A Horn for Hope

Riverwood's still far from here, but it does not matter. I am traveling as fast I could, as I did when I ran away from home and those corrupt guards. Kiya's waiting for me. I wondered what changed her mind. Was it because the College told her of my visit there and my pleading to the Arch-Mage? Or did her thieving friends tell her I stayed on their front door until she showed up? 

In any case, what is important is that she's changed her mind. I will see to it that Ulfric will not get to her. Her child needs her. I need her. 

All this would not have happened if it were not for the threat of the dragons. Descending from the College of Winterhold, I resolved to retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller for the Greybeards. It was a long journey to get to the tombs, but I needed to finish this, having no leads on Kiya's whereabouts. Kiya might not be aware of the impending doom of Skyrim, thus I need to do this on my own for now.

Immediately Necromancers and their skeletal friends greeted me. I greeted them back with my weapons, tearing them apart limb from limb. It was not a surprise the tomb was riddled with Necromancers and the undead. I have never tried necromancy myself even if I have sufficient knowledge of Conjuration--if I did, I would have Kiya cut my head off.

Guess the burning thing.

Draugr of the strongest kinds filled the tombs, too, keeping the horn well-protected. However, with my newly-casted Storm Thralls, I had no problem dispatching them. I charge, get around them to force them to turn around, and they fight me with their backs turned to the Thralls, which they take advantage. I used to do this technique with Kiya, but these elementals will do for now. If all works out when I get to Riverwood, we'll be able to abuse that strategy once again.

Bone hitting bone.

A note was all that remained at the end of Ustengrav, where the Horn should be. I failed, I thought, and proceeded to read the letter with a heavy heart. What happens to the dragons now? Will the Greybeards still help me if I return to the Throat of the World empty-handed? All those thoughts were washed away by what I read. Kiya. She got here first! I thought. It was exciting to read that she wanted to speak to me. Maybe she did know of the threat of the dragons, decided it was too important, and risked getting caught by going here. I could not discern the scent, as it smells of someone I am not familiar with. She probably wrote 'friend' so it would not be suspicious if anyone else finds it, for the Stormcloak soldiers know I am the Dragonborn. 

What are we going to do at the inn?

What luck the gods gave me that day! I delved through the tombs thinking I have lost Kiya forever, and at the end of it all, a letter from her urging me to speak to her! I rushed outside, and started the journey to Riverwood. I cannot wait for the day we meet. Soon enough, all will be forgiven.