So after a mere week from the attack on Helgen by a ferocious dragon and my close call with the execution block, I have experienced yet more death in my travels. Recently, I arrived in Whiterun soon enough to spread the word of the attack on Helgen and to experience yet another attack by the deadly dragons; This one, however, was not so lucky as to escape my blade, for the dark elf and I, as well as the Whiterun guard, were fairly prepared. We took the dragon down with ease, and feeling quite in my debt (not that I deserved it), the Jarl of Whiterun appointed me Thane of the city, assigned Lydia to be my Housecarl. My mind rushing with mixed emotions and confused thoughts, I had a hard time taking this all in! I had also just found out I was this thing called a "dragonborn" and that I have the ability to use the Thu'um and... well, its fairly hard to explain. Anyways, I decided it would be a good idea to have a companion, for my travels are seeming to become quite hard to make it alone-- many enemies proving difficult to master.

After my encounter with the dragon at Helgen and then at the Whiterun Watchtower, I decided it may be best to join the Imperials, to make my way to Solitude. As I mentioned before, I elected to invite Lydia along, and she eagerly agreed. Shorty after beginning our journey, we stumbled upon an ancient Nord ruin-- Lydia could vaguely remember the place being called "Dead Man's Cairn." The beginning of our exploration of the ruins started out quite smoothly-- a few cuts and bruises from the draugr (which I have encountered before) but nothing too serious. Someone seemed to be advancing through along with us, but they were always a bit out of sight and never really showed themselves after exclamation from us. Finally, we entered what looked like a massive burial chamber... and that's when it happened. Out of no where, around 12 draugr spring to life-- we never stood a chance. The person I saw earlier stood steadfast in the middle of the room ready to attack them. At least we had someone, or something (for he had a bluish glow surrounding him), on our side. Lydia charged in, while I readied myself to conjure a Flame Atronach, for we needed all the help we could get, before charging in as well-- Warhammer raised. Sadly, we were quickly overtaken by the shear number of them; They seemed to get more powerful as the fight went on! Just as a draugr scourge was to administer what was likely the finishing blow on me after staggering me with his previous Lydia took a larger beating than many Nord warriors could boast, but eventually fell to the cursed blow. The bluish man seemed to hold his own in battle, and as I set aside my initial shock of losing a cherished companion, we together finished them off.

The rest of what happened is a blur, for my sadness hit harder than any draugr could, though I faintly remember crushing the head of my steel hammer against the head of a draugr who was quite a bit more powerful than the previous ones we had faced. I didn't fear him, I remember, because along with the sadness, came rage. After the fight, of which seemed like a bloody battle lasting days, I took what I could from the burial chamber, uninterestedly watched the bluish man fade from existence, and left.

I wish she could've stayed, for we only spent a mere three days together, but I guess I must thank her, for without her superior combat skills I would have been dead as well.
I am mourning my loss, and I wish that you all hope that she has a safe travel to Sovngarde. There shall never been a more glorious and trusting companion in all my travels-- for even though it was only three days, I had come to love the woman as a dear friend.

My condolences,
Aurora Shieldbreaker