AN: Alright, here's only the second fic I've ever written. I finally opened my Skyrim game for the first time in ages and I remembered how rad my character was, then I started think how cool it would be if there was a story like blah blah blah and this happened, then that, and the next thing I know I started writing and I'm pretty excited about it. The way the dates are written at the top of each chapter are (day), (date) of (month), (year), so the entries are sometimes close together, sometimes pretty spaced out. I just started this, so the chapters might start out a bit slow or short, but that's how it goes.

Loredas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Something extraordinary has happened! I don't mean my usual definition of "extraordinary". This event has far exceeded any tests that I've done "extraordinary" on, or any texts that tell of "extraordinary" magics; though, the latter comes close to the actual occurrence. I shan't keep you waiting any longer! A dragon has appeared; a real live dragon! Well, it is only a rumor, but I do feel it is true. They say Helgen is in ruins, so perhaps "extraordinary" may be too positive of a word, but there's no denying the "extraordinary" nature of what has happened.
Possibly the reason I can call it a word like "extraordinary" is because I wasn't there; rather, I only just missed it. I had stopped in Helgen on my journey back from Falkreath (quite a distance, I know) in search of Eye of Sabre Cat; unfortunately almost no merchants carry it, so I was hoping to find some sort of traveler, hunter, or adventure who could sell it to me. I needed it for my final project before I could return to the College, but I figured I could brew up the potion when I arrived back. I've quite enjoyed the abroad quality of my recent studies, but I can't travel forever; I'm no adventurer.

As I was, when I went through Helgen, there were no dragons or anything more reptilian than an Argonian or two, but it was widespread upon my meeting back with colleagues that a dragon did indeed ravage the small village. A tragedy for certain, but also, in some sense, a benefit. A whole new to opportunity for study; imagine that, the study of dragons becoming relevant once more. I can barely suppress my emotions at the prospect. At the very least, the dragon brought good fortune the prisoners' whose execution it interrupted, if any of them survived, that is.
I regret not having a reason for staying another night. To see a dragon, a real live dragon, up close and personal would be a dream come true. Alas, continue my studies and listen for any word of dragons is all I can do.

Sundas, 18th of Last Seed, 4E 201

I've reconsidered my outlook on the dragon situation. I was discussing my excitement during class, we were practicing destruction spells, (I do believe I've become quite good with shock spells ) when another student became suddenly furious with me.

"How could you be so naive as to speak so casually of matters you know nothing of?" said he with sparks spitting from his fingertips. "You talk as though it's a good thing that dragons are coming back!" I knew what I was going to say was only going to make the situation worse, but I couldn't contain it.

"Are there more? I thought it was just the one." the words themselves were of no harm, but my inflection betrayed me. Luckily, my reflexes did not; I was able to conjure my Shield in time to block his Firebolt. Before I could retaliate, we were reprimanded and sent to do unbearable book work; needless to say we studied in separate areas.

Not too long afterwards, I was called upon by a teacher to learn exactly how my words caused the altercation. I was told that I shouldn't discuss things I am ignorant to, especially if I am unaware of the feelings in may rouse in others. "common courtesy" he called it, as well as "common sense", as if I hadn't heard the terms before. Afterwards I was sent away with a promise of no meal.

I will confess I'm not entirely sure what the implication of the teacher's words were, but I will consider them as my hunger scratches at the inside of my belly. I gather that I went wrong when I didn't consider the truly grievous reality of dragons returning. Perhaps it is less extraordinary than I originally thought. Harrowing, I think, is a word that fits better.

Tirdas, 20th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Gods, do I have news! I've been hearing endless gossip since I've returned, dragon this, Helgen that, but some new stories have flooded in. The difference now, is that I am absolutely certain of their legitimacy.

Whispers say that the infamous Greybeards have called for the Dragonborn. I know this is true. I know it because I heard them. Their booming voices echoed through the night sky, bouncing of the moons and shaking the stars themselves; everyone in Skyrim heard it including, undoubtedly, the Dragonborn. The man of legend is said to be born with the body of a mortal, but the soul of a dragon. "Dovahkiin", speaks the language of the dragon and is destined to slay the dragon menace Alduvin and end the reign of dragons once and for all. A wondrous bit of mythology, I used to think, but know I'm afraid it may all be true.

I wonder what he's like, the folklore doesn't go into details about the man himself. He is powerful, surely, but would he be merciful or kind? Or would he be a murderous barbarian? Does he fight with swords, or magics? Perhaps both? Talos, who's to know? No matter his disposition it would be no less than an honor to meet him. Perhaps, if I do, he'll take me to see a dragon. Don't worry, I'm no fool, I know this is nothing but a young mage's fancies.

Please tell me what you think. I haven't ever written like this before, so if you like it let me know please and thank you. I think in the future, when I actually start having them go on quests and such, the entries and chapters will get longer and longer.