So this one is a long boy, felt that this was the best way to make this chapter work out, in other news my life is shit, I am in the process of moving to my Mom for a temporary stay until I can get a place I can actually afford... its bad yeah... anyway!
Enjoy,
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"She was but a young girl, no older than ten when she found my ring, and we struck the deal. Born to a poor family of farmers near Kvatch, barely making a living. She grew up with me, from the age of four she bore my ring and its power filled her like none before, she was smart, and skilled with a blade, our deal amplified that, she became faster, stronger, smarter."
Jon saw as the girl grew up, spending every waking moment training with her wooden sword as a spectral form of Alessia tutored her, the resemblance to her teaching him uncanny and the girl was good. Really good. He could see the base of his own style within hers, yet she had evolved it to fit herself perfectly. When a group of highway men threatened her home she killed seven of them with a wooden sword, before running the last one through with her own spear. When the woman was his age she was as good as he was, maybe even better, fast and skilled with a burning desire to become the greatest swordswoman on Tamriel.
"When she had faced the challenges of her early life she turned to the greatest honour within the empire."
She travelled the lands towards a great mountain range, the dividing range between Skyrim and Cyrodil, the lands of the province of Bruma, cold and high into its mountains she travelled. Until she came upon a great fortress that stood tall and intimidating in its height and reputation, Cloud-Ruler temple.
"The Blades, an ancient organization originating from Akavir, tasked with the protection of the emperor and the doing of his bidding as Dovakhin. Alexis stood at the gates for three days and nights before she was let in, tested, and sent back tired and broken."
The woman one whom he could tell was his equal, was defeated swiftly and with little issue, her blows deflected and blocks broken. Yet the woman remained, taking the challenge time after time, failing yet standing tall, until after what seemed like weeks she was let into the walls once more, and remained.
"When she was finally admitted she trained day after day to join their ranks fully, taking years to form her own style unique even among the blades. She grew both in rank and age as she continued with her sole focus of becoming the greatest swordswoman on Tamriel. It was not before the age of thirty five before she finally became an official Knight-Captain of the order of the Blades."
The woman's life was fairly simple in truth, lacking near all the excitement of the lives in the previous memories, she simply trained and trained and trained some more. She rose in the ranks of the blades, serving in missions across the empire before it happened. The emperor, the symbol of power within the empire, died, assassinated by the brotherhood, portals tore open across the lands as thousands of demons ravaged the lands, it was a strange few months of uncertainty, battle and death before the bastard son of the emperor led the blades to the capitol.
"Her time came to an end during a great battle against the forces of a deadric prince, his endless hordes of monsters running over her knights."
Endless hordes of monstrous creatures that varied as much as could be, deadly and destructive, tearing through the population of a beautiful city, blood flooding its streets as small groups of soldiers held as best they could against the tide of teeth and claws. Hundreds fell before her blade, cleaving through monster after monster, the ring on her finger glowing silver as a shade of the colour traced her movements, making each blow faster and more forceful.
Over the course of hours the woman fought against the monsters, he wondered as to the power of the Prince of Darkness that controlled these creatures, how many of them were there. Then the woman heard a roar and a massive monster emerged, titanic in size and the feeling of dread it brought with it. How could a being have such power, how could it have such uncontested strength, what was a man next to such a thing.
Yet in the darkness the woman glowed silver as bright as the moon he saw a shade of Alessia within her, their eyes glowing, her hair turning as white as fresh snow as her ears lengthened and her skin gained an ethereal glow.
"And our time began, she moulded me as much as I moulded her, our spirits were compatible as ours are, only when she and I became one it was not as controlled, I was inexperienced and let her tap into too much of my power too quickly. She was changed not just in body, something that was unavoidable with our merging, but in mind as well as my mind dominated hers, suddenly I had a body again."
The woman tore through the monsters now, her movements were swift deadly, and magic leapt from her fingers, something that she was not able to do before. Her blades cut and spells seared as she tore through the monsters with controlled rage and silver swings. More and more monsters came for her, as she now stood alone, tearing through them as if they were but nothing. Her wounds grew, her injuries large yet she still remained standing, until a light shone in the clouded red skies, as a god descended on the world, the clouds broke as the sun shone through them and he felt its true meaning.
The woman finally laid down as the god tore the demon asunder, atop a pile of corpses, injuries across her entire body as her silver glow faded her body slowly crumbled away, a fine dust and a glowing ring all that remained.
