Author's Note: Hey! So far Candywolf33 is my only reviewer. Not that I'm complaining, thanks by the way! I know I've been updating pretty often, but my vacation schedule is about to get crazy so I won't be updating as often, but I promise to try and make time! I don't own Skyrim
On Destiny's Path
Rolaf and I headed down the mountainside, towards his sister's village. We hadn't seen the dragon or any Imperials for some time, so the tension was gone. We were almost just strolling along, and taking in the beauty of the day, as if the carnage and destruction we'd just escaped never happened. Rolaf and I talked a bit on our way down. He talked of the Stormcloaks and their righteousness and how I should join up with them. I just nodded through politely and said I'd think about it. I wasn't interested in taking up sides in a war. If I want adventure, I don't need Stormcloaks or Imperials.
Rolaf stopped and pointed to some old ruins on the far side of the valley. "See that? Bleak Falls Barrow. I could never understand how my sister could stand living in the shadow of the place." He shuddered. "Maybe its history makes up for its looks?" I volunteered. He shrugged. "I guess you get used to it" We continued on, though Bleak Falls was on my mind. I wondered who named it, and if they were utterly depressing or had a very strange sense of humor. This kept going on through my head until we came upon three pillar-like stones.
They were arranged in a triangle and were stood up. There was a different picture carved into each stone and a hole on top of each carving. "These are the Guardian Stones," Rolaf explained, when he saw my curiosity, "three of the thirteen ancient standing stones that dot Skyrim's landscape." He turned to me. "Go ahead, see for yourself." "See what?" "You can receive a blessing from one of these ancient stones, give it a try." I never really gave much belief in things like this before, but then again I saw a dragon this morning so this can't be too far fetched. I walked up to the stones. The first stone I saw had a carving of a man in a robe holding a staff with light coming out of it. He looked like some sort of mage. I turned to the left and saw a carving of a man in a hood, holding a knife. I guessed he was a thief of some sort. The stone to my right showed a man in armor holding a sword and shield. It was obvious he was a warrior, just like the ones Pa would tell stories about before he died. I reached out to touch the carving. Suddenly the runes on the stone lit up bright blue when my fingers touched the stone. A blue orb appeared in the hole in the middle and a blue stream shot up into the sky. After a moment it all faded. I turned to Rolaf. "What in the hells just happened?"
He grinned. "You were blessed lad! A warrior's blessing too might I add!" I was still confused. "But what does it mean?" We continued on as Rolaf answered. "It means just that. You've just been blessed, and Fate has made you out to be a warrior. Be grateful, she doesn't bless everyone." "A warrior?" I asked. "But I'm no fighter. The thought of killing another soul never even excited me." Rolaf smirked. "Could've fooled me back at the inn and dungeon." You cut through those soldiers easily, and they were no pushovers." "Yeah, I guess." I said. "How'd it feel?" "Huh?" "I said how'd it feel to kill a man?" He repeated. "I don't know." I responded. "It was him or me." "Good," Rolaf nodded, "that's the way to think. No need to turn you into a bloodthirsty killing machine."
Soon we reached the town of Riverwood . "Looks like no one knows what happened yet." Rolaf noted. "Come on. Gerdur's probably working in her lumber mill." We whisked through the town trying not to make any attention to ourselves. "Gerdur!" Rolaf called out to a blonde woman when we reached the lumber mill. "Brother!" Gerdur cried and ran to hug her brother. "Mara's mercy it's good to see you!" I could see the family resemblance in Gerdur. Though not as strong as Rolaf, their blonde hair definitely set them apart as siblings. Gerdur suddenly withdrew from the embrace. "But is it safe for you to be here? After I heard of Ulfric's capture…" "Gerdur…" Rolaf tried, but she kept on worrying. "Gerdur, I'm fine. At least now I am." "Were you hurt? What happened?" She turned to me. "And who's this? One of your comrades?" "Not a comrade yet, but a friend." He answered proudly. "I owe him my life, in fact. Will, this is my sister Gerdur. Gerdur, this is Will." She smiled at me while I simply blushed. I wasn't used to people praising me.
"Gerdur is there somewhere we can talk?" We told Gerdur all that happened in Helgen and our escape from the dragon." She couldn't believe it, but she understood. "What's this world coming to? Dragons are back?" She shook her head. "Riverwood is defenseless!" She suddenly cried. "We need to get word to Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun to send whatever troops he can!" She turned to me if you do that for me, I'll be forever in your debt." "Then that's where I'll be heading." I said. Rolaf turned to me. "I should get going and meet up with the Stormcloaks. Good luck on your journey." "You too." My adventure begins now.
Author's Note: So I was thinking about maybe doing some side quests. Not sure yet. Any suggestions?