I already posted this story here back on the day 11, but the little bastard of my brother deleted the previous story only to mess with me. We don't have the best relation, but that doesn't matter here. I'm posting this story again. It's the same story as before, so if you already read all the chapters, don't need to read all again.
"Raise, mortal." A mysterious, yet familiar voice echoed in his mind.
"Your last actions were uneccesary, but they proved even more your strength and power to me." The voice echoed again. It was female and quite smooth, sounding like something divine.
"It is not your destiny to die here." The voice said. "I have chosen a different one for you."
"You shall become my new champion... Dovahkiin."
With the shout of a thunder, Vardall Amell wakes up, panting and confused. The rain poured down on his back, washing away like his wounds and giving him a small sense of comfort, something he appreciated.
But something hovered over his mind. Something that confused him: How was he still alive?
He remembers it very well: The arrow piercing his body. The poison burning his flesh as it spread through his veins. His vision became more and more blurred until he fell to the ground, being left to die.
The only thing he could think about was that his Grey Warden blood made him resist the poison of the arrow. Or maybe the poison was weak or not enough to be lethal. He honestly didn't know and didn't care about that moment. Regardless of why the poison didn't kill Vardall, it still left him extremely weak.
Vardall tried to move, but his whole body ached, even breathing was getting harder. Knowing he couldn't walk, Vardall tried to crawl somewhere, using what little strength he still had.
He tried, but he was running out of strength. His tiredness was increasing and he felt that he would not be able to stand it for long. Getting completely exhausted, Vardall collapsed to the ground again, only his heavy breathing could be heard beyond the heavy rain.
But beyond the rain or his own grunts of pain, Vardall heard another noise. He heard footsteps aproaching him. Internally Vardall panicked, but he could feel the presence just standing beside him, watching him die. Vardall didn't know who or what it was, but suddenly he felt himself being lifted and carefully carried away. That was the last thing Vardall felt before he passed out again.
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Opening his eyes again, Vardall felt the comforting heat of a fire on his face. It was a very welcome change compared to the cold he was feeling. Another thing that caught his attention was the very good smell of some kind of food being prepared in a cauldron over the fire.
Still confused, Vardall, feeling a little better, tries to get up and realizes he was without his Grey Warden Commander Armor, and his greatsword, the Starfang, was also gone. He was now wearing simple, comfortable clothes.
Finally sitting up, The Arcane Warrior was startled to realize where he was.
"The Nest?"
The Nest, the old lair of The Mother. It was still exactly the way he remembered it. What did that mean? Why had they brought him here again? Vardall felt even more confused when, looking at where he fought The Mother months ago, there was now a strange structure there that was emanating some kind of magical energy.
"Fear not. Approach." The voice that made Vardall wake up whispered again in his mind, telling him to approach the strange structure. Overcome with curiosity, Vardall gets up and approaches the strange structure cautiously.
As he got closer, Vardall recognized the structure, it was an Eluvian. He remembers reading about the Eluvians in the Circle of Magi library when he was still an apprentice. The Eluvians were ancient elven artifacts of great power, and few still existed in one piece throughout Thedas. But Vardall was even more surprised not only to find an entire Eluvian, but to find an active Eluvian. He knew about the enormous difficulties that existed in activating an Eluvian, often involving even demons and blood magic. The Eluvian pulsed with a powerful and ancient magic, Vardall could feel it. It was a truly magnificent structure and Vardall felt almost… mesmerized by it.
"Go ahead." The voice echoed in Vardall's mind again. This could all be a trick, some demon from the Fade trying to trick him. He should have backed off and gotten out of here, but he couldn't. Something inside him told him to continue, and like a moth drawn to a flame, Vardall approached the Eluvian.
He was now face to face with the mirror, feeling its magical energy much more strongly. Vardall touched the Eluvian, gently running his hand across the surface of the artifact. Vardall's act made the Eluvian react, creating a trail where his hand passed, similar to when someone throws rocks into a lake. It was gentle and even soothing to Vardall.
"Enter the Eluvian…" The voice whispered again to Vardall. This was strange, but something inside Vardall felt that he could trust the voice. So with that, and having nothing more to lose, Vardall then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the Eluvian.
By doing so, he was sealing the fate of two worlds.