Story is based on Bioware Throne of Bhaal and the Baldur's Gate series
liberties are taken with fan made mods for Shadows of Amn and BG1
Nemesis and some ideas are all that is mine. Rating is M for content.
Lost somewhere between unconsciousness and sleep a familiar dream unfolds.
Two children one a strikingly handsome boy of perhaps eight or nine, the other a little girl of about four or so, are playing happily the older protective and possessive of the younger. The boy appears human.. but there is something about the child that seems to be different not quite human. The little girl is elven, or, perhaps half elven, a beautiful child with flame red hair and riveting silver eyes that seem to swirl with hints of golden lightning set in a fine facial structure that promises an extraordinary beauty to come.
The little girl slips and falls then begins to cry over a skinned knee. The older child scoops the smaller in his arms and soothes the small injury and quiets her sobbing.. 'Shhhhh Nem, don't bring attention to us.' An odd phrase.
Deep within the dream, I realize the little girl is myself. The boy is the only source of comfort I've ever known. In my childish world he is all I can rely on.
The dreamscape switches to a large dormitory like place many small cots are lined up in it with sleeping children.. I smell an acrid smoke then the handsome boy child from the scene before scoops me up and runs out into the night. As I look over his
shoulder a wave of dizziness comes over me like a red tide it washes through energizing me somehow. The boy stumbles also taken by the same tide, he drops me on the ground while he tries to recover his equilibrium. 'Run Nem, into the trees' the boy orders. Used to obeying him I race into the trees and get scooped up by a strange silver haired man.. He holds me tightly and I scream for the boy.. I can't seem to grasp the name I am screaming.. The man speaks words and I helplessly drift into sleep.
Again the dream changes I am perhaps eight or nine, I recognize the library of Candlekeep, I am reading out of an old book about gods and prophecies. An older boy comes up to my alcove, immediately something seems familiar. He is tall and fit
but something about him seems wary and wounded. In this dreamscape are vignettes of the boy and I reading and walking in the grounds at ease all seems as it should be. A feeling of rightness and contentment pervades the scenes.
Again the scene changes.. I am perhaps fifteen or so, the child's body is giving way to the woman to come. A tall young man steals a kiss in the hay shed. He seems so familiar as our lips meet it seems nothing else could be more perfect or right.
Gorion looks angry with me as he breaks up the innocent tryst and sends me to the private area of the keep to do some mundane task. I am bereft of that feeling of security and rightness.. the budding desire makes a deeper sting.
Yet again the scene changes.
I am exiting Candlekeep with the white haired man I call father but I know he is Gorion the Sage. Something is terribly wrong as I am faced with a tall armored figure that draws me like a moth.. He threatens Gorion and wants him to hand
me over.. part of me wants to go to him. Gorion refuses and violence breaks out. Gorion bids me run, a habit of obedience causes me to flee, but I know Gorion has fallen.. My father is dead.
Back at Candlekeep Koveras gifts me with a ring, again that feeling as he touches my hand, of rightness, of familiarity.. You see an expression of tenderness quickly followed by shock, regret, and then a resolute determination..
Again a sense of pain and loss, unease and confusion..
A fancy party ..a sense of being in pursuit.. A familiar dark armored figure, My fathers murderer. A sense of anger and betrayal.
We fight he flees...Sarevok, somehow, I must unravel the mystery.
A sense of being in an evil place far below the surface. Brother, blood, Bhaal, Bhaal spawn. Alaundo's prophecies echo in my mind.
Lord of Murder, I am lost in confusion, anger, pain, betrayal..and somehow the last is paramount, I want retribution, I want to hurt Sarevok.. for more than the obvious reasons. As I remove the helmet from the dying man I know my greatest
enemy and the twin of my soul are one and the same.. I catch his last words in a kiss "My lovely, Nemesis. I will come back to you."
I want it to happen...for things to be different.
He turns to dust. I cry for many things as the red tide runs through me, I remember and recognize the feeling. Death runs in my veins, in my soul..
AS I wake. I feel pain.. I realize I am not in that temple now...
A sinister voice I associate with pain, unspeakable acts and degradation, announces,
'Ah the child of Bhaal has awoken, it is time for more experiments' Fear and anger war within.
Pain explodes all over my body.
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