Drachenlied
An Elder Scrolls V Fanfiction by Eisen
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Prologue – The Silence Stirs
Far beyond the boundaries of all planes of existence, the infinite darkness bound itself to form. Here where there was not even a hint of magika or matter, a meeting of two eternal beings commenced.
Their temporarily finite eyes looked down at the realms below, but even this was unnecessary. Had they wanted to, they could have looked anywhere – upwards, sideways or beyond each other, and still seen what was arrayed below their feet. With eyes which could have been the size of stars, or the size of dust motes, relativity had no meaning here.
Chaotic colours clashed and merged where each realm met with its neighbouring one, as they tried vainly to maintain the fragile nature that was their existence. Oblivion – the name was hardly suited to these realms, for they were anything but that. They were teeming with energy and life. Fixed in the centre of all these realms was a blank void that seemed unshaken by the unrestrained fluctuating power beyond its borders, and in the centre of that void. suspended, was a sphere. A terrestrial orb that was blissfully ignorant of the colossal forces around it.
Bodies that could have spanned galaxies stood within deferential proximity of one another.
"Child, you wished to speak," the first being said. It was formed in the shape of a powerful man, but had no features – instead its entire body was the blackest of night that seemed to be defined more by how much light it absorbed, as opposed to what it reflected. Tendrils of nothingness and void wreathed off it like smoke – black holes spawned in its wake.
"Yes Father, once more a period has come to my attention that is in need of the Champion."
The second form was a woman, beautiful beyond words, but her face was devoid of all emotion and her blue eyes watched the scene before them with an ageless vigilance.
"Yet another?" the man asked, his voice echoing in the void, "What of the others?"
"They have worked themselves into places which would make it…problematic to reintroduce them into the Arena."
"Perhaps you should direct them to better prepare for the long term. Too many of my powers will upset the Balance and the Order will end up being shattered forever – all in the name of trying to restore it."
The woman looked to where the dark figure's face would have been. "I cannot involve myself that deeply without revealing your role, or our intent – better it be this way and the universe remain ignorant."
"Very well. You shall have your Champion, but ensure that it is not compromised as the others were. If I am to make ripples, I want them to be too large for any to realise where their origin is."
"Your will is mine, Father," the woman bowed as the substance she was using to maintain her form poured back to the void.
The remaining figure continued to observe the chaos of the universe for a time – which to the world could have been a mere moment, or an eternity. Time had no meaning to him. He whispered something, words lost in the turmoil below. Then his form dissolved back into the darkness with no indication of the meeting ever having taken place.
