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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The pit that was Hermaeus Mora hurt to look at. Just knowing it was real was terrifying enough. There were tentacles and eyes upon those tentacles. Some might call that fetishistic, but Elayne was not one of those people. Tentacles meant Dreugh, creatures from Oblivion, or Hermaeus Mora. None of those things were fun or attractive to her. But hearing the name of the the Other Dragonborn from Hermaeus Mora’s mouths gave her a chill. “I thought that you were limited to expressing the limits of just one shade of Oblivion.” She muttered. “If other shades of Nirn can be accessed at any time, that means that Daedric Princes are outside of what we believe time to be.”
“Discussions of my nature are not the reason for which I have come to bargain, mortal. Do not consider my time endless. I am unknowable to you, and any kind of belief that you understand such will be reminded to you.”
“What price did he pay for your favor? He has paid you, but I have not. And I worry that in making any bargain I too would come into debt with you!”
“In his shade of Nirn, my champion was lost. He offered me a replacement. A fitting replacement for Miraak.”
“But he’s the Dragonborn!”
“In some shades of Tamriel, the stars themselves bless souls. The Aedra then claim that they spin them into the lineage of Man and Mer to claim that they are the origin of that gift. Shashev Helseth simply understands this nature between et’Ada and Mundus.”
“Chim!” She realized. “He understands Chim!”
“Like many others before him.” Hermaeus Mora confirmed. “Now, what say you?”
“If he isn’t the Dragonborn, then how does he have the power to defeat Miraak, Alduin, or other Aedric forces?”
“That is not the bargain. Shashev Helseth desires to bargain for a combined assault upon the half-Aedra Alduin.”
Elayne wracked her mind for answers. He had paid a price, and given Mora a replacement. A replacement worthy to be his champion. Who could even fulfill that role? “You got me. I’m the same soul in the other world.”
“Will you accept a bargain? He has a plan to defeat your shared foe.”
“What would he demand in return?”
“Sanctuary within your shade of Nirn. For him and for those he brings with him.”
“And if I refuse?”
“You must decide. To work with Shashev Helseth or to deny him.”
There was little choice. How could there be? What could she even do against someone with years to prepare every little detail? This kind of move must have been premeditated or considered long before. No one just knew how to make an Oblivion gate. Or believe that it could be used! “What could I trade, to know how to stop him?”
“I am not interested in such a bargain, mortal. You can decipher such secrets on your own. Decide, Now!”
Time. Time was of the essence. In both worlds. Alduins army approached in hers and likely in his. Meaning that Alduin was acting in more than one shade of Nirn at once. She couldn’t fight something like that with just artifacts and spells. But Shashev had Chim! He had something that could rewrite the rules if he wanted, but he was coming to her for help. That meant that even with the fabled powers of Chim, he couldn’t win. He couldn’t beat Alduin with that. Not with all the power and control he had. So he had to come to her.
“Though I can understand his desire to not die, I cannot work with him. Nor give him any quarter. If he isn’t Dragonborn, but I exist in both worlds, then the only thing that must be true is that he is trying to avoid dying. He doesn’t know how to win. He’s just trying to avoid his fate.” She stared down the multitude of eyes. “I refuse his bargain. I will not accept.”
The Daedric Prince started laughing. It was an ugly sound, and she heard it more in her skin than her ears. The hair on her neck rose, as the vortex to Oblivion began closing. “Do not attempt to take what is mine. Unlike Shashev, you have little I am interested in bargaining for.” Elayne’s earrings rattled madly as the portal to Oblivion closed. “I wish you luck, Young Ysmir.”
Serana crawled out from her hiding place to stare at the place where Hermaeus Mora had just vacated. “Elayne, are you crazy?”
“For talking to the Daedric Prince or refusing the deal?”
“All of it!” Serana said, face red. “You just offended him!”
“Any secret I know is something I stole from Shashev’s world. Meaning that I have nothing to tempt the Prince of Forbidden knowledge. He didn’t lie when he said that I have nothing he is interested in taking. But denying Shashev means that he will try to do whatever he promised anyways. He’s not the kind to ask for help.”
“What if he had a plan that would work for killing Alduin?” Serana’s eyes continued to glance around the room. “What if you just threw away the only way to win?”
