Whiterun

    Gerdur wanted me to go up to Whiterun and tell the Jarl about what happened at Helgen.  She said something about Riverwood being in danger if that bloody dragon was still in the mountains nearby. I woke up today and this happened. Looks like the Eight didn't hear out my wishes after all. The sun yet rose, it was still dark but right then, I would've sworn I could say that my future is indeed darker than the weather it is right now. Far from that, as I sat there in the haystack and my torn armor, the weather look a lot brighter than what I heard next.
    I thought Ralof was going to join me. All I got back was a stern stare and a saying that went, "You do not put put a shield above your head, if the dagger is aiming at your belly." I respected Ralof because he looked like someone I could trust my life with but this seems to be the only thing I could not trust him with. Apparently, Ralof was a Stormcloak and the Imperials are searching all over for him. So, he couldn't get out and walk around a city. Besides, he said, Jarl Balgruuf the Greater is said to be on the Imperial's side in the rebellion. After that, he was gone. I never see him again.
    Gerdur handed me some supplies; food, some spare clothes and a good luck ring. She gave me a general direction to Whiterun, a city that was in the middle of Skyrim that is known throughout Tamriel as the middle point, a trading center for Skyrim.  All sorts of people went and gone there. There were also rumored to hold the rare Khajiits caravan, who travel all over Tamriel to trade goods. As much as I want to discover the truth of this, I was still reminded of what happened at Helgen. My nerves has not quite settle yet.
    As I got out of the house, I looked up to the sky and yes, my nose did not dissapoint me. It told me that rain was coming and indeed, hours later on the journey, rain began. But that was not the only downside of the journey. But first, I shall tell about the Riverwood trader incident.
    I got out of Gerdur's house, apologizing for the stay and gratitude for taking me in for the night. She didn't smile but gave me that stern stare, almost the same as Ralof gave me, and repeated what she said to tell the Jarl. Riverwood is defenseless, and needed some guardsmen. I nodded solemnly, tried my best to look motivated. She closed the door behind me as I get out of the premise. I passed the Sleeping Giant Inn, the largest building in Riverwood. Inns usually are. The village drunkard was sleeping on the wooden floor. Not once do I like being drunk.
    I saw an elf right then going into the building on my other side. He saw me but said nothing. He was holding some red flowers as he entered the place. I did not think long for that one but someone cursed silently, or trying to be silent, right behind me. My adrenaline shot up as I took out my sword and nearly stabbed the Nord behind me. But he took my sword hand and said his name and that he lives here. He also said that I ought not to swing something if I don't know how to use it. But that was beside the point. The Nord, Sven, was looking at the building the Elf entered, with squinted eyes and a grimace.
    He told me that he and Faendal, the Elf, favored for Camilla Valerius' hand in marriage. He saw the Elf sneaking into the Riverwood Trader, the building, trying to woo Camilla. He also said something about a rat but I didn't catch it. Right then, Faendal got out with a big smile and glittering eyes. Sven grabbed me out of sight. He cursed into my ears. When Faendal turned the corner to work the mill, Sven stood me up and handed me a parchment. Written in neat words, the letter was a trap for Faendal. At first, I refused to do it but he urged me enough with the tongue that Nords seem to have and I was persuaded to agree. All I had to do was to lie to Camilla that the letter was from the Elf.
    I entered the Riverwood trader, expecting the usual welcome merchants usually use but this time there were shoutings behind the door. I stood there like a dumb fool while a man and a woman argued about something. When the man suddenly noticed me, he excused himself and the woman, and welcomed me in. The woman, Camilla I presume, went by with a high nose. I went up to the man, who introduced himself as Lucan Valerius, Camilla's brother, and he apologized for the incident. I asked what happened and I wished I didn't. He told me that he was robbed but the robbers were only after one thing. An ornament, solid gold, in the shape of a dragon's claw. By that name alone, my nerves hit the ceiling and decided I was not going to investigate further. I excused myself from Lucan's persuasion of trading and spoke to Camilla.
    I admit I have lied before in my life but this time, I decided not to. Perhaps by some divine intervention or perhaps maybe I didn't want to. I said to Camilla that the letter was actually from Sven and it was a trap for Faendal. She took the letter and read it. Her eyes got bigger with every line. I presume the content was harsh and decided not to ask. She calmly put the letter down and thanked for telling the truth and I should meet up with Faendal to let him know what happened. I told her I would but truthfully, I didn't want to meet up with anymore people. At the mention of the thing's name, my whole body was too tensed for casual conversations. I made my salutations and excused myself from the Riverwood Trader, with the usual "Come back again!", and I left the village altogether.
    As I pull my cloak up to cover my face from the incoming rain, I wished again for the Eight Divines to hold off more obstacles in my life before I got here, to Whiterun. Of course, the only answer I got were thunders up high. I sighed and made my way to the city.

"--to be continued"