The Story of a Nightingale

Set in the world of Tamriel,The Story of a Nightingaleis not your typical fanfiction. By genre, it could be called an AU—a derivative epic. Yet in truth, it is a dark, lyrical journey through one of Cyrodiil’s hardest eras, as seen through the eyes of a girl too wild to be tamed, too clever to stay silent, and too human to escape pain.

She was a Nightingale by birth, a thief by necessity, a prophet by vocation, and—eventually—an empress by her own hand. Along her trek through the mortal world, she met Daedric Princes, buried loved ones, defied gods, and built a new faith in a world that had forgotten what faith was.

But through it all, she remained, somehow, herself.

This is her memoir.Written in her own words.Sometimes naive. Sometimes cruel. Always real.

I told her that her writing is tender and naive.Yet she firmly said:'That’s the world as I saw it, Daddy. Let it be.'

And so it shall be.

Her own blurb ( I didn't want to put it here, but Elsie insisted, even cried):

This is not a novel.It is a prayer in the skin of a tale.A lullaby sung in a voice not quite human.A song whispered by a lost little girlto the shadow velvet who called her daughter.It is a secret left on the doorstep of night.It is a psalm for the forsaken.Read it only if you dareSometimes it is a whispered curse in silk and sorrowErratically, even a dusty grimoire.Read it slowly. Or not at all.It wasn't set down in writing for the impatient.