19th of Rain's Hand

Yes, I know! I've been missing in action! Well, I have a lot to tell you, Journal. Let start at the top:

First of all, Paarthurnax is… a dragon. Yes, I said it: a dragon. But he's a pretty nice one. Well, he is, after all, the master of the Greybeards. But thank Talos I didn't attack him when he appeared before me!

Anyway, I wanted to learn the Dragonrend Shout from him, so that I can defeat Alduin with it. However, the Shout was used to only cripple him, not defeat him. It was an Elder Scroll. The Nord heros, Gormlaith, Felldir and Hakon used it as a last resort in hopes that Alduin would be lost in time.

However, there was a slight problem: instead of getting lost in time, he was sent forward to our time; my time. So, Alduin became my problem.

Another problem was looking for an Elder Scroll. The best place was the College of Winterhold. So I'm heading there now. Hopefully, someone there can tell me something.

You know very well, Journal: Mother was from the College of Winterhold. In fact, she was next in line for the title of Arch-Mage. But then she met Daddy and they got married and she settled down with him.

No, I haven't decided whether to go back or not. I probably won't. It hurts too much. I already have to go to the place where Mother became what she was proud of being, a Mage. I don't think going back home is something I can handle.

Location: The Arcanaeum, College of Winterhold, Winterhold
19th of Rain's Hand
10:46am

"Do you even know what you're asking about?" The old Orc named Urag gro-Shub, questioned with an appalled expression, as if someone had set fire to all of his books right here, in the Arcanaeum, the College's library.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't know what it was. I know exactly what I'm asking for." She placed her hands on her hips.

"Ha! You think that even I had one here, I'd let you see it?" The old Orc faked a laugh. "It would be kept under the highest security. Even the greatest thief in the world wouldn't be able to land a finger on it."

"Really?" She asked, and folded her arms across her chest. "Then what about the Dragonborn?"

"… Wait… what? Dragonborn?" Urag ascended from his seat. "Were you the ones the Greybeards were calling?"

"The same one." She sighed, repeating for the second time.

"I'll bring everything I have on the Elder Scrolls, but it won't be much."

Today, Kayleigh learned the benefits of holding the title of 'Dragonborn'. Not only will demonstrating your Shouts to the Mage guarding the entrance to the College allow you to get it, but it also granted you access to the books in the College's library. No further questions asked.

"Trust me: I'd be willing to settle for anything you might have."

19th of Rain's Hand

I need to meet with a man named Septimus Signus. He used to be part of the College. Septimus wrote one of the books called "Ruminations on the Elder Scrolls". It was incomprehensible, though. He wrote the book while he was still a member of the College, but departed after having read one of the Scrolls and becoming irrevocably mad. Urag told me I can find him at his outpost north of Winterhold in the glacial islands. He was looking for Dwemer Artifacts, but apparently, that was years ago.

I'll be leaving in a little bit. I'm just seating here, in the center of the College. It's just as how I remember it. I remember that Mother told me that the College was shunned after the Great Collapse of 4E 122. She was disappointed to know about that when she first joined. She told me that the College was an amazing place. I must do something to bring the College back to its former glory.

One day...

"Kayleigh Bennett?" A gentle voice called for her.

Kayleigh looked up from her journal, astonished to hear her last name. She glanced up at a Dark Elf, but one she instantly recognized – He was the Arch-Mage of the College and also held a place in the Dragonborn's heart. Kayleigh sat her journal behind her and managed to collect her voice back. "Savos Aren." She got up and pulled back her Novice Hood. "You remember me?"

"Oh why wouldn't I, child?" Savos Aren leaned in for a hug, which she gladly accepted. "Let me look at you!" He pulled back and placed his hand on her cheeks, taking in the Nord before him. "My, my. You look just like your mother, child. All you need is some Expert Robes."

She blushed at that. "Thank you."

"I heard of you being the… Dragonborn. How are you taking all of this?" He questioned, moving to hold her hands in a comforting grip.

"It's been hard, but I'll be alright," She assured. It was still a heavy burden, but what other choices did the Nord have? She loved her country dearly. How could she sit by and let it rot in Alduin's terror?

"Were you just leaving, child?"

"Actually, yes. I have to find your dear Septimus Signus. He holds my next step in defeating the Dragons. It's a long story, sir."

"'Sir'? How quaint." He smiled warmly at that. "Your mother and I were old friends. I've spent many days taking care of you, teaching you magic. My dear, you are family. Please, call me Savos," He earned a small smile from her as a form of a reply. He caressed her right cheek. "Well, good luck to you, child. I know this whole thing must be hard on you, but take comfort in knowing that your mother is watching over you and keeping you safe."

She gave a sad smile for that. The mere mention of her mother... "Yes, Savos. Thank you."

"Oh and before you go, child, take this," He reached into his satchel and pulled out a hood. "It's an Adept Hood. It'll increase your Magicka much more than a Novice one. I've been meaning to present to a student whose project exceeds my expectations, but you are far more important to me."

"Oh, Savos," Though slightly stunned, she accepted the hood, trying not to let any tears well up in her green eyes. "Thank you so much! I'll make good use of it." She dove in for a tight hug.

"Take care, child. May the Gods and your mother look out for you."