“Nords like to believe in absolutes. I don’t find that helpful in the slightest.” Elayne said, nose flaring as she captured her breath. “We Bretons? We can’t think in such absolutes. We can’t be like that. There is always a bargain. There are a hundred ways to make a profit. Just like the Daedra and their realms, we change with time and circumstance.
“But this is a prophecy! They deal in absolutes!”
“Fate is fickle. Prophecies are not always fulfilled.” Elayne countered. “But we can come up with a plan, just like he did.”
“How would that start?”
“I’ll need experts on Aedra, Daedra, and every known magic in between.” She put her fist into her palm. “I’ll need you, Serana.”
“Why.” She said, sourly. “You’ve got friends now that you can turn to. In more than one world.”
“None of those friends have survived being in physical contact with a daedric prince. Or know the feeling of being a champion of Molag Bal. With your father defeated, you now stand as one of the most powerful creatures in service to him.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be!” Serana roared, her eyes flashing. “Maybe I don’t want to be known as the same kind of thing my father was!” She stomped around, heels making scrapings on the floor as she turned. “Maybe I don’t want to become a daedric champion!”
The room was quiet, as they both looked at each other. “I don’t see you that way, Serana. I never have.”
Serana closed her eyes, forcing herself to breath. Even if she didn’t have to. “Then please don’t compare me to my family ever again.”
“We’ve both lost family for this.” Elayne reminded. “But all we know of Shashev shows that he doesn’t trust anyone else. If he has a plan? It’s a plan he came up with. Time that we find our own. One that involves more than one brain between the ears.”
It seemed that every runner for the Imperial army and Hadvar were ready to run messages for her. Horses, notes and faces blurred as the Western Watchtower became the meeting place for a wild party. Keeper Carcette and Isran came. Eola, Gwynabeth and the only surviving hagraven of Drascua’s coven came as requested. Priestess Aranea of Azura, along with a few mages led by Savos Aren. Kodlak Whitemane and Emperor Titus were here, with a few of their experts as well. Kodlak had been talking to some of the Hagravens when they found him, most curiously. Most surprising were a party of three, wearing battered and ruined armor. Delphine and Esbern were here, along with another woman that was with them. Her Blades had arrived, finally.
“Dragonborn.” Delphine said, looking exhausted. “We’ve been trying to find the answers you seek. Exhausted every single angle. Esbern and I broke into every vault that we could try in Cyrodil. Raided Bruma’s libraries and even that Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary you gave us a lead on.”
“Judging by your appearance, you didn’t have an easy time of it.”
“We met an old friend on the journey back.” Esbern coughed. “Lady Dragonborn, this is Gilessa. A priestess that guarded one of the vaults we entered. She agreed to come with us, and help.”
“Well met, Lady Dragonborn,” The middle aged Bosmer shared. “No one else seemed eager to face a dragon up close.”
“There are more Blades?”
“Runs in the family. My mother, Gildan, inducted me before she was taken by the Thalmor. I helped Esbern slip out of their clutches long ago, but not before he made a copy of every book in my mother’s vaults for his hobby!” She chuckled. “We thought his talk of the Dragonguard was deranged, but to be proven wrong is often one of the best surprises someone can have. Not so much this time. So I owed it to him at least to try to help.”
“Anyone who chose to come is someone a bard might sing about.” Elayne said, forcing a bit of cheer.
“Now, I have some theories and thoughts, Lady Dragonborn-”
“Not until the meeting. I am certain that everyone only wants one briefing. Plus, you’ll have the rare chance to meet with very smart and talented people who don’t want to drag you in front of the Thalmor. Also,” Elayne gave a grin. “The Thalmor have basically been wiped out in this province. So you should be able to show your faces in most places.”
Their relief at hearing that nearly disappeared when she had everyone sitting down outside the tower. “I’m calling someone that is an expert on the Dragons. I want all of you to promise not to hurt them. Especially you, Esbern.” She glanced at Keeper Carcette. “I’m also summoning someone who is stuck in Oblivion to converse with us too. Before we involve the other person.” Somehow she knew that was a bad idea. “I’ve asked anyone with knowledge about Aedra, Daedra, divines or how to kill something that cannot be killed to come here. Because we need a way to truly kill Alduin. Not just banish him to some part of Oblivion. From what legends I can find? I think he can walk between Aetherius and Mundus.”
