"It can't be true, it cannot be true. Mother, I promise I'll never run across the road. Mother, I am sorry.. I am so sorry. I was careful, like you've always told me to. Mother, I am sorry."
A large flock of people had gathered to towns square to listen to a speech of a priest. The priest prayed for everyone's safety, of compassion towards all men and how every life was worth of its weight in gold. Among the listeners was a young princess, and her mother. The princess may be a mere commoner, but her beauty was unmatched by anyone of her age in all of Skyrim. She insisted it was her who'd pick up the fresh patch of sweetrolls from the local bakery not so far away, and her mother allowed it.
"Be careful" The mother said as she embraced the princess and gave her a kiss on the forehead. With her glimmering eyes the princess nodded at her mother, followed by the words "I love you."
The Hearthfire's dusk was settling in above the town. The mother anxiously waited on her door step, the princess should have returned already. A stranger arrived to the house, and fear conquered the mind of the young mother. At the same time the princess couldn't bear what her eyes told her. She was laying on the road, covered in her own blood. A woman, stranger to her was holding her still. "Hush now, help is on its way." The face of the princess was completely swollen, and the pain, she had never felt such pain before. Her beautiful line of pearls had vanished. The princess did not know, that those pearls that had grown to replace the first pearls that had fallen off were gone. The most beautiful smile, which brought light to any darkness was lost, forever. The princess only felt the infinite pain and agony, she was all alone and just wanted to see her mother.
I'd wish I could say that this story I am telling you is just a bad dream. The fear we know everyday when we sent our children off. We give them our everything, so that our most beloved would be safe. But no instructions or lectures are enough, when ignorance defeats the value of a small ones life.
I went to the Temple of Kynareth to witness the damage caused by the ignorance. I hope, I just hope that the pain and the suffering of this little princess will know for a long time would remind us all of importance of every human life, and what is truly important. I wish from the bottom of my heart that no matter the situation, people would caress the young princes and princesses, for what could possibly equal the value of a small ones life. Each and everyone of them is the most precious treasure of their mother and father, and that is undeniable.
"Divines protect this village and ward us from evil." We should know how to protect ourselves so none of the little should have to fear when they walk on the road without protection of their parents. My strength to her, the little princess who still cannot go home to her mother...
To the little princess who lies in the temple in pain. And to the mother, who stays up all the nights powerless, without the power to fix her broken treasure and to all who feel compassion this completely pointless nightmare.
And cursed be the driver of the carriage, who did not care for the fate of something so beautiful. No, there is no more beauty, only a broken jewel.
- Nehemia the Skald Prince, a story told in Riften.
A little girl got into a car accident. A beautiful girl, for that matter. Less by the age of 10, she was utterly crushed by a speeding driver, and her life was ruined in that moment. I cannot even realize the pain she, and her family has. All strength to them. And people, be careful when you drive, not for your sake, but for the sake of others. The original story belongs to the mother, who wrote the piece for everyone to know.
Come, Unstoppable Eraser Rain
Throat Adder | Societas Daemonica