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Chapter 10: A Time to Hunt
With Raelof now gone, I really wanted to hurry and complete my training, so I could travel alone across the land, and maybe, one day see him again. I also had some places I wanted to check for clues about how to get back to my world, like the college of Winterhold.
It was a hard decision not to travel with him and enroll with the Stormcloacks, but it had to be made. I sympathized with the faction since Imperials had tried to cut my head off, but I feared it was a distraction, and I didn't want to end up being a puppet of some power thirsty Jarl. Plus, I really didn't want to face war, not if I could avoid it. Given my long stay, I had come to the weird and detached conclusion that this world was real, not a videogame, and the last thing I wished to see were thousands of men, slaughtering each other.
I also felt the need of leaving everyone I knew, of being alone in my search for home. I loved the kindness of Riverwood's people, but that was also my greatest fear: I felt as if I was trapping myself inside an illusion of normality. I was getting used to their lifestyle, and I was staring to forget home. Becoming attached to them was not good, even if it helped me heal... One day I would have to leave them for my own world. Not to mention, if I really was Dovahkin and related to the dragons, being around me could not have been safe.
And that was my last and biggest question. Was I really Dovahkin? I did not feel special at all.
The training with Faendal was proceeding well. I kept increasing the time I spent with him, and by now, he was glad to have a companion and a disciple. I was becoming very stealthy and careful about my surroundings. I had learnt tricks only wood elves knew, about recognizing animal traces, smells, and particular sounds. My senses, dulled by my previous city life, were somehow awakening. As for my ability with the bow, I showed potential, even though Faendal was still way better than me. Being able to shoot from a range was something crucial, as I had learnt from my previous fights. As much as I knew about martial arts and sword techniques, those applied mostly on targets with human anatomy, and humans were only a few of the potential enemies in Skyrim . We hunted together every morning before dawn and I learned how to kill and skin wolves and deer. It was a gruesome act, but I had to get used to it. The more pelts I gathered, the more materials I had to build myself a good set of armor.
As for learning how to smith things, Alvor was pleased with my help, but I still wasn't ready to make a sword, for such a task required years of training. Still, as time went by and I gathered materials from hunting, I managed to build my own personal set of leather armor. And, with both Alvor's help and Faendal's assistance, I crafted my own bow, to fit with my personal needs.
I had set as my final goal to go and kill the beast with Faendal. After that, I was off on my own. The elf kept tracking the beast's movements, but lately, he was confused.
"It's weird…"
"What is it?"
"You know the Beast we are soon going to kill? I had assumed from its tracks to be a largely overgrown troll. The footprints were similar, and the smell…."
"Yes, so?"
"Well lately, I have not spotted these weird footprints anymore. I have seen trees broken by force though, and I can sense fear into some of the wild animals, as if the beast was still out there... But no footprints… "
"That is weird…"
"Exactly, it is. Diana I have to ask your help now. It's been weeks and I think you are ready with what I've taught you, thank the gods you are a fast learner. I need you to help me check what's in the beast's lair. I'm afraid something has happened."
I grinned .
"I was waiting for you to say that"