“There are a few creatures like Alduin in history.” Esbern started saying. “We can take notes by how they were killed.”
“Before that, let me summon my expert on Dragonkind.” One dragonshout later, and Miraak was glaring at the assembled mages, Blades and people.
“I am not an atronach!” He grumbled. “Why have you summoned me?”
“Because we are talking about how to kill Alduin. I believe that you still know how to fight him better than most of us.”
Miraak glanced around at the associated men and mer. He didn’t sigh or act put upon, and instead gave her a look. With his mask it was impossible to tell his emotional reaction. “You were wise to call upon me.” He finally admitted. “Though my fight against him was for all of a few minutes, it was brutal. Any followers I had were snuffed out by his ability to rain fire from the sky. My temple was destroyed to its foundations, and I tried to fight him from the ground. It was foolish in the extreme. So long as he can move, he may use his powers and abilities. Arrows bounced off of his scales. Swords shattered upon his brow. Even his open eye could ignore any attempt I had to hurt him. Spells slightly injured him, but it would take more magicka than what is upon the Aldmeri continent to kill him.” Miraak illustrated with his hands to emphasize only about his temple and in regards to striking Alduin in the eye. “So, I was his high priest. The head of his religion. He was, and remains a God.”
“He’s a demi-god at best. He must be like Umaril the Unfeathered, who had to be killed upon Mundus as well as Aetherius.” Esbern postulated, eager to contribute.
“Shezarrite, perhaps?” Keeper Carcette pointed out.
“All of those documented are in the form of man or mer. In fact, most of the half-aedra and half-daedra come in the form of such.” Emperor Titus pointed out, pulling scrolls and notes from his scribes behind him. “Morihaus, for instance.”
“He was a son of Kyne, and was slain.” Carcette nodded. “Along with Pelinal Whitestrike.”
“But it was never confirmed if they actually were slain for good, or if their spirits simply still roam Aetherius. Umaril was like that, until he was slain by the Crusader at the end of the Third Era.” Esbern started speaking louder, over everyone. “We must fight Alduin in both the physical realm, and in the realm of the aetherial!”
“That is foolish.” Miraak insinuated. “For the realm of Aetherius he is responsible for happens to only be reserved for the spirits of the dead. He is the patron spirit of Akatosh responsible for helping the honored dead remain in the realm of Sovngarde.”
“We are unlikely to have the help of Tsun.” Elayne considered. “He defends Sovngarde.”
“Invading parts of Aetherius is impossible. The Aedra are not so kind about allowing folk to travel there.” Keeper Carcette brought up. “Only the foulest of mages have ever tried to overcome it.” She gave a glance at Savos, who was leaning his head towards Aranea, both in quiet discussion in harsh Dunmeris. Elayne didn’t know the language, but Miraak seemed to.
“Your Tribunal may have stolen power from Lorkhan, but they are not like Alduin.” Both Dunmer looked over at him, surprised. “You cannot separate the power of Akatosh from him. Alduin was never bestowed with power. He was born with it.” Miraak glared at everyone in the circle. “Hermaeus Mora cannot see a way for the artifacts and forces you have assembled to be able to stop Alduin. Not without causing a Dragon Break.”
Bretons were all taught about the Warp in the West. Every city and town had their own variation, featuring them of course. But the flow of time was disrupted, and some of the enchantments and sorceries from that time period were completely shattered by it. Others were left untouched. “No one wants to cause a Dragon Break!” Titus insisted, looking worried. He had the entire empire to worry about, after all. “If we had something like the Amulet of Kings, or a Septim artifact, maybe she could use it. Somehow resist the power of the realm of death in Aetherius long enough to get the job done.”
“Even if we could get to Sovngarde, she would have to defeat Tsun and then Alduin.” Baalgruf muttered. “The gods are being cruel to us at this moment.”
“Perhaps if I was a Nord Dragonborn, maybe.” Elayne considered. “Miraak, how was Alduin defeated the first time? Why wait for four eras to come back?”
“Hermaeus Mora does not know, and I have sought the answer for more than an era myself.” Miraak said haughtily. “It is not a secret known to him or I.”
Elayne sighed. “Alright. Miraak, you’ve fought him before. How did you get him to land?”
