Lucy’s Journal 2: Turdas, 20th of Last Seed
So, I am now sure that the return of the dragons has something to do with me, and probably with that stupid amulet. Hadvar (not Halvar—must be a local dialect) said, “It couldn’t have been a coincidence that dragon appearing right when Ulfric Stormcloak was about to be executed.” Well, he’s wrong. That dragon showed up for me! It was pure coincidence that Ulfric and I were about to be executed together.
Those letters that I know, that I thought I’d made up? Yeah. I found an entire epic poem printed on a wall in the deepest part of Bleak Falls Barrow—after half the bodies buried there climbed out of their coffins and tried to kill me! The poem was in some foreign language, but I could read part of it. Don’t ask me how. It was something about FUS—Force.
I don’t even know why I went there. Camilla Valerius sort of hustled me out of town before I could think it through, and then I was just too embarrassed to go back. But after I had to kill those three bandits, I turned in the wrong direction and wandered all the way back to Riverwood before I realized I was going the wrong way. From there, don’t ask me why I went back up the mountain, because I do not know!
Let me pause and vent about those bandits for a second: I thought maybe I could bargain with them to buy back the Golden Claw. They ought to have been happy about that, right? I mean, where are you going to fence something like that? I could save them the effort. So I followed the path up the mountain to this lookout tower. This next moment I’m going to describe this just as I experienced it. I walked up the path, waving my hands to show friendly intent, and the dirty cretins shot me, and I died. Yep, died.
Suddenly I was back on the trail at the moment before the lookout tower came into view. I can only explain this as a vision, a warning of impending danger. Sure enough, as I rounded the bend, there was the tower, and there were the bandits. This time, I brought my shield up and ran in swinging my mace. I killed all three of them. (Is that who I am now?) Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, but it has happened so many times over the last two days I am not going to bother to mention it again.
Then inside the Barrow, I rescued this dunmer from a giant spider, at great risk to myself, after he’d promised to split the loot with me. Instead, he tried to lose me and keep it all to himself! It’s like these country thieves have never even heard of the Guild. Lowlifes! Where can I go to find a thief I can trust?
After I got back to Riverwood, Hadvar’s uncle Arden asked me to go to Whiterun to petition the jarl for protection against the dragons. I asked Faendal to show me the way, and he agreed. I don’t think I’d have gone on my own. Faendal tried to teach me to bow hunt on the way. I’m not gonna lie; I really suck at archery.
Anyway, we talked our way into an audience with the jarl and his scholar, who was researching dragons. Was it just a coincidence I had exactly the artifact that the scholar wanted from Bleak Falls Barrow in my pack already? I think not!
Next thing we know, a dragon is seen by the western watchtower, and Faendal and I went with some of the Whiterun guards to kill it. I think I was the one that finished it off. I stayed under cover and threw lightening at it while it fought with the guards. I know—me using that much magic—who would have thought? But I started using my little heat spell when the dead started rising, and it turns out I’m pretty good with the Destruction. Not sure what Ma would think of that, but I’ve been using a lot of her kinds of magic as well.
What’s important is what happened after it died. It burst into flames, and then it’s like its soul sort of flowed out of its body and into mine. One of the guards said I must be Dragonborn, and I should try to use the Voice. Remember the Voice that the dark-cloak-guys were interrogating me about? Yeah, that one. So I tried it and it worked. Not sure what it did, but… That proves it. I’m Dragonborn.
What in Mundus does that even mean? That guardsman seemed to be saying I was related to Tiber Septim. How can that be? I’m an orc and Tiber Septim was an Imperial. He was THE Imperial, for the love of the Divines! What kind of a crazy-twisted family tree could possibly link us together?
I wish I could ask Durz questions. Until I met Durz, I was ashamed of being an orc. Then Durz showed me I didn’t have to be ashamed of my race, but even then I wasn’t really interested in most of what he wanted to teach me. Only now he’s gone, and I really need to know. Even he wouldn’t know who my family was though.
I’m ranting. Sorry. I didn’t really organize my thoughts today before I started writing. Anyway, one more thing to talk about: the amulet. It was written in the dragon language. The inscription on the amulet was “Alduin Diivon Lein.” If I can learn enough of that language to know what that means, I can probably figure out exactly what it was and what it did. So I think that’s what I’m going to try to do next.
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