A Life In The World Of Skyrim: BattleBorn

The End Of A Journey

I walked through Whiterun, looking at all the stalls and shops. Nothing was destroyed or damaged. Children were running around playing tag, the town blacksmith was hammering metal, then I saw her. Alexia, standing in front of a vendor. I had to be sure, so I walked towards her hastily. "Excuse me, miss?" I said. She turned around. "Yes?" She said as her eyes opened wide. I started to smile, I knew it was just a dream. Someone saved both of us, and were safe in Whiterun. "My goodness, look at that wound you have!" She said. "Please, take this medicine. It'll help with pain, I hope you feel better next time we meet!" She said, as she pulled a vial of medicine out from a pouch and handed it to me, then she turned around. No, no this is real. I walked back to the house I was staying in. I sat back down on the bed, and took off the coat. So it was all a dream. Alexia, Ria, Kharjo, Vlad, everyone was just imaginary. I leaned back against the wall and rubbed my wound. It stung, but I could bear it. I stared out of the window for a little, before finally bringing myself to sit up again. My body ached, and was a mess. I decided to get up and walk down to a nearby stream just outside of Whiterun. I undressed and washed my face, and body. I watched the dirt and blood wash down the stream. The water was cold, but nevertheless it felt good. I stepped out and started to dress myself again. As I was dressing myself, the clothes just got wet the moment they touched my body. I fixed them to look a little nicer to go back into town with. I rolled my shirt up, and twisted it to make the water drip out. As I opened it, and put it on a rock I was left with something. I looked at my hand and there it sat, in the palm of it. A soaking wet, red ribbon.