“I crushed the skull of his favorite.” Miraak muttered. “He did not bother to touch the ground until I had soiled the remains to the point that bringing them back would be near impossible. Frost magic does not slow the beat of his heart, or his wings. Fighting him is not like fighting a single dragon. It is more akin to fighting the world itself. The skies will scream, releasing flames. The ground will shake, and quake at his coming.”
There was a lot of silence at his remarks. “How did you survive?” Savos asked.
“I cannot leave Oblivion except by the power of another Dragonborn.” Miraak answered. “I cannot call it survival of any kind.”
“Yet you once were a mortal?”
“Once a Dragonborn accepts their place as part of the Dovah, they are connected to Akatosh. We stop aging. In order to do so, you must consume the souls of dragons. If Elayne were to do so, she may yet outlive all of you.” Miraak boasted happily. But Elayne felt like that statement was more directed to her. “Oblivion demands my return, Ysmir.” He said, fully directing his attention to her. “The next time you summon me for something idiotic, we shall have conflict.”
His connection to Mundus died, and Serana leaned over to whisper into her ear. “Wouldn’t that go against the laws of Conjuration? He is fully bound to you when you use that ability!”
“I think,” She whispered back to Serana, “He means that he’ll demand a sexual favor. He said that dragons consider sex to be a form of dominance play.”
The Vampire snickered, politely hiding her fangs behind a hand. “He’s funny. A bit old fashioned.”
“Well, I have one other person to invite. And this one all of you have to be nice to.” She warned. “That is if he accepts the summons.” The collection of people watched her as she stood up, keeping a hand on the back of her skirts as she turned to face the Throat of the World. “Paar! Thur! Nax!” She shouted up the mountain. The answering roar was one of interest. Though maybe she was the only one who would be able to tell. There were more than a few screams as the dragon carved through the skies, ancient and massive.
“Drem Yol Lok! Ysmir!” The Dragon shouted back. “I am Dovah among Joor!”
Spells were prepared in hands all around the circle. “Wait. He’s telling you to be patient and find calm. He knows he is a bit clumsy amongst mortals, but this is Paarthurnax. He’s the one who taught Atmorans to rebel against their dominion. He betrayed Alduin in the first place, but more importantly he is my friend.” Gradually, the spells were lowered or released. Baalgruf looked absolutely terrified. Emperor Titus had a frown on his face, seeing this. She had no idea why. So she started talking louder, trying to ignore the swinging of the gems on her chest. “Paarthurnax? Can you bring Arngeir down to talk? It’s about Alduin! We will make room for you at the circle!”
“Drem! Kogaan Akatosh!” The Dragon seemed to do a lazy front flip, before his old wings began beating quickly. Up the mountain he began to go, swinging around towards High Hrothgar.
“They are truly immortal beings.” Esbern murmured. “But we Blades did not know that Paarthurnax was still alive.”
“He teaches the Greybeards how to use their power without harming the world. He has been doing so for a very long time. Though I don’t think he talked to Talos, I would like to think that he did.”
Delphine was clenching her teeth, but Esbern put a hand on her elbow. The Nord took a deep breath and calmed herself. “Perhaps we can entertain the theory that some Dragons may exist that are not evil.”
“We don’t judge people by their actions in their youth when comparing their entire life. Perhaps we can give one immortal a chance.” Titus Mede chuckled. “They are massive creatures.”
“Alduin is larger by a significant margin.” Elayne warned. “So let’s make some room for him. Arngeir is less than perfectly social, and he is probably still recovering from the summit. During the shouting I found all of the Greybeards hiding outside. So, be nice to the man.”
It was almost a half hour of speculation before the dragon returned, cradling Arngeir within his claws. Almost perfectly the man was released, brushing snow off of his robes and looking about the gathering of people. “Ysmir.” He greeted. “Your need must be great.”
“Arngeir. Paarthurnax. We’ve made space for you.” She offered the massing fallen wall and some debris near the circle. Paarthurnax leaned languidly, his head hanging over Eola and Gwynabyth. Both women looked suitably scared. It was a bit hard to not be, seeing something larger than most homesteads so close. “We are discussing how to win against Alduin. But the only people that know how to do that are gods.”
