Entry 1.
Fredas, 15th of Last Seed
This one's name is J'Hirra. She has never written in a journal before. She used to enjoy writing stories and poems when she was a cub, but she has not touched a quill in a very long time. So, what makes this one pick it up now after all these years? Boredom, perhaps? This one cannot sleep tonight, no matter how tired she is. But perhaps that is not the case. No, this one feels a greater purpose behind her actions.
Her life changed today at Helgen. Seeing that dragon, hearing the screams of the burning and the dying, watching the executioner raise his axe over her head. So many died today, yet this one was spared? She has led such a meaningless life, yet hers was spared? It has to be for a reason, no? This day marks a fresh start in her life. No more bandits, no more fighting just for the sake of it, or living for the sake of living. It is time this one made a name for herself, yes?
Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to document all the amazing deeds she will accomplish during her fresh start? Yes. Because there will be deeds; amazing, jaw-dropping, truly inspiring deeds. This one will make her mother proud.
She was with a group of bandits for a while after she left the caravan. Being alone in the wilderness was frightening and when they tried to rob her she fought back and their leader was impressed and asked if J'Hirra wished to join, so she said yes. Khajiit never really liked it, but felt that if she tried to leave, they would kill her. This one has disappointed her mother with her dishonorable actions, but after today, things will be different. Somehow.
As for her sleeplessness...It is not only the black dragon's burning red eyes that are keeping her awake. She can faintly hear whispers, some louder than others, some so soft they are barely there…far away…They are calling to her, she can feel it. Even now, there is one whisper close by, closer than all the others. It sounds like it's saying 'Fus' over and over again. But what word is that? It's no Elven language, nor that of the Khajiit or Argonian. It's not even Nordic. Is your daughter going mad, Mother? Did seeing that Dragon unhinge this one? No, no J'Hirra is still sane, she can feel it, but these voices are enough to drive her mad. What's worse is that this one feels compelled to go to them, to hunt them all down and silence them. Not even because they are annoying…the words are ancient, full of power…she can feel it.
This Khajiit is tired now, and her mind is more at peace. Her hand also aches from holding the quill for so long. Ralof and his family are decent people, for Nords that is. They have put her up for the night on a few blankets in the basement. They gave her food and supplies, and wish for her to visit the city down the road and ask for the Jarl to send troops to Riverwood in case a dragon attacks. It is a tiny town that smells of freshly cut wood and sawdust, but it is pleasant and safe.
Ralof did save her life from the dragon and Khajiit feels compelled to help him. Forgive her, Mother.
Tomorrow, Khajiit goes to Whiterun; she will tell the Jarl to send troops to Riverwood, and then she will see what kind of a name she can make for herself there.
All will give her their respect, especially the Nords.
