Mirage - Chapter 1 (Don't Fear the Reaper)Linnea, a young Breton woman (Bretons age slower than other races of men in Tamriel) regained her consciousness alone in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by silence. She opened her eyes and observed that she was in a small cottage, furnished in a Breton style. Slowly, after a heavy bout of coughing, she sat up. Despite the weakness of her body and dizziness in her head, she reached out for a piece of bread and a cup of black coffee on a nearby table. It did not bother her that the bread was slightly stale and the coffee was cold and bitter as she was famished; it felt like she hadn't eaten or drank anything for a long time.Mirage - Chapter 1 (Don't Fear the Reaper) by Corvus-monedula93
When she had finished her crude meal, she turned her attention to her long, red hair, that was both tangled and wet, and to the strange soaking wet ragged clothes she was dressed in. She looked down at her hands, they seemed different in an unexplainable way, in the same obscure way, her body felt strange to her; she noticed her pretty new wedding ring was gone!