“Geh.” Both dragon and Greybeard answered in echo. A string of Dragon language poured forth from Paarthurnax, which Arngeir helpfully began translating. “Alduin was the one that showed the wild dragons what their purpose was. He gave us purpose, where before we were only kings of an unending sky. We became lords of the earth as well, and forced the mortals to labor for our needs. He is first in all things. First to kill, to live, and to conquer. When we rebelled, we could not discover a way of killing him. We needed a Dovahkiin. But the only one we ever found was hunted down and killed by Alduin before we could ask his support.” Paarthurnax seemed to be in his element, saying far more than Arngeir was actually translating. Or perhaps Elayne’s understanding of the dragon language was inherently better than his.
“He was sealed with an Elder Scroll.” The Greybeard continued, folding his arms. “And when he escaped he defeated me, for I had grown old and weak. Hiding upon the mountain I was not as strong as I had been, and Alduin defeated me. But a way to kill him? The mind of a Dragon cannot conceive such a thing. We are immortal. So different from you, whose lives burn like a spark and then darken. We do not contemplate it.” The Dragon seemed to withdraw into himself. “For to know it is to invite our own spirit to wither and die, understanding of such a nature.”
“You might be closer to mer than man with that belief.” Savos tried to inject a little humor into the dourness of that statement. “But we do have Elder Scrolls. Is it possible to use them once more?”
“Something once conquered is never the same trial again.” The old dragon said. “A prison can only hold a spirit once.”
“That’s not exactly the way that Elder Scrolls are meant to be used. Or read.” Emperor Titus brought up. “From my understanding, elder scrolls are outside the boundaries of time. Or its Aedra. My men have tried to find a Moth Priest or someone to read them for you, but I can’t manage to get them to you.” The Emperor frowned. “My empire can only go so far.”
“You feel that the answer is inside the scrolls?” Elayne asked him.
“I would trust that if the gods had a way for you to do this, perhaps they do not wish Akatosh to know. And by extension, his son.” The Emperor pointed out. “I believe that you may need to read them yourself. The only ones trained to read them safely are in the White-Gold Tower.”
“I’ve not dared open them.”
“Alduin comes with the dawn.” Paarthurnax spoke, translated by Arngeir. “He has heard you. He is within Sovngarde, consuming the souls of mortals who have died. Next, he will come for you.”
“So we need a working plan. Now.”
“Casting him into Oblivion won’t work. Even if we could rebuild an Oblivion gate or Dark Anchor, we need a way of dragging Alduin into such. And he would take teams of horses.” Serana spoke up. “The nearest Daedric summoning day is still days off, and it’s for Sheogorath.”
“The Daedra will not act in our favor. Not without extreme sacrifice upon our part. High King Baalgruf already is being beset by that, and it happened with his grandfather.” Titus responded. “No, Miss Elayne, you need to open that scroll.” He only called her that when something had changed. Elayne assumed that she was disappointing him or looking for some other decision. “We would have appealed to the Aedra directly for help against Harkon. We are exhausted and without other options now.”
“Especially if the enemy is within Sovngarde.” Baalgruf muttered. “We can’t let the troops know this. It would cause panic.”
“Skuldafn.” Paarthurnax mentioned. “There is a portal to Sovngarde.”
No one in the circle had heard of the place. “Paarthurnax, where is it?”
The dragon pointed east. Past their foe’s armies. “High upon the mountains.”
Elayne sighed, not seeing a way around it. “Someone pray I don’t go blind. I’m going to need it.” Alone, she entered the watchtower. “Or maybe a Dragonborn is safe from the effects?” She latched the door, looking down upon herself. Besides the Forsworn armor she had on, every inch of her skin was on display. Her collar was steel, but every other piece upon her body was the moonstone and quicksilver of the elves. One of her gems was peeking out of her top, and with her pinky she folded it back in. Hopefully no one had been staring at that during the meeting. The one hanging from her navel was free to stare at any time.
She dragged one of the old chairs next to the table, placing some blankets on it so her ass wouldn’t get cold. Then, each of the three elder scrolls were dragged from bags and onto the table. The heavy scrolls seemed to make her body tingle, as she dragged each from their place. Captured Dreams also tumbled out of her bag, strangely enough. Her eyes glanced over it’s lettering for a moment, seeing some kind of warning. But considering it was a Daedra that made those pages, she dragged her head away and returned to the table.
