Cearbhail:

We're back with Veselle. Yup. We're definitely coming up to the end. I can't believe it's finally getting to this point. It's been a wild ride, everyone. Time to hyper focus on this until it's done.

Oh, and enjoy =^^=

"Okay, everyone, gather around." I waved at Father, Mother, and the High King to gather on me.

Father and mother looked at each other, passing a glance that I knew all too well. It was one Ruby and I shared with each other each time Nexi said she had a new circle she wanted us to try. My mother and father were concerned with my recent actions and my current attitude. Just seconds ago, I summoned Volana to seal away Inquianari, my Seeker bound spirit. She was connected to my mind and reported my every thought to Herpes Mora, relaying information I didn't want him to have. And if I shared what I learned, and what I was planning on doing… she would report me immediately.

I waited while the three of them marched up to me.

"Veselle…" Father began to use a chiding voice as he smoothed his eyebrows. Can't do much to smooth hair that doesn't exist. "What have I told you about summoning Wind spirits in the library?"

I smirked. "I don't know. That was 20 years ago." I looked from him over to Mom. "So, Mother. I think I have an idea of how we can defeat Herpes Mora."

"Hermaeus Mora…" Father exhaled, correcting Herpes Mora's name for the thousandth time.

"Yeah, Hopscotch Mora." I elbowed Father in the ribs lightly. "So, anyway. I have an idea." I pointed to myself. "Let's begin with…"

Father covered my mouth with his hand. "Daughter… this library may be warded against all forms of scrying, but let's not forget we're talking about a Daedra Lord… of Knowledge and forbidden secrets. He may have ways of hearing us as we speak."

I licked Father's hand, forcing him to remove it from my mouth. "I don't think so." I replied. "He used my link with Inquianari to spy on me because he wasn't able to do it otherwise. He deals with multiple universes, and therefore… can't know what I'm planning, because I will have come up with multiple ways of combating him and Miraak, possibly thousands. With different people. He can't know which one I'm going to use in this current universe… but as long as we keep it vague outside of this room and keep on a path that he can't determine… he'll have to guess and prepare for as many as possible."

Father rubbed his chin beard. "Okay… so… that is an interesting theory."

"It's not a theory." I replied. "I've learned a lot about the Daedric Lords during the Multiversal Convergence." I waved off the thought. "I remember Hungry Hungry More Mayo screaming at the giant Dwemeri Robot at how he had seen this moment a thousand different ways and how he knew every strategy the Dwemer would use against him… and how it wouldn't matter because even when He died… the Dwemer would always lose." To me. He said that to me, not directly, but I knew he wanted me to hear it. To learn from it. This right now, is just another part of his plan. Whatever plan he's playing at, I'm sure that this moment was part of it. Now, maybe it was a long con of getting me to believe he couldn't see this moment because it was planned out in thousands of different ways, while keeping a spirit to relay information he was already in possession of, but I'm thinking that I can overcome this even if he can overhear us. A god can only do so much when he's facing two gods.

Father continued stroking his chin ego. "Yes… I remember that conflict from your mind. We really do need to discuss this future you lived through. And the effect it has had on your personality."

Mother placed a hand on my shoulder. "We really need to talk."

I focused on Mother's face. Images of Mother's corprus face from my nightmare realm began replaying in my mind. I remembered how she looked when she blamed me for abandoning her. I remember the look of the scorched ground as I blinked all life away for the first time. I remember how that event changed my life. How everything quickly, very quickly, started to fall apart. I was quickly reminded of how I had to kill her. And then I saw Agni's face forming in the front of my mother's face. I saw the blood dripping from Agni's mouth… the corprus spores in her vomit. The pain in her eyes as she complained about the pain in her stomach. Asking me for a cure. And I only had one cure for Corprus… The fire building in my hand as I lifted my arm for the strike. Tears falling from my eyes as I said I was sorry. The look of pure terror as I burned her. I tried to be fast. I tried to make it painless. I was too hesitant. I pulled too much back. I later learned from that mistake. Never hesitate.

I shook the thought away. My heart was pounding away, my breath was becoming quickened. My mind was throwing me back into the other world. Faces of all my friends quickly started to flash through my eyes. All the pain they had when I burned them alive. Reducing them to atoms. Ashes…

Ruby…

…

I could see them all… standing around this library, all looking at me. All pleading me to let it end. Once and for all. Begging me to join them. I knew they wouldn't want me to, but… I wanted to. I wanted to leave this world, join them. I destroyed our world, but I had no other choice. And then… I abandon it like a child abandons a game once they clear the board.

I knocked Mother's hand off my shoulder, bringing myself back to the real world. The images of my friends slowly started to fade from my mind as I forced myself to focus on the face of my current mother. Not warped beyond repair by Corprus. Her arm is still skeletal, still ashy, but… still hers. Her eyes, while one may be slightly cracked, still has the spark of life. Everyone was still alive. And I had to make certain all my friends, past, present, and future, all have the opportunity to never be killed by me.

"Later." My voice was cracking. Harsh. My face was scrunching up as I fought the urge to both vomit and break down into tears. My hands shaking, my fists clenched. Blood collecting in my nails as they dug into my palms. I needed to hurt. I needed to be distracted.

I started looking around the room. The walls were greenish brown. The rug was dark red with lighter red rings inside it. The books were multiple colors of mostly brown and red. My blood is red. Everything is red. Why is everything red? Fuck the color red!

I took a deep breath. I held it for a few seconds before letting it slowly release from my lungs. I'm okay… I'm okay.

"Anyway." I perked my voice back up. "Let's get back to what we were discussing."

"I'd rather discuss what that was." Father sounded unnaturally alarmed.

"Trauma." I replied. "That was trauma." I turned back to the High King. "So, you're going to be going into Happy Meal's bookrealm. And I will be coming along. You're Dragonborn. You're pretty much God Incanate. I'm a Conjurer of Gods… And I know I can now. If we can combine our Compatibility… I know… I just know something special will happen. And if we can Compatibility your Shouts… I just know we can Bend the Will of even Gods to our side."

I saw the lights in the High King's eyes light up. "I can see it now." He shook his head. "It will never work."

That threw me off. "What… why not?"