Dear Journal,

I need to get out of here. Things have transpired within the past two days that I must leave Whiterun immediately. Yes, I am back in Whiterun, I'm staying at the inn. I shall start from where my last entry left off….

I killed a bunch of undead nord skeletons, found Arvel, saved him from a giant spider, he ran off, I killed him, got the golden claw, got the dragonstone, blah blah blah. All that was nothing I couldn't handle, despite the situation itself being odd. What really unsettled me was a wall that I found while I was there.

It was a wall, covered with what looked like to be a single word in a foreign language written over and over. When I approached it, everything went dark, save for a ribbon of light that engulfed me. When the light returned, a word and its meaning came into my consciousness… "fus". It means "Force". I don't know how I know this. I just do. But that's not even the thing that really has me rattled…

When I finally brought the dragonstone back (the next morning), somehow…somehow…I was roped into fighting a dragon alongside Irileth (the Jarl's housecarl…in Skyrim they're like bodyguards). Yes, a dragon was attacking the western watchtower, and the Jarl wanted me to accompany Irileth. I don't know why I went…I could have easily been on my way. I can tell you that I just wanted to earn the Jarl's gratitude, that I just wanted to tag along and earn myself a reward. But something inside me wanted to face that dragon. Maybe this had something to do with the wall I encountered. I'm not really sure.

As the dragon fell, he shouted "Dovakiin, no!" Again, I understood his roar as a language…just like the wall. I think I was the only one who was able to understand the roar as anything more than noise. Anyways, when he died, he disintegrated. I absorbed some kind of power from him, which the soldiers made a huge deal about. They kept telling me to "shout"…but I didn't know how! I just ignored them and head back to Whiterun. On my way back, I heard a voice say "Dovahkiin". It was so loud, the very ground shook as it resonated.

Upon returning to the Jarl, he named me "Thane" and gave me an axe. I guess it means I'm some kind of hero. Looks like I don't have to worry about not being let into the city anymore. He also mentioned something about the voice I heard…he said that the voice called to me. He said that I'm something called "Dragonborn", that I need to go to some temple on "the throat of the world". But far more disconcerting was the fact that he assigned me a housecarl. Her name is Lydia, she is sleeping on a cot near the doorway of my room as I write this.

The Jarl expects me to be a prominent figure, to what end I have no idea. All I know is that this is not what I came to Skyrim for. Lydia is sworn to protect me and my belongings with her life…I am not ready for this. I want to go to Winterhold, to be a mage, I don't want to stay here!

In the morning, I will leave Lydia. I shall tell her to remain in Whiterun. She has a place here, I do not. I have coin enough to get the wagon outside the city gates to take me to Winterhold. What will happen next…I don't know. I will write when I have the chance again, until then, I bid you goodnight.

Take care,

Shetani