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That's obviously not the most clever thing I've ever written, but I honestly had no decent title for this. CATCHING UP IN PRESENT TIME BITCH! The remix featuring Abra. That was the stupidest thing I've ever said. Wrong, didn't say it. Wrote it, but my thoughts said so I did say it? I'm confusing myself. Anyway, I've decided to let you know more about what's been going on since the last update...well because do you honestly think that I'm going to write this entire book in just one day? With no breaks? Or without having a day job? Well if you thought about that and took it into consideration, thank you for being more intelligent than our other readers who never took it into consideration. To them: Fuck you.
Remember that feeling I was getting from those Saarthal ruins? Well if you don't go back to "Catching Up In Present Time" and fucking read it again. We still haven't found the source of it, but I'm not the only feeling the power. The new students feel it as well, the little shits went exploring today and asking to "tag along," no thanks. I'd rather rot in my fucking house. Err...I'm being tremendously mean to them...That's not good. I just never like the new students because they always think they're better than you, and have more skills in magicka than you. Arrogant bastards. But they have potential, it's just that their arrogance gets them killed. It just makes me sick when I see them being brought back to the college in body bags. But after they returned saying they had found nothing I saw something sticking out of one of the students pockets. I never thought to question it till only recently when we've been having these magical tremors and it's shifting our magicka around. Weird.
I have also received a letter from my love over in Solitude. Which in turn means Abra lives in Solitude while I freeze here in Winterhold. Why? Well I left Solitude about a year back because I just couldn't take the pressure of being the Queen's mage. I'm not saying I hate the city. I actually quite adore Solitude, but it was just the job I had that made it a nightmare. All I did was pack some important things and left. I had told Abra and the Queen. She wished me well, and told me Abra would always be safe within the walls of Solitude. Now Queenie was some character. She was either a witch, your mother, your best friend, or your worst nightmare. I honestly have no idea how Bolgeir can deal with her. He once told me mead but it wasn't true. Man had never touched a drop of alcohol in his life. Anyway, back to the letter. She said it was lonely without me there, and it was "too quiet" because I wasn't there to blow up the basement every other day. Not my fault experimenting with magicka and alchemy isn't a smart idea. She also has missed me a ton and has asked me when I'll be returning.
I still haven't responded to the letter, well because I have nothing to say. Yeah surprise, surprise. I, of all people, have nothing to say. I just don't know how to respond. I want to, I just can't. No idea why. But I'll worry about it another time other than now.
I also went on a little trek to Dragon Bridge and met this...person. A nice fellow who helped me, but he told me he had met me much before this time. I asked when and how, but all he told me was, "Destiny has a funny way of playing itself out. We'll both find out eventually, or even not at all. But it doesn't hurt to know Destiny is cooking something up for us both. And even everyone in here! Or that just could be the innkeepers horrible cooking. Don't tell her I said that."
Now that man was a charm. I never know what happened to him, before I left town I asked if he would be staying but the innkeeper told me he had never heard of him or even saw him. Strange. But as of recent I did remember when I met a strange fellow in a tavern. This was years back, after Abra and I had become loves we went to Markarth and stayed awhile. I left to explore a little bit and happened on Rorikstead. Which is where this next story begins.
