This time around, I didn't sleep at all. I was thinking of a way to do this without traumatizing those children. I did want her dead, I just didn't want to hurt any of them. I decided that I was going to pretend to come visit them all, make dinner for them, then poison Grelod’s food. That way she would die in her sleep and not in front of the children.
The whole ride to Riften I was just anticipating the final events. I wanted to save these children from that witch. All she does is hurt people, where did that nickname come from? “ Grelod the kind.”? Was it suppose to be Ironic, that's the only way it would be fitt
The wagon starts to come into view as I walk back from Whiterun. As I drew nearer I got more and more anxious for my future. I can either ask for a ride to falkreath with him , Or I can travel to...well, I don't know. I’ll go to where the wind takes me. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into. Should I have just let Cicero suffer and walked away. No, that wouldn't solve anyone's problem. Maybe he was brought to me, like a sign that it's time for my life to begin.
There he was. The man that held my future in his hands. If he says he cannot give me a ride, I will surely be lost and alone. He was standing there with his hand on his chi
Waking up has gotten to be so mundane. Living in a house with your uncle and aunt isolated from the world isn't something you grow fond of. Every day...the same. I wish something exciting would happen.
It takes me a minute to get out of bed, not because I feel drowsy. I feel like i'm already bored. I lay there, thinking of all the work that needs to be done. Since moving in with Uncle loreius things have seemed to move incredibly slow. Not to mention I didn't really know him that well.
When I found out I still had a living family member it shocked me to my core. I had been working at the orphanage I grew up in. I hated it even mor