“Which one of you wants to be read first.” She mumbled, looking through them. As if to taunt her, one of the scrolls rolled away from the other two. The table wasn’t flat, but she accepted it as divine providence. “Here we go.” Out of paranoia, she drank as many potions to fortify her health and body as she could. It felt slightly queasy, as she opened the scroll. But it unfolded, and she could see every birth sign rotating around a single point. The longer she stared at that point, the more she felt drawn into it. Almost the exact same way that she was drawn into Captured Dreams! But this felt different. Like she wasn’t going to be dragged into another part of existence.
This felt like warm wind, pressing upon her skin all at once. The burning in her gut from her curse was dispelled in an instant, as all of the curses and pain she had racked up was brushed aside. “Ohh that’s nice!” Stars in the night sky began glowing to her vision, even though it was midday. Some started forming symbols between one another, as the scroll burned something into her mind. A single word was pushed past her understanding. Ahmul. The Dragon language word for husband. But it wasn’t just the word. It was a sense of completion, of connectivity. And to her, it answered the question that seemed equally important on her mind. A second word was compared. Kroniid. Conqueror. The original word that Miraak was going to force her to use. To create meaning that would call him back to Tamriel with all the powers of Oblivion and conquer it. A flawed intention, as Miraak would only be conquering in the name of Hermaeus Mora. Maybe he didn’t even realize it, desiring to be freed so badly he could think little of the consequences.
Maybe he didn’t have the capacity to! He was imprisoned in Apocrypha. Oblivion had a way of warping someone’s mind. Especially Apocrypha. Everything she had read about it assumed that people got lost in there and never recovered. Or if they returned from Apocrypha they were never truly whole. But to declare Miraak to be her husband, it would bind him to her. Her as an Aedric spirit, forcing out the Padomaic and replacing his binding with something Anuic. As it was supposed to be. Miraak had been trying to escape for thousands of years, reflecting his Anuic nature. It was becoming clearer to her the longer she stared at this scroll. Mora, a Padomic and chaotic being could not control something that at its core was such an antithesis. Even if Miraak was once mortal, he was and ever shall be an Anuic soul. And the souls of the Dragonborn would all become part of the same connection that created Alduin. Alduin’s presence meant that they would be spun from the fabric of time. Akatosh created two shadows of his will. The shade that reflected his immortal purpose was Alduin. The shade that reflected his devotion to mortals was the same shade that expressed heroes throughout history. Meaning that Alduin could only be in worlds where a Dragonborn existed.
“We are both shades of the same creator.” She murmured, her body rattling. “Both may exist without the other, but Alduin may not go unchallenged.”
Her body was vibrating hard enough that her bones tingled. Or maybe her armor was coming off. Her gems were swinging wildly, the clear sign that her top had slid off while she was holding the scroll. But everything was making sense! Akatosh didn’t hate them! It was just part of his nature to do so! The nature of Alduin was one of natural causation! But that didn’t mean he had to destroy everything to do it! That was just Alduin trying to find purpose in his time between! Her eyes were seeing double now, but the meaning just kept growing deeper!
“How do we win! How in Oblivion do we win?!”
More images and meaning tumbled past her eyes, as it felt like her soul was being seared. Alduin was the son of Akatosh. The Anuic key for if the world’s renewal. He could create, but only when the other aspect of himself was active! Right now Alduin could only express his desire to destroy. Domination of all things was in his nature, only because the power to end all things was truly in his nature. He could kill Daedric Lords under the right circumstances, which meant that exiling him to Oblivion would just mean that he would kill and slaughter his way through that plane. He would use his nature and destroy it. Banishing him would only be a temporary reprieve. Shashev was building that Oblivion Gate, but that would just mean that he would be fighting nature against nature; that is if he sent Alduin to fight against the Daedric Prince of destruction to fight against that nature on equal footing. Padomic versus Anuic. Still that felt wrong.
Her nose was bleeding, as she lost feeling with everything below her neck. “Not victory. Not alone.” She could barely feel her body now. The only thing she knew was that her heart was still beating. But she had to know. She couldn’t stop now. Not when she was so close. “The eye of the dragon sees beyond the present.” She whispered, holding onto that thought as her eyes closed and she collapsed.
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