Entry 2: Oh no!

The guards arrived in a rush to the keep after a few hours of having no news of what was going on at the watchtower. I recognized one of them. It was Hamvirgg, one of my three friends posted at the watchtower.

I ran like a little child towards him and he just hugged me. Then I looked at his eyes. It was like he was seeing into an empty void. Then it struck me like lightning, he was the only one who survived the dragon's attack.

I felt my eyes watering as some tears of pain, grudge and sorrow ran down my face. After a few moments in each other's arms, he told me to follow him and that I should hear what the other guards had to say.

The guard captain in charge of the Western Watchtower began speaking, "My Jarl, the dragon has been slayed with help of Lady Irileth and the reinforcements she brought with her. I must say, however, that the watchtower now lies in ruins, and it will take some time to repair. We also lost a few good men, five to be precise. Also, one more thing…" whatever the guard captain was going to say next died in his throat.

A loud thunder-like roar rang in my ears. Its echo resonated throughout the entire keep and the entire city. What on Nirn made such a powerful sound? I could feel the very earth trembling and a faint feeling as the winds shifted around me. I fell on my knees and so did Proventus, the Jarl's Steward, along with some of the guards around the hall. Everyone's head was probably spinning after such an awful sound.

"What by Oblivion's fires was that!?" Hamvirgg said out loud.

I looked him in the eyes. He was just as confused as I was. Farengar, who was standing nearby, looked at the Jarl. He didn't seemed as troubled as everyone else and perhaps he knew what was going on.

After all, Farengar is the court wizard, so he must know something about this. After a moment, he approached the Jarl and said in a low voice, "My Jarl, did you understood what they said?"

Everyone remained silent at Farengar's words. All of us were curious at whatever the Jarl was about to answer.

Jarl Balgruuf let out a heavy sigh, and replied in a slow voice, taking a deep breath, "The Graybeards are calling for the Dovahkiin. Such a thing hasn't happened in over a hundred years. You guardsman, what else were you going to say."

After what seemed like an eternity, Irileth opened the keep's gates and entered the hall. I was standing behind the pillars that held the roof of the keep, right next to the entrance. I watched silently as I hoped to get a better look at the man I was going to serve from that day onwards. However, after Irileth and one more guard came in, the gates closed and no one else came in. I was very disappointed. The guards that came with Hamvirgg and the guard captain, said that the man that was not a guard of the Hold, survived the fight. Not only did he survived, but he killed the dragon and took its very soul, shouting to the sky afterwards with that power I had read a lot about. The power of the Voice.

The power of the Voice echoed through all of Skyrim. The voice of the Greybeards, the masters of the Voice.

These old men lived in seclusion at the Throat of the World. Tamriel's highest mountain and sacred place where the first snows fell, according to the Ancient Nord history.

After my quick thoughts, I became worried. I mean, the guards told us that he survived, but that he was wounded during the fight with the dragon. When Irileth asked about him, she was very concerned as for why he wasn't here after she told him to go directly to the Jarl to tell him what had transpired at the watchtower.

Irileth soon became worried, saying things like, "He was wounded, but he insisted that he was alright. He said that he would inform the Jarl. He said he was capable of travelling after I stated that I would remain at the watchtower to set things right," Irileth remarked with a worried voice, pacing back and forth.

I was completely shattered. I had coped with the idea of finally becoming a Housecarl to a mighty Thane. And after the guards told us what he did, and that he was a possibly a Dragonborn, I could not take my mind of the idea!

What a great honor this would be for me. Housecarl to the legendary Dragonborn.

I also asked to all the surviving men, how he looked up close and all the answers I got were like a dream come true: coal black hair, eyes the color of a green flawless emeralds held against the sunlight, strong arms, and an impressive ability in combat.

Apparently he climbed the dragon's head and dropped down slashing the beast with his strange looking, rusted greatsword; such bravery was proper of the old heroes.

The men also mentioned a blood red colored permanent war paint over his left eye; so catching.

And I also learned his name, Laniüs Stark, a strange yet powerful name.

But now all my dreams were shattered and broken, he never arrived at Dragonsreach, not even to the city. Were his wounds too great for him to make it all the way back from the watchtower to the city? Was he attacked by something else on his way back? I was truly worried, as was Irileth and everyone in the keep.

Jarl Balgruuf ordered some men to patrol the outskirts of the city searching for the Dragonborn while Irileth made another trip to the watchtower with other men to search along the way. The few walkable ramparts of the city walls were lit up with extra torches and men ordered to keep vigilant.

I was mourning over a body that hadn't been found, from a person I really didn't knew at all. However, becoming a Housecarl was all I ever dreamt of.

And now, that opportunity seemed to have disappeared from existence.

Dear diary, I can only hope and pray for the Dragonborn to be safe somewhere and that he will come back to the city to be named Thane of Whiterun and take me as his personal Housecarl. I wish for this with all my soul, with my entire being.

Oh how I shudder at the thought that something might have happened to him, please Talos guide him back to the city's gates safe and in good health, if not for me, do so for all of Skyrim, for all of Tamriel. If he is indeed the Dragonborn of legend, it is he who will save the world from the dragons.

With tears in my eyes, Lydia, Housecarl of Whiterun.