Chapter 16

Day 56

Another day in the cave had left us with fewer supplies. Zaynabi had used the last of our potions to try and ease Kharjo's pain and there wasn't anymore ingredients for her to make anymore. The storm was still raging outside as we kept huddled inside the cave. I had gathered up the courage to squeeze out of the crack that was the entrance to the room we where in and into the small hall like cavern that lead outside. I watched as the snow fell on the land of Skyrim, thinking back to the day I had firt awoken. I was still no closer to knowing why I had been brought here or what those conjurers had been trying to summon. I wanted to recall their words or their voices to maybe give me some clues as to what their race could be but I couldn't recall anything.

The snow continued to fall as I kept watch over the land around the entrance to the cave. Zaynabi had continued to keep watch over Kharjo. If the storm continued on into tomorrow then one of us would need to brave the storm to try and find more supplies to make a potion or something that could ease his pain. He had suffered many injuries but the major one had almost severed his arm.

I cursed myself as I turned to head back into the room. He had gotten hurt trying to defend Ahkari and I. Even after that I couldn't save Ahkari from being taken by those "things." I wondered now what was happening out there. There was the war between the empire and stormcloaks, the threat of the Aldmeri Dominion and now some kind of menace had been unleashed on the land. Riften and Windhelm would be in the most immediate danger.

The last few days had been a nightmare and I believed that the future would hold worse things. The events at Mistwatch Keep had kept me from any real sleep the night before. Kharjo and I had planned to rescue Ahkari and Zaynabi then leave and take refugre in Riften. But it is believed that someone summoned something inside the Keep that created more monstrosities. A blank book had been found in the main room where prisoners had been kept. It held the conjuration symbol and had the same binding as the book I had found near me when I had first arrived. Why had it been there though? Had the conjurers been there? Where they now dead?

After squeezing my way back into the room I set a few more logs onto the fire and sat down. Zaynabi had fallen asleep on her cot near Kharjo, they looked like they would have been cute together as a couple. I found it funny that I would think about something like that. Given all that was going on in this world though it was something of a more cheerful thought. Maybe they would get together by the end of all this, if we all lived through everything that is.

I watched the fire for some time before bringing out my journal and reviewed my time in Skyrim. I smiled a little when I caught up to my most recent writing. I was lucky to be a live through everything I had been through so far. Was it luck though or was something else going on. I had tried praying to Akatosh many times and even asked for a blessing to heal Kharjo but it seems my prayers are falling on deaf ears. I had believed that maybe I had been blessed with some form of restoration magic but it seems that I can only work minor "miracles" when my prayers where answered. Was I not believing enough? Was I doing something wrong now? Maybe I had done something to anger Akatosh? There where too many things going on around me and unless I wrote it down in a journal I don't believe that I could make sense of any of it. The nine divines, the daedra, magic, wars and much more. These things had all been foreign to me in my world. Something I had only experienced in the elder scrolls game series that I had played and movies I had watched. None of that though could have ever prepared me for it all to become reality. War and strife where in my world but nothing I had experienced first hand.

Nothing had really happened today. But hopefully tomorrow will bring better events. We needed something for Kharjo and I only prayed that this storm would let up so we could venture out. Maybe find some help or get Kharjo to Riften if we could. Being behind walls would make me feel a little safer than just simply hiding out in a cave and hoping nothing stumbles in.

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