AN: Another short one, but I'm revving up for the actual story. I think next update will finally be the end of the introductory bits. Thanks for the review nameless guest 1 and 2 and Isla-Robin-295, that was pretty rad.

Morndas, 23th of Hearthfire 4E 201

It's been awhile, journal, but to be honest there isn't much to write about. Every once in awhile, I'll hear tales of the Dragonborn, but there's no way to tell fantasy from reality. All I know for sure is that the air is growing colder, not that it's much warmer to start with, and exams are coming up; I've nearly completed my Apprentice training. Once I'm a Journeyman, new doors open up for me, though, several of which lead straight back to a library. Gods, I'm sickened by the amount of books I've read, more like, I'm sicken by the lack of field experience, I think.

How fantastic it would be to travel as an adventurer! To fight giants and trolls, to live as you please with no limits. How I hate how this college holds me back, the spells I could cast, if only they'd just let me try! I've nearly perfected my Chain Lightning, but they don't even know it. I'd be banished if they were to find out; such high level magic is forbidden to be cast by Apprentices.

Maybe I'll secretly pack and leave in the shroud night. Wouldn't that be something, they next time anyone heard of me it'd be for...for traveling alongside the Dragonborn himself! The name Veric Rarnis will go down in history, remembered for unexpendable strength and aid for Skyrim's hero! Gods, what a dream!

Fredas, 15th of Frostfall, 4E 201

I've grown tired of the monotony of classes and my studies. I started my education in order to achieve goals and pursue my dream; instead I spend days on end concealed behind shelves in a library, alone, save for the Orc who refuses to trust me with his precious resources as though I were a thieving Khajiit. In the name of Talos ,I may break from this wretched college and...gods, who knows?

I've barely reached Journeyman rank, what could I possibly do unaccompanied? I know little of combat outside of the arena, and I've been refused when I asked to join the Conjurers and Magicians out in the real world. "You lack the experience." they told me. I wish they'd pray tell how one would gain the experience; surely not by rotting along side thousand year old books.

Middas, 31st of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201

This evening I slipped away from the stone halls of the college for a slight change in scenery. Alas, Winterhold is not the place for curing tedium. Snow, ice, and more snow. One could scarcely see through slicing sheets of blizzard; it's disconcerting to realize that I've never been past the walls of this ruinous little glacier.

I was forced to take shelter from the biting cold within mere minutes of bracing it; perhaps a stroll at the end of Sun's Dusk isn't the brightest idea. Indeed, Evening Star feel as though it's already arrived. At least The Frozen Hearth was able to provide ample lodging and food; I always forget what a lovely little inn exists in this frigid wasteland. Talk of the Dragonborn surfaced again, but mostly from the bard.

"This one's a favorite of mine. A legend we all know and love…" she told whoever would listen. One has to wonder if she actually loves the legend, or has grown to hate it, singing it so often.

"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes" I've started to wonder if he actually has. Dragon attacks are commonplace now and I don't see him making a difference. In fact, it seems things have done nothing but get worse since his big outcoming.

"Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes." at least the lyric holds some truth. The next several songs were requests from men passing through, adventurers. Nearly all of them request a political song to splay out which side of foolish civil-war they've taken sides with. If I had the freedom to travel where I pleased, or take part in any number of adventures, I wouldn't give half of a damn about politics. I'd live away from the masses and finally discover my true potential because I've decided that, while I remain in the College, I cannot perform to my greatest ability.

I wonder if the Dragonborn can't do anything about the dragons, could he at least do something about this war?

Morndas, 14th of Evening Star, 4E 201

I don't have much time, but I have to place my thoughts somewhere. Rumor has that the Dragonborn is nearby; everyone is saying he's likely heading to the College, to here! I want to meet him, but I'm sure I'm not alone on that. They say he wants to learn magics. To be honest, I'm surprised he doesn't know already. Gods, to be the one to teach the Dragonborn would be… I'm not sure. Exciting? Terrifying? I'll never know, but if I muck up on my opportunity to talk to a legend, a hero, I will never be able to like myself again. He could tell me anything in the world I would want to know about dragons. I've nearly given up on seeing one, but now this news has relit my heart.

Well, I'm barely scraping at 1,000 words, but hopefully that'll change soon.