there with the dragons and war... I'll never know why my dad decided to leave High Rock for this place.
Well, I suppose it's time I go to- Wait, I remember! I do know an Aurmieri! I think my great grandfather or whatever was named Aurmieri? I need to talk to my dad about it, he'll know. I think his name was Saeban? Saebellan? All I know is that is started with an S.
Oh well. It's like what I was going to say, the sun's going down which means it's about time for me to hit the hay. Wish me luck that I get a good night's sleep.