A/N: Here's the more eventful chapter I promised! We're nearing the halfway point of this story, but if necessary, I could make side stories about Summer and Conlan if I'm given enough support. Also if you're a hella good artist and you want to make fan art and send me your drawings, it would be really appreciated and I will use it (or the best one if I'm sent more than one image) as a cover for this story, considering that it's hard for me to get screenshots from my TV because I play on Xbox.

Thanks again for the support! Enjoy this chapter!

After the longest five hours pass, Conlan "wakes" me up. It was my turn to keep watch.

Once Conlan was definitely sleeping, part of me's debating to just watch him sleep. Logic, however, tells me that I would have this opportunity again. As of right now, it's essential for me to practice these spells.

I don't recall how I spawned those spells when the dragon appeared, but I need to remember.

What did I do?

I stare at the palms of my hands, trying to recall how the ice and sparks spawned in my hands only hours ago.

What was I thinking?

What was I feeling?

I was scared. There was a dragon that could've taken my life away, and I needed to prevent him from doing so. I barley defended myself, until Conlan came around.

Do I have to be scared to use spells?

My head whips around when snow is being crunched from a distance. Someone must be wandering behind the camp. I don't want to draw their attention to me.

I need ice, fire, or storm. Protect me.

Growling.

God, help me.

I stand up, and turn around to find three pairs of glowing eyes looking up at me from a distance.

Wolves.

I clutch my hands into fists, and the wolves growl louder. I open my hands, allowing a spell to be cast in my hands.

My hands are still empty.

The wolves begin to bark, and the snow starts crunching even louder. I turn to look at Conlan, who is still asleep. I stare at him; this will be my last opportunity to do so.

The wolves' barks turn into howls and snarls. I shield myself with my arms and let out a cry when the first one launches itself at me from the dark abyss, revealing it's grey fur and rabid teeth and eyes. However, it doesn't touch me. The wolf falls to the floor, as it's being electrocuted to death.

I look down at my hands, and there were purple shocks running through my left hand.

I just electrocuted that wolf.

The two other wolves charge at me. Without thinking, bolts of lightening fly from my hand to one of the wolves. I take a hold of my shield, push the other wolf away from me, and cause it to fall in the snow. Before the wolf could stand back up, more electric currents attack the wolf. The pack is dead.

"You handled yourself well."

I turn around and defend myself from the predator, until I realize it was only Conlan. Except, he was being electrocuted as well.

"Oh my god!" I shout, "I'm so sorry." I begin to cry, and my hands shake as I try to find a healing potion in my knapsack.

Conlan grabs my wrist. "It's just a novice spell. I'm pretty strong, so it didn't do much to me," he was still wearing his mask, so I couldn't tell if he was truly being sincere or if he was being annoying.

"I'm still sorry."

"Don't be, you hardly left a scratch on me."

"I could have killed you," I whine.

"No, you aren't strong enough," he jokes. "But I will admit you're stronger than I thought."

"That's how it should be," I bloat.

Conlan lays his head back down. "My eyes are rolling under this mask," he informs me.

I don't respond, and allow him to fall back asleep, so I can look at the silent snob in peace.

After about half a day, we arrive to High Hrothgar. I got to practice my flames spell as we walked up the mountain. Not only did I increase my skills in destruction, but I kept us warm as well.

When we finally arrive to the top of the mountain, it was sometime in the mid afternoon. Although the sun was out, not even his rays could keep me warm on this mountain of ice. High Hrothgar was much bigger than I ever imagined. It was probably the size of the Tower of London, if you include the courtyard in the back of High Hrothgar.

Conlan approaches one of the staircases leading to the entrance, and I follow. Conlan turns to me, and puts a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Best you stay here," he states. "I know these men don't like guests. They only want me here, so it's best that only I should see them."

"I have no problem with that," I tell him. Honestly, I didn't want to risk being fus ro dahed off the mountain. I was hoping there would be some excuse as to me not going inside, and thankfully there is.

Once I heard the heavy iron slam shut, I knew I was, for the first time ever, alone.

What should I do?

I left a note on the offering chest outside of High Hrothgar, telling Conlan I would be heading back down to Ivarstead due to the unbearable cold. I actually got to kill a pack of wolves on my own during my voyage down.

I was nearing the bottom of the mountain. The sun was setting, and night must've been only half an hour away. I needed to get to an inn in Ivarstead, and fast.

All I had in regards to warmth was my viciously cold steel plate armor. I still had no helmet. I must've developed frostbite on my ears or nose. My head was pounding my skull open, begging for me to sleep in a warm bed.

"You don't look so good, traveler," a male voice echoes. It was the voice of a courier. I lifted my face from the floor to find a man, probably a Nord, in fur armor, with a hunting bow and iron arrows on his back.

"I have a healing potion, you could use it," the man reaches for his knapsack. I want to stop him; however, I could actually die if I deny his offer.

He's only a hunter. He can't do much harm.

I take the small red bottle from his hand, and guzzle it down. The potion didn't taste like a healing potion... it tasted sour rather than bitter.

A potion of cure disease?

"Let's get you to Ivarstead, we're near end the snowy path anyway," he wraps an arm around me, and his hand is under my breast. I found this gesture unnecessary, until I stumbled down to the stone path, my face eating dirt.

The hunter rushes on top of me, and rolls me onto my back. Before I could see his face, the world blurs and darkens.