"And I hated it!"
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'I forgot how terrible having a physical body was.' Alessia grimaced besides him, her shade shaking in disgust. 'So many uncontrollable bodily functions! Absolutely disgusting! How do you deal with needing to piss!? It's so annoying!'
'Ha, I assume you prefer your spectral form then.'
'It might be a bit limiting, but at least I don't have to deal with bodily functions, and I can fly around which is highly amusing.'
'Im sure.' He said, sending feelings of amusement to her, 'Now should we open the temple, we know how now.'
'It looks a bit worse for wear than what I remember, deliberately so, not even 8 thousand years of decay could do that to the entrance puzzle. Someone broke it on purpose, it might be that the forsworn did but I suspect not, it's never that easy.'
'Agreed.'
"Impressive right?" the Chief said, "I have no clue how to work it but I think we can lower a bridge towards it with the right combination."
"It is quite a sight indeed, maybe I can give it a try." Jon moved towards the puzzle, the Blades kept several different sequences for their temple locks, this appeared to be a less then averagely complex one, but with the damage done to it only someone familiar with it would recognize which symbol was which. After a few attempts Jon found the right combination, causing the mechanism to creak and groan as a massive stone bridge was lowered, a wave of dust washing over them.
The group was silent as they entered the temple, skyhaven temple he realised now, the hallways carved into the stone long and winding with a repressive darkness. Ash coated walls soaking in the light as they passed broken traps and heavy doors thrown off their hinges, a few charred skeletons collapsed against the sides, curved blades shattered. Finally they came upon a massive door, one that he and Alessia recognized, a blood locked door, the most secure way of locking a door known to the blades, except it was open, its outside broken by blade and flame.
'Something attacked this temple and ruined it, completely and utterly, the question is why?'
'I have no idea, a few things come to mind, Demons for one, High-elves are another, but I can't be sure.'
Entering the temple itself they came upon a dark room, all light except that of the torches lacking, all that could be made out was the shape of a table and a large decorated wall. Jon extended his hand, sending a dozen mage lights around the room with only the barest bit of effort, revealing a scene of destruction. A dozen skeletons sat against a wall, one that might once have held a glorious carving but was now no more than a burned mess, marks of sharp blades all across its surface.
The table opposite the wall was made of blackened stone, upon it laid charred pieces of paper, which might once have been a map. Jon traced an armoured finger over the table, leaving a clean trail, at the centre lay a single blade, covered in soot and ash yet untouched by the fire itself. It was an Akaviri sword design, only far older then even the ones used by the blades during the memories, tough it was broken, shattered at its halfway point, leaving it just a bit longer than a dagger, with a long handle. He grasped its metallic hilt and felt the limited surge of magic that came with an enchanted weapon, he had no idea what its enchantment was but could tell that it was powerful, yet targeted.
'Well I'll be damned, that's Dragonbane…'
'Dragonbane? Wasn't that one of the treasures the Blades were most protective off?'
'It was, the blade of Reman Cyrodiil and Tiber Septim, the blade that slew a dozen dragons, how did it come to break like this...'
"The blade of Talos himself..." he could not restrain the whisper of awe that left him at her revelation, running his finger along the still sharp edge of the relic blade, the sword had snapped off into a sharp point, meaning that while it was broken it could still serve as a dagger. He noticed that Thrain had heard his words, the former Houscarl gazing at the object in Jons hands with reverence, saying prayers under his breath as Jon sheathed the weapon into the sheath of the dagger he lost so long ago.
'Something good out of this at least, the sword of Talos... strapped to my belt...'
'Part of it at least.'
The group searched through the rest of the ruined temple, finding nothing of value other than a few pieces of gold, until they finally came to a massive balcony, it might once have looked over the entire surroundings of the island, but now most of its pillars had collapsed. Leaving only the sight of the body covered crossing below him the river flowing pure red downstream, corpses of forsworn, Nords and orcs pilled near the place where they held the shield wall, many crushed forsworn lay in the water where boulders and arrows had struck them down.
Further along was the cobbled together gatehouse, hammered into nonexistence by boulders yet once bravely defended by the forsworn, beyond it was a scene from oblivion itself, houses and people alike burning with he roaring fires of war. The indominable sun rose slowly over the slaughter of the night and Jon breathed deeply in its glow and power, feeling his eyes burn with power as he took in all his understanding of it.
