JoS/Lyra/2nd Journal - The Stormcloaks

Hearthfire, 1st, 4E 201

I swear I'm never letting myself get captured by bandits like that ever again. Bandits, soldiers, vampires, whatever. I'm going to get stronger and nobody will be able to touch me. Most girls would probably just stay in the city or only travel with someone who can protect them. But I don't want anyone to protect me. I want to be able to defend myself. That's what I told Faendhal today. He agreed to keep training me, but made me promise not to go off on my own again until I was ready.

I don't know when he thinks I'll be ready, but I'm willing to work hard until I know I can be safe wandering through Skyrim. Nothing has changed, I'm still going to join the Stormcloaks and get revenge. I don't care what anyone says. I'm not going to be weak like some stupid little girl.

Hearthfire, 7th, 4E 201

I haven't written much in my journal lately, but I've been spending all my time training with Faendhal. I'm getting even better with the bow and today, I even killed an elk and he helped me skin it and sell meat and furs to the Riverwood Traders.

When I got back home, Gerdur cooked some of it up and it was delicious.

Hearthfire, 16th, 4E 201

Life is almost starting to feel normal. At least considering everything that's happened. Gerdur and Hod are taking care of me and giving me a place to stay. And I've been going out to hunt with Faendhal nearly every day. He's teaching me how to look out for myself, too. I don't have that great elvish hearing like he does, but he taught me how to listen for dangers coming my way. Between that and how much better I've been getting with my bow, I bet those bandits wouldn't stand a chance if they'd tried to capture me today.

When I'm not out hunting, I've spent time playing with the neighborhood kids, too. It has felt good to be normal for a change. But it also doesn't feel right. When I get a moment to myself, all I can think about is what happened to my daddy. Then I think about getting revenge. I know once I've trained some more, I have to leave to avenge his death.

Hearthfire, 22nd, 4E 201

Today, Faendhal and me were ambushed while we were out hunting. More bandits, of course. We were able to see them coming though and they were no match for the two of us. I bet I could have taken them alone now, maybe in a few weeks, I'll work up the courage to go out by myself again. I'm not letting the threat of bandits keep me from doing what I want to do. Even though Hod, Gerdur, and Faendhal all made me promise never to go out alone again, I know I'm not going to keep that promise for too much longer. Soon, I'll be able to handle myself.

Hearthfire, 30th, 4E 201

I did it. I just left. Earlier today, I bought enough supplies, packed up everything I owned and sneaked out of Riverwood. I left a note so nobody will come looking for me. Gerdur and Hod's son, Frodnar, my "step brother" I guess you could say, saw me before I left and wanted to play. I yelled at him and kept moving, running when I got to the edge of town. I headed to Whiterun and I used money I made from selling my furs to buy passage to Windhelm. There, I'm going to join the Stormcloaks and fight the Imperials to avenge my father's death. I'm pretty sure the soldier who actually killed my father was already dead by the hand of that dragon. But the general, soldiers that captured us, anyone willing to fight for those evil people are my enemy. I've worked hard to get ready for this and I'm doing it, no matter what anyone says. I might just be a little girl, but after everything that's happened to me and how hard I've trained, I'm ready for anything now.

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