Lord of Battlehorn Castle
2nd of Evening Star
I don’t know how to begin this letter. You may not know or remember me by the time you read this, but I owe an explanation to you before the madness takes me fully.
I have many names. The one given to me at birth was Flavia Addarius. The one I took for my misguided youth was Juno. The names given to me since were the Hero of Kvatch, The Savior of Bruma, 7th Champion of Cyrodiil, and Second Divine Crusader. It would seem I am on my way to gaining yet another name. Trouble and ‘greatness’ always seem to follow me regardless of how hard I fight it.
But now you know who it is that writes to you. You still do not know who I am to you. I beg patience of you. It’s a bit of a tale.
I grew up on a farm across the lake from the Imperial City, on the north side. My father was in the Legion and died in the line of duty before I could remember him. But my mother told stories about him and his ancestors – how his grea