I, Eternity
Disturbance Echo
LN's death-sleep was disturbed by more images. Unlike the visions of the past he and Malendil intentionally brought down on him, this seemed blurry, shifting, as though it were true one moment and false the next. He saw choices, deaths, people, and at the center were two familiar-but-not beings.
One was a large, hulking Khajiit, one of the larger breeds. Before LN's eyes his fur became black scales as heads, hands, feet, wings and spikes began bursting from his flesh, turning him into an unrecognizable monster. Somehow, LN felt no fear at this beast, only remorse, regret, sadness.
The other was an elf, or had been. He had the same aura as the beast, but it was controlled. Peaceful, calm, and also filled with the same sadness. LN's memories made him want to hate him, but he simply couldn't. The beast fell on the elf, and the elf put up no struggle, he simply allowed himself to be destroyed. Out of the melee, a light rose, and took the form of a lone wolf, who's sadness rivaled even LN's. The wolf let out a howl, and it's head came off. It's body flashed, and there lay the head of a man, it's eyes entreating LN to finish that which he had always had to do.
Suddenly, LN felt a tug at the edge of his consciousness. His mind wanted to return to his body. For a moment he struggled, wanting to glean some meaning out of these images. After a moment, the walls of his mind opened up and self-awareness flooded through like water into a submerged barrel. He let himself be dragged on the current of his thoughts until his body awoke.
It was almost sunset. LN looked around the room. The others hadn't yet begun to stir. He wondered how many of them dreamt, and what they saw if they did. He sighed and sat up, looking despondently at his armor. He felt so different, so separated, even from his own kind. In terms of age, he beat the second-oldest of this hodgepodge clan by some 2,500 years, but he only had a few hours of scattered memories of his 3,000 year history. For some reason, those few scattered hours were all important, somehow. There was something he needed to do, some voice in the back of his mind said. He reached into the bag and pulled out the small stone the scholar had given to him.
"You probably know, don't you?" He asked it, but the stone simply sat uselessly in his hand. As he waited to be able to take some sort of action, he closed his eyes and thoughts raced through his head.
"Why am I here? What are these visions? Where are my memories? Will they help? What am I even trying to help?"
He could still see the dream in his mind's eye. He strained his memory, trying to see why those two figures had been familiar. Neither had faces in the dream.
He stood and donned his armor. It was high time he left. Just as the sun went down, he snuck out of the hose, leaving only a small note:
"Malendil,
This isn't working. I will return, but first, I need to find out who I am."
He left no signature, a bitter reminder that he had no name to give.