It was a couple of hours later after she had made her way up and over the snowy pass, she came down upon a place that stopped her in her tracks. She felt pulled towards it. Like there was something important that happened here before.
She came upon the first sign that confirmed she was on the right way to Ivarstead.
She thought, “The road should begin to descend now. She knew she was getting closer to finding out more about who she was, why she couldn’t remember so many things, and who was this person that preceded me that set so many things in motion and how was I connected to her?”
As she continued another couple of hours to the aspen woodlands that surrounded the town of Ivarstead, she wondered, “What will I find there, a town of people, maybe some answers to what they knew.” She pondered that question briefly than thought, “No, more likely another destroyed town, but maybe not, Ivarstead was not of any strategic importance that she was aware of.”
She saw what looked like it may be the town ahead. A great roar broke the silence of the wooded land surrounding the road. Her shield and sword were in hand, and she felt something within her come to life. A flood of energy she had never felt before. A great bear, then a pack of wolves descended on her as she went into a blur of motion. Suddenly, it was quiet again. All she could hear was her breathing from the effort and the bear and wolves laid dead around her.
She thought to herself while standing there, trying to recollect what had just happened. “She should be dead after that or at the very least, mortally wounded. I moved so fast. It was as if they were standing still around me. “
She slid her sword back in its sheath. She continued until she came to a bridge that crossed the river here, she could see the town just ahead, another broken-down burned-out rubble.
She felt her mood drop in disappointment and mused, “Maybe I’ll find some evidence of what happened here. I will likely have to setup camp here for the evening before taking the long trip up the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar.”
She pauses a bit more letting her sight, sound, and smell sense her surroundings. She thought, “What would have been the justification for destroying so much of this part of Tamriel? Why was it so important to ensure the death of a whole nation? To what purposes was it done?”
She then noticed the light was slipping away as the sun fell behind the peaks of the high mountains that Ivarstead was built in. She had better make her way into town and set up camp for the trip tomorrow.
She made her way through the town slowly, looking around as she went. When she reached the mill and the last home and farm before the wilderness began, she became emotionally overwhelmed by the loss, emptiness that permeated everything around her and fell to her knees.
She felt her eyes fill up with the tears of all those lost in this town, then cried out, “Why, why is this happening? What you’re asking is too much, too much for anyone, what can one person do when so many before me have failed?
She stayed there and felt the weight of what she had experienced over the last couple of days pushing down on her spirit. She thought, I need to get up and find a good area to camp for the night. She made camp behind what used to be the inn in town. There was running water. An old forge that had gone bone cold and several good places to defend herself if that became something.
Her night was peaceful though, and the stars and moon slipped back asleep as the first morning light began to rise. She didn’t take long to supply herself, check her armor and weapons and begin the journey.