Dear Journal,
This may be the last time I write in you. They are giving me this moment to write in you before...I can't belive i am saying this...I meet the headsman.
Here is what happened. Maybe my story will be heard by someone who cares.
I have lived in Seyda Neen in Morrorwind up until a few weeks ago. I borded a ship and headed twards The Imperial City. I was excited to learn magic. My tail would not stop lashing around. I nearly knocked someone over the edge of the boat as I saw land, I was so excited. The Trip was long, and thanks to my Argonian knack i was able to lend a hand with the ship when it was thought there was a leak.
I make it to the grand city. I go up to the Arcane University, I stand there wholy on my own (as my family did not approve one bit of my use of the arcane arts). They turn me a way. Can you belive it! Turning down someone who wishes to learn magic! They joked about the laughable College of Winterhold. They laughed as they informed me the College were not turning away anyone. So I look them in the eye and said."I will do just that." That is what i said to they laughed and turned away. So I turned my feet north twards the borders of Skyrim.
The rodes are so twisty they further you go past Bruma. I took what looked like a shortcut up the side of the mountain. I had my mind on nothing but the cold of this snowy place, and perhaps finding some moonsugar to warm myself with, when I hear fighing. Swords clattering, I went to check and see what trouble there was or if i could be of any assistance.
I find myself thrust to the ground quite uncerimoniously, hands behind my back. It takes me a moment to realize the hooman that captured me was speaking the Nord language. I bring up what rusty learnings i had and tried to explain myself. It did not work. I heard a strange word I had not encountered before, Storm Cloak, it was. I was thrust upon this cart. I had not gone long before i was a sleep. I woke up to some clowns before me arguing about stealing horses and someone shouting at someone.
Well diary. This is it. Perhaps they will let me explain that i wish to go to this College of Winterhold. Perhaps I will write in you again.