Dreamstride
"We need to realize that our path to transformation is through our mistakes. We're meant to make mistakes, recognize them, and move on to become unlimited."
--Yehuda Berg
?You are Zor-Sithis.?
?I am named thus, in this place you call Mundus.?
?You have another name??
?Yes.?
?Will you speak it here??
?No.?
?Why not??
?This is another Place. Another Time. Another World, wherein my name cannot be said.?
?Does your prot?g?e know it??
?Not yet.?
?Do you plan on telling him??
?When he returns to my Universal Point. However, I feel he is not done here. Is he??
?Not yet. We must train him.?
?Myself and...??
?Nocturnal. Sithis ? you. And another.?
?Who is this other??
?On the edge of us now. Do you hear him??
Footsteps echoed metallic across the ground in two worlds forever touching and forever vastly separate. Power of various kinds flowed around and through the beings gathered in a council none would ever see. The echo of those footsteps gained in sound and might, backed by a particular clang that spoke of metal.
Zor-Sithis listened, then frowned.
?Who is this??
?The other. The name given us is Prime.?
?Will he harm my prot?g?e??
?No. He has a vein as you do. He will bring no harm.?
?Will he speak directly to my prot?g?e??
?Unknown. Likely not. Distance must be maintained given that your prot?g?e is what he is.?
?Ah. His nature. Yes...That nature is evolving whilst remaining true to itself.?
?How will you address the source of his life??
?His limits have changed. I do not know what they are any longer.?
?He cannot safeguard his Life-Source.?
?No. He cannot. It is once again fully part of him.?
?What will you do??
?I am unsure.?
?Is he still worthy of your Power??
?I believe so.?
?Will you ask him to Seek again??
?I... I do not know if that will be asked of me.?
?You answer to another??
?Yes. The Meledan. It will not be unexpected if they call on me through the Veils and glass that imprison me.?
?We will expect them, then. For now, listen to the other.?
Dreams were funny things. Kept asleep, K'Rhenne dreamed of disjointed words, voices overlapping one another and assuring whispers that told him he was not alone. He never felt the multitude of hands passing him along to another multitude. He never felt those hands carry him across Skyrim's border, then back again. The hands carried him west, then north, then east and north again.
The hands carried him underground, to a place few knew existed. He was placed on a warm stone floor, surrounded by beings that watched him as he slept.
Six of one kind, six of another. He was the Thirteenth. He was no Dovahkiin by any stretch. He was no one of note in Tamriel and few would remember his name. Fewer still would end up knowing of the place K'Rhenne was bound to wake up in.
It was the way it was. He wasn't for a Dragonborn's glory. He was for another kind of glory, one hidden away, one rarely acknowledged. It seemed to fit him, this unspoken, silent role. The twelve living beings who surrounded their sleeping charge nodded in silent approval. Above them, unseen by mortal eyes, Aedra, Daedra and the Neither watched. And waited.
"We need to realize that our path to transformation is through our mistakes. We're meant to make mistakes, recognize them, and move on to become unlimited."
--Yehuda Berg
?You are Zor-Sithis.?
?I am named thus, in this place you call Mundus.?
?You have another name??
?Yes.?
?Will you speak it here??
?No.?
?Why not??
?This is another Place. Another Time. Another World, wherein my name cannot be said.?
?Does your prot?g?e know it??
?Not yet.?
?Do you plan on telling him??
?When he returns to my Universal Point. However, I feel he is not done here. Is he??
?Not yet. We must train him.?
?Myself and...??
?Nocturnal. Sithis ? you. And another.?
?Who is this other??
?On the edge of us now. Do you hear him??
Footsteps echoed metallic across the ground in two worlds forever touching and forever vastly separate. Power of various kinds flowed around and through the beings gathered in a council none would ever see. The echo of those footsteps gained in sound and might, backed by a particular clang that spoke of metal.
Zor-Sithis listened, then frowned.
?Who is this??
?The other. The name given us is Prime.?
?Will he harm my prot?g?e??
?No. He has a vein as you do. He will bring no harm.?
?Will he speak directly to my prot?g?e??
?Unknown. Likely not. Distance must be maintained given that your prot?g?e is what he is.?
?Ah. His nature. Yes...That nature is evolving whilst remaining true to itself.?
?How will you address the source of his life??
?His limits have changed. I do not know what they are any longer.?
?He cannot safeguard his Life-Source.?
?No. He cannot. It is once again fully part of him.?
?What will you do??
?I am unsure.?
?Is he still worthy of your Power??
?I believe so.?
?Will you ask him to Seek again??
?I... I do not know if that will be asked of me.?
?You answer to another??
?Yes. The Meledan. It will not be unexpected if they call on me through the Veils and glass that imprison me.?
?We will expect them, then. For now, listen to the other.?
Dreams were funny things. Kept asleep, K'Rhenne dreamed of disjointed words, voices overlapping one another and assuring whispers that told him he was not alone. He never felt the multitude of hands passing him along to another multitude. He never felt those hands carry him across Skyrim's border, then back again. The hands carried him west, then north, then east and north again.
The hands carried him underground, to a place few knew existed. He was placed on a warm stone floor, surrounded by beings that watched him as he slept.
Six of one kind, six of another. He was the Thirteenth. He was no Dovahkiin by any stretch. He was no one of note in Tamriel and few would remember his name. Fewer still would end up knowing of the place K'Rhenne was bound to wake up in.
It was the way it was. He wasn't for a Dragonborn's glory. He was for another kind of glory, one hidden away, one rarely acknowledged. It seemed to fit him, this unspoken, silent role. The twelve living beings who surrounded their sleeping charge nodded in silent approval. Above them, unseen by mortal eyes, Aedra, Daedra and the Neither watched. And waited.