The sun stood vigil in the day, giving its power to the world, doing its duty and nothing more, never interfering with the events of the world, no matter how terrible they are, the Sun is not a god, despite its power, it is a solemn watcher. Fire was the conversion of energy with the purpose of creating more, it held no loyalty and little will beyond its desire to burn. He felt it click then, as if a switch had been hit within him, fire filled his very being his soul alight as his Magicka turned from a deep pool into a burning pit of lava within him.
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Ari's eyes snapped to Jon, the man standing to her side as she saw a glow coming from him, Jon was in the process of removing his helmet at that point, his eyes glowing as if they were embers in a dying fire. The man stepped to the edge of the balcony, hands extending to his side as his blood soaked bear fur fell from his shoulders, she felt heat coming from him as a bonfire in the night.
Her eyes turned to the burning town bellow, hundreds of houses burning, smoke blowing over the crags like a blanket, spreading ash far and wide through the province. Jon spread his arms further, until he stood as a cross, sunlight dancing over his bloodied and gold armor.
"This slaughter is over, let the fires burn no longer."
With those words she felt the heat around her increasing to that of a warm summers day, and Jon seemed to glow with magic. The man's hair was blown away by the wind, the long locks flowing as the fire below flashed brightly for a moment in incredible heat the flames shooting into the sky before disappearing completely, leaving the hellscape below them dormant.
"But this is but the first battle of many, make sure the men are rested, we march north on the next dawn."
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They knew the battle had happened long before the messenger bearing the word of victory had arrived, Hrolfdir knew Jon was ruthless when it came to war, but the waves of ashen snow falling from the sky almost seemed extreme. Large flocks of black soot that covered the city of his ancestors in a thin layer, its people tracking through it turning it into a sludge. The clouds hung low in the air as he waited for his sister to arrive, the woman had always been slow with answering his summons, lately with her increasing power around the Hold she had been testing his limits.
He massaged his temples as he thought of the recent events, Arling's death was unfortunate, but not unexpected, in truth he was almost counting on the man dying as so many others who attempted to court his sister did. The woman was a killer if there ever was one, yet she was still his sister. He had no doubt that she was at least partially responsible for her intendeds death, even if Jon's message made it seem an act of idiocy from Arling himself, Hrolfdir was sure that his sister had something to do with it.
"You requested to see me brother?" the woman in question stated as she pushed through the doors to the balcony he so often frequented, her hair pulled into an intricate mourning braid as her long silver gown trailed over the salted stone, he sent her a small smile as he gestured to the railing besides them, the two of them leaning on the railing as he looked over the ashen snow covered city.
"Yes, dear sister, Skyhaven has fallen, the Forsworn King has been brought low." He said, "The Island has been razed to the ground and its inhabitants slaughtered."
"So the war is over then?" he noted the slight tone of happiness in her voice, the small upturn in her painted lips, and the way her posture shifted to become more relaxed made her feelings clear to him. "The army is returning."
"Not quite, it seems they are to march north to clear the Forsworn along the North road." He was almost amused at the way she showed subtle disappointment, he frown of annoyance clear. "You know what I wish to offer him right?"
"You want to make him a Thane?" she said, her mind likely going through the thousands of bloody plots she was working up. "I agree with the prospect, he has become a figure of legend around the Hold, having him have ties here will be important."
The way his sister accentuated the word made her intentions clear to him, he had considered the idea of her marrying Jon for a while now, only putting the ideas aside thanks to Redbeards demands. It wasn't a bad idea in principle, Jon was becoming someone every on in the Hold considered a figure of legend, mage that reaped the fury of the fallen onto the Forsworn. Having him as a brother by law would be good, but the risk of his sister using Jon's reputation against him, removing him as Jarl and placing herself as ruler with Jon as her champion.
"The idea has crossed my mind sister, but proposing it myself will be an insult to the Redbeards, if you wish such a union Jon will have to ask you himself."
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Thrain surveyed the sight before him with a bit of trepidation, the siege of the broken towers had lasted a total of three days, two of which were spent preparing for Jon's planned assault. The man had attacked the towers with a vigour that almost scared him, Jon simply broke the gates open with a giant fireball, the metal of it turning to slag as the wood burnt to ash. After the forsworn had been destroyed, their bodies burned in their tradition, Jon had simply set himself up on the roof of the tower, not moving as he gazed at the full moon above.
"Come forward Thrain, do not worry." Fuck Jon noticed him.
"I did not want to intrude."
"You have not, nor will you ever my friend." Jon turned to him with a pleasant smile, the large bird on his shoulder cawing in annoyance with the movement, Squid he believed its name was, a strange one at the very least. "I am merrily reflecting on the state of things here, now that I am connected to the Sun, I want to try to connect to its counterpart."
"And the best way to start with that is with observing it?" Thrain guessed, "Like how you always want to watch the sun rise and set."
"Exactly, the Moon is a different thing from the sun, yet it is also its reflection, its mirror if you will, and as a mirror it is fond of illusions." All the magic mumbo jumbo went over his head most of the time, but Jon was quite concise with it this once, the moon was a beautiful thing, and beautiful things were often deceptive. "But enough of that, I suppose you want to know the next step?"
"Yes, the men are getting a bit scared we are not even close to the end of the war."
"We are close now Thrain, all but two of the tribes who united against us have been exterminated, only the northern tribes remain." Jon said, the man's voice soothing. "Tell them we will have returned to Markarth in just over a week, tell them that we shall be welcomed as heroes."
"I suppose that is the best we can hope for."
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The tent was silent as Jon lounged on his cot, it was a windless night and he had just retreated into his tent after a few hours spent gazing at the moon and its majesty. Yet he could not find sleep, his mind still reeling with the thoughts about the return to the city, a day ago the war had come to an end with a small skirmish around liars peak, the last of the hostile Forsworn tribesmen and woman choosing to face them in the crags instead of a siege.
It would be a lie to say that it had been a tough fight, in truth saying it was a fight might have proved a lie, just over one and a half thousand Forsworn had faced the Nord and Orc army standing at over twice their number. He himself had burned over two dozen in a single wall of fire, the incredible power boost connecting to the Sun had granted him allowing incredible control over his fire magic.
The reason for his current thoughts was simple however, soon he was going to see her again, the woman who had clouded his thoughts for so long, the woman who he was sure was far from pure of heart, yet the one who had accepted him in ways he thoughts impossible. Yet again he found himself wondering how much of their interactions were true and how many were faked for her benefit, how much had he been manipulated, how many of his own feelings were true and how many a manipulation.
"I had hoped you would not be asleep." A voice called out from the single dark corner of his tent, he was upright immediately, Dragonbane in hand as Mira leapt to the ready from her place on his legs. He lowered his blade as the shadows moved to deposit the familiar form of the assassin in front of him, Hiccup removing his helmet as he leant against his map table.
"What do you want."
"Wow not even a welcome, charming..." Hiccup smirked as he pulled an item from his belt, "I am not here for another deal if you are thinking that, I just want to speak with you."
"Really..." Jon rubbed his forehead, moving to the cask in the corner, "I feel like I am going to need a drink for this, want one?"
"No, thank you." Hiccup sat down in one of the chairs as Jon sat himself down with a mug of Ale. "I suppose I should simply start."
"Please do."
"Your aid to us has proven valuable, yet it seems the conflict in the Hold is over, which means we are going to leave soon, yet the family felt that leaving without at least thanking our dear ally was in poor taste. As such we wished to offer you something." Hiccup rolled the item he had taken off his belt over the table, Jon caught it between two of his fingers, looking over the shiny silver circle, on one side it had a red ruby hand, the other an onyx skull. "It's a tribute coin, something my predecessor implemented, throw it into a fire and we will come, it means we owe you something, a favour if you will, but I feel it is something more."
"More you say."
"An invitation, an invitation to join my little family, if you ever find yourself bored with your lot in life, if you ever want to do something different, if you ever want to get a new life, then burn the coin and we will welcome you happily." Hiccup stood silently, moving to the corner he had came from, sliding into the shadows. "I must be leaving now, I hope to see you again sometime."
When Jon was sure the man had disappeared Jon sagged into his chair, rubbing his nose as he tucked the coin into his pocket.
'Fuck, I cannot say I saw that one coming.'
'Neither did I, fucking assassins.'
'I mean you could fu-'
'Don't, please.'
'You never let me have any puns.'
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The city of Markarth was filled with jubilation, the cries of thousands of proud Nords as the victorious army paraded through the city towards the Understone Keep, at its head was Jon Snow, the Hagsbane, the General, the Lord of War. On his right rode Thrain, retired Houscarl turned mercenary companion, often known as the Butcher of the Broken tower, or the Stalwart Sentinel. To his other side was Ari, Houscarl under Hrolfdir, known to the people as the Hunter, or after the battle at Lairs-Retreat as Longshot.
The men and woman behind the three growing legends held formation as ordered, yet smiled proudly at the cheering crowds of people around them, holding aloft captured artifacts and banners or even the chopped off heads of great warriors. To her eyes it all seemed a way of asserting the power Jon now held, reminding the people of who fought besides the man, who had helped him achieve the plans he held.
Yet Morghannah smiled at the sight of the man in decorated golden armor at the very front of the army, waving to the people with a pleasant smile adorning his handsome features, a returning Hero if there ever was one. The army came to a stop when it arrived at the entrance to the Understone palace, Jon dismounting his sturdy old horse a vile creature that he had named Gale, his companions following suit short after.
"Jarl Hrolfdir, your army returns in glorious victory! I present to you the crown of the false King of the Forsworn." Jon knelt as he presented the strange wooden crown, her brother accepting the object without words.
"My friend, I thank you for your loyal service, let us retire to the palace, for tonight we feast!"
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The war room was as familiar as it has ever been, the stone table empty of maps for once as he and Hrolfdir sat down, Jon could tell the Jarl was stressed with the times, unused to the power he now wielded, likely finding little conciliation in his grieving wife. He could sympathise with the man, he too knew the stresses of the recent events, but he had friends he could talk to, along with Alessia of course.
"It is good to have you back Jon, Morghannah was beginning to get on my nerves with her constant plotting." The Jarl shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. "But that is not why I wished to speak with you."
"I had assumed as much yes."
"You have done so much for the Hold, from great deeds on the field of battle to dark ones done in secret, no amount of rewards I could responsibly give to you would be enough." The Jarl shook his head, smiling at Jon. "So let me begin with giving my thanks."
"I appreciate that Hrolfdir, I really do." Jon himself returned the smile, leaning back as he combed a armoured hand through his hair.
"The standard praise will be given during the feast of course, gold, jewels and other such things, but I felt there were other things I have to give you. To start with I am making you a Thane, Sunfort will be your stronghold, the right to tax travel along the road, the mines surrounding it your claim, seven silver mines, twelve iron mines, seventeen coal mines and as a personal thank you, the rights to the Corundum mined at Liars retreat."
"More than enough to repair the old fortress, securing a firm ally in the south against any plotting from Redbeard, a strong border fortress against any future aggression from Falkreath and Whiterun."
"A tactical thing yes, but Sunfort and the mines will bring you great profit and a safe home. You have also often spoken off your desire to travel more, it will take at least months to bring Sunfort to a liveable condition." The Jarl paused for a time, clearly distracted, before continuing.
"A fair amount of travel can be done in that time, further I am giving you Vlindrel Hall, every Thane has a mansion within the capital city of their hold, you are of course still welcome to stay Understone but it will be yours nonetheless." The Jarl paused for a brief moment, "Morghannah wishes to see you as well, after the feast, for now though, relax, drink and have fun, and think of a name and banner while you're at it."
"I already have those, it was something I spent most of my childhood thinking about after all."
"Yes, of course, born a Bastard, I forget, it just doesn't seem to fit you..." Hrolfdir shook his head with a friendly smile, "What will it be then Jon."
"A silver ring on a white field, my name..." Jon paused for a second, thinking about the pleasant surprise she was going to have, "My name will be Jon Alessian."
'Fuck you Jon!'
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The feast went by with remarkable speed, the granting of gifts as was tradition, gifts of gold and silver being granted to the heroes of the war, first among them Jon. Now Thane Jon Alessian she supposed, a good enough name to take when they wed, even if a bit short. Morghannah was amused by the chest of golden coins offered to the Hagsbane, most of that money was likely to be spent on the Repairs of the Sunfort.
The fort was one with a long and impressive history, once a mighty fortress standing atop the highest crags in the east of the hold, one way in and one way out along a single road. Four gates before one could enter the courtyard, then a series of four inner baileys before the main keep, it had been sieged a hundred times since the fall of the white city and only against the combined forces of Whiterun and Falkreath during the interregnum wars had it fallen.
