Skyrim: Became Dovahkiin

"You know what? I had just arrived at the tavern when I got slapped. It was unexpectedly unpleasant." Looking at the girl, I realized it was Lydia.

"Is that how you greet your Thane?"

John hadn't expected the Housecarl to welcome him so warmly. His cheek wasn't damaged at all. It seemed that with increasing levels and absorbing dragon souls, the Dovahkiin was becoming strong too quickly. Adjusting his iron helmet, John looked into Lydia's eyes. Her dark eyes, filled with a certain anger, stared at the Dragonborn.

"You disappeared that day and said nothing to me! Only a note. And we should be focusing on the Greybeards and getting to High Hrothgar." The woman's hands trembled with irritation.

"Well. Why do you have to resort to physical force right away?" John looked at Lydia with a hint of disapproval. "I admit, I acted wrongly. Drinking with Sam was a mistake, and disappearing for several days was too. And now we should head straight for Ivarstead (near the Throat of the World mountain)."

John called for Jenassa and Uthgerd.

"No, wait!" Lydia pushed John on the shoulder.

"What is it?" John frowned. Lydia wasn't usually so capricious.

Of course, he understood that he had acted poorly. But Lydia was reacting to this too strangely. Had someone told her something? Or had she been drinking? True or not, aggression radiated from her.

Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her steel armor was polished to a shine. Apparently, Lydia had cleaned her armor a hundred times while waiting. Her hand pushed John with obvious force.

The Dragonborn, in turn, stepped back. Two wrinkles formed on his forehead. He took his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest.

"What are you doing, Lydia?"

"What needs to be done! You still haven't apologized." Lydia was disappointed in John.

The Dovahkiin sighed. After all, the game was simpler. Companions listened and followed orders. He scratched his head.

"I'm sorry, Lydia," he said in a calm tone.

Lydia was surprised at first. She had thought the Dovahkiin was arrogant. However, she had been mistaken in her conclusions. Perhaps these actions were excessive.

"Alright. I forgive you this once."

"And now we leave. It's time to go to High Hrothgar."

The whole group was assembled. It was time to set out. Those old men were probably getting impatient.

"I need to get to High Hrothgar quickly. I'm struggling to cope with the memories of the absorbed dragon. These constant flashbacks. On top of that, arrogance, greed, and a lust for power have been added. It seems the dragon's soul has affected me."

John, gritting his teeth, went to prepare for the journey. He could barely contain his anger. Suppressing emotions had become much harder. John tried to suppress everything unnecessary.

Pulling out a pouch of gold, he headed to Arcadia's Cauldron...

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The Next Day. Closer to Nightfall

John's group had already covered some ground. Pelagia's Farm and Honningbrew Meadery were behind them.

Clatter of hooves

The horses slowly trudged along the stone-paved road. John and the others simply sat in their saddles. Swaying slightly, John tried to sit still. His hands tightly held the reins. He seemed tense.

The Nord woman in plate armor simply looked straight ahead. Her red hair almost reached her shoulder blades. A four-centimeter long scar adorned her cheek. This gave her a certain charm and showed some resilience.

Next was Lydia. She had managed to choose a black horse. Dark fur tightly covered the animal. Steel armor was on the girl. Almost a complete set. An intricate pattern was visible on each piece of armor. Her cheeks were flushed from the slight cold.

Behind Lydia followed Jenassa, alongside the Dovahkiin. The young man didn't have as much money as it turned out. Buying a new horse was quite problematic. All that was left was to ride on one horse. What else could he do? The main thing now was to get there quickly, not to think about such things. And yet...

Jenassa was in front of John (on the saddle). John looked at Jenassa's back. Her light armor concealed large areas of her skin. Only through a few cutouts was her dark blue skin visible. Most of her neck was covered by black hair.

John had always been interested in other races in Skyrim. And dark elves were no exception.

"Listen, Jenassa."

"What is it?" She turned her face towards John.

"What's wrong with Lydia? She's been acting aggressively today."

"Hmm." The Dunmer fell silent.

"Did you notice anything strange?" John raised an eyebrow.

"You see, John. This girl is emotional. She was offended by your disappearance and was extremely angry these past few days."

"I see."

John nodded. He gazed a little too long at the Dunmer's eyes. Her red eyes shone like rubies on this journey. He looked away and at nature. The bright singing of birds still enlivened this trek. And the surrounding mountains exuded a certain majesty. Nature was truly beautiful.

"I kept thinking... What if my brain decided to send me such visions before death? So realistic. Or is it true? What if everything here is real?"

John clenched his fist. His eyes looked at the beauty surrounding him. His ears heard all the sounds. And the smell of grass made itself known. All five senses were real. He tried to grasp something. But it seemed nothing was as simple as it appeared.

"Phew." He sighed and looked at the sky.

John always looked at the sky when he was having a hard time. It seemed the birds flying in the sky had no such problems and enjoyed every minute of their freedom. No hassles or stress.

After a few minutes, the Dovahkiin calmed his mind. These worries only complicated the situation. He needed to control his emotions. For even more tasks lay ahead in the future.

His eyelids grew heavy, slowly closing. It seemed that constant travel had exhausted him mentally and a little physically. John gently rested his head on Jenassa's shoulder.

"Wake me if there are problems or if we stop for the night," John mumbled in a hoarse voice.

Jenassa wasn't too pleased that his head was on her shoulder. She merely frowned but didn't strongly object.

"O-okay." The Dunmer nodded.

The young man had already closed his eyes, his consciousness slowly sinking into sleep. John's warm breath touched the Dunmer's skin on the exposed parts of her armor. Jenassa ignored it.

"Quite warm."

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John's Dream

Again, the boundless expanses of space. The light from the stars softly illuminated his figure. A blue mist under his feet slowly flowed clockwise.

"Time to allocate skill points again." He shook his head.