For Faendal, my elf brother.
In the world of Skyrim, you were my first companion and stood by me till your very end. If our circumstances were a little different, you would still be beside me seeking revenge on that wretched girl who pulled this fate upon us.
In this world, we were of the same kind; a Wood Elf, or the better word, Bosmer. I recruited you straight away after you taught me the way of the arrows and after I performed a dirty deed to your arch-nemesis; Sven, the bard of the town who sang sappy love songs. As they say, mutual hatred to someone brings people closer. And so, we set off on our journey to rid the world of sappy love songs.
We explored, we hunted and we quested. But slowly, I learned of my destiny to become the next Dragonborn. We arrived at Whiterun and slew the dragon Mirmulnir together and hence, I rose to become the Thane of Whiterun, but I couldn’t have done it without your help. People all over town revered and remembered us as The Double-ended Arrow. We were invincible together!
Until one night when the Greybeards called for me from a thousand miles away. It was this moment when I knew that I must continue my journey on becoming the Dragonborn. We both agreed this would be the best choice and so we journeyed to Ivastead. We were attacked by all sorts of monstrosities; wolves, a billion bandits, trolls and even bloody mudcrabs (which looked like rocks). We finally reached that wretched place, only to learn that we needed to walk the blasted ‘7000 step’ mountain to reach High Hrothgar, where the Greybeards reside.
On our way up this god forsaken mountain we encountered a Frost Troll (which killed us 3 times in a row) which far exceeded our abilities. I ordered you to stay behind as I sneak past this Kraken of a beast, but he caught me and tried to slay me as my futile arrows pierced his regenerating body. I thought I was doomed, until you came to the rescue and skewered his 3 eyes with your arrows. They regenerated back as the arrows faded away, and the Frost Troll thirsted for revenge and started hunting for you. He was far too strong. But you had a plan all along; you weren’t going to die, you were only going to distract him long enough so I could run past him and to the Greybeards. You urged me on as the Troll mauled at you. I look back at you one last time and promised that I’ll come back stronger and with the power granted to me from the Greybeards to seek revenge on that behemoth.
After another 7000 steps, I finally reached High Hrothgar. The Greybeards were “expecting me”. I rolled my eyes and allowed them to continue their mystical ways, but my mind was always on your survivability. Finally they taught me the words “Ro” and “Wuld” and tested me on my limits. They assigned me to a quest to retrieve a paper of some sort which I gave no second thought about as my priority was to rescue you and slay the troll. I rush back down to see the Troll still alive and stronger than before. I attempted to slay him, but he was far too strong against my bow and arrows (even my newly learned words were futile) so I fled past him. To my dismay, you were not at the place I told you to stay.
Where are you Faendal, my elf brother? WHERE?!
I thought you may have died by the hands of that wretched troll, so I scoured the lands for your corpse for what felt like months. Depressed, I turned to the internet and quickly learned that you’ll reappear at your home in Riverwood. Soon enough I received a small notification that you have waited too long for me and returned home. Annoyed, that I told you to stay at one place, I fast travelled back to Riverwood and saw you entering Riverwood from the other side of town. Little did we know that the bitch, Dorthe, sent three hired thugs onto us. We had no time for reunion as the thugs were bludgeoning us with their axes with unrelenting ferocity for stealing an apple. For a moment I swear, in the corner of my eyes, I saw that bitch, Dorthe, smirk. The thugs were too much for us, but I lost you in the heat of battle as I fled across a river. Fortunately, the thugs did not know how to swim. As they struggled against the current, I pierced each thug through the head. As I looted each thug, I found a contract ushering the thugs to “teach us a lesson” signed by that wretched whore, Dorthe. There was nothing I could do right now other than look for you.
I spent the next few days in Riverwood hoping you’d turn up like you did before. But, I came to realise that you may have died by the hands of those thugs. Everytime I see that bitch Dorthe, my blood boils as she smirks and acts tomboyish. Soon enough, a dragon appeared the in the skies. It caused a riot of terror in Riverwood. The dragon attacked civilians and even Dorthe’s mother. This must be your message to tell me of your death. I quickly slew the dragon before it devoured me. As I salvage the wreckage, I see Dorthe’s mother; Sigrid, her lifeless body contort with fear. Dorthe was not by her side, but she showed no sign of remorse over her mother’s death. Hatred of her is now permanently etched into my body as I vow that she will die by my hands.
I sought shelter under your house for a day before I plan to assassinate the girl. Upon reaching the town, I noticed that the bones of the dragon were not where they used to be. Searching for the bones of the dragon, I stumble upon them just outside of Riverwood. Upon closer inspection, I wept a tear or two as I saw your body lie underneath the dragon’s. I struggled to pull your body out from underneath the dragon while getting attacked by wolves in the process. I dragged you back home as civilians watched and wondered how you died. I gave the bitch a glare to which she returned with her smirk. I bottled this rage within me as I dragged you back home to give you a proper place to rest.
This may be the end of our journey. But I assure you that my next journey will begin with Dorthe’s death.