The fort was a ruin, a complete ruin, yet one that could be repaired with enough work, turned into a might fortress that would allow its owner to control all travel around the southern road. And it was supposed to have a great view as well.
Her eyes turned to the man of the hour once again, Jon wore a set of fine white clothes, for once not in his armor but dressed like a noble man instead. The man had his shoulder length hair free, a few strings of amulets and necklaces seen around his neck, on his finger sat a simple silver ring, a drab thing in her opinion.
She sent him a smile, putting every effort into making it seem overjoyed, yet Jon only sent the slightest one back at her, she frowned at that something was wrong with him, something must have happened.
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Morghannah's chambers were as silent as they always had been, its solid stone walls familiar as those of his own room in the Understone had been. She was seated at her table by the window, her dress forest green and of middling length, her hair pulled into a braid and her lips painted a solid red. He walked to the corner of the room, pouring two goblets of fine wine, handing her one, she accepted wordlessly, taking a small sip.
"It is good to see you again Jon, it has been lonely without you here." She said, her voice sweet and her eyes hiding lies behind them, he had to be sure, it was why he was here.
"I am glad to see you well." He took a large gulp watching as she sipped her wine as well, the red liquid the colour of blood. "I have many things I wish to talk to you about."
"I'm sure, but I would like to speak first." She frowned for a second before continuing, "My Brother has finally consented to my requests, I know you care for me Jon, if you wish us wed you must ask him yourself, so it doesn't seem an insult by him to Redbeard."
He frowned for a second himself, it had taken a while but it seemed it was starting to work now.
"Why am I saying it like this, I would never say something so direct..." she whispered, her voice filling with dread as she snapped her eyes to him.
'It is for the best Jon, a much as it might pain you.'
'Doesn't help...'
"Truth potion, enough to make sure you speak only the truth to me..." The horror and betrayal in her eyes almost made him regret it, if not for the fact that he had to know, he had no other choice. "I have to know the truth from you."
"The truth? I don't understand."
"I know you tried to have me killed, I want to know why?"
"You were a potential obstacle at the time, something I could not measure, something I couldn't control, it was easier if you died." She paused for a moment, "Then the Brotherhood cancelled to contract and had to find a way to control you-"
"So you seduced me."
"Yes it was, again, the best plan at the time."
Jon clenched his fist, he had suspected it was as such but he had still hoped, hoped it was different, hoped that his fears proved false, yet his instincts were right.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'
'Calm down Jon!'
'By the love of all that is holy stuffed into a whorehouse FUCK!'
'That's a new one...'
He turned to the door, leaving the distraught horrified and woman sitting in her chair, he paused for a moment, there was one thing left to say now, one thing left to ask. He looked at her once again, she was crying, why was she crying? She had not once shown true emotion, not once told the truth, was this another show? He could not know, and it annoyed him greatly.
"I have to know, did you love me?"
Her eyes snapped to him, he saw her gasping as she tried to form words that might have been lies only for them to die in her throat, she paused, tears leaking freely. Stuttering for a few more seconds Morghannah spoke, spoke words that tore into him as knives.
"I don't know..."
He let the door slam shut behind him.
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Notes from the compendium, the spheres of magic.
Many of my students ask which of the spheres of magic is most powerful, which can wreak the most destruction, such questions are flawed in their outline, in truth none of the spheres are the most powerful, because they all have their different uses. Now the easiest to learn? That is something that is far easier to define, tough not as simple as a list from easiest to hardest, think of the spheres as three pairs of two, the Sun and the Moon moving in a simple pattern daily, the Earth and the Stars changing only slowly or in times of stress and the Ocean and the Sky everchanging and never still.
It is far easier to learn a second sphere if you have connected to its pair, for instance the moon might be one of the hardest to understand, with its phases and the effects they have upon the world, layering with illusion, but know the sun and the way the moon reflects its light and it becomes far easier to understand.
Still there is an easiest and hardest sphere to understand, mainly because of the effects they have on the world. The easiest by far is the sun, for its power can be felt in the world every day, its light shining and providing warmth to the world. The hardest by far is the Stars, for its effects upon the world are the most esoteric and hard to control.
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So next chapter will be interesting, and shorter.
Anyway, responses:
Asonia99: already working on the magic, but the next chapter will layout the next arc.
Guest: Yeah, in comparison the forsworn are small fries, but this is an new thing to Jon and he is simply unused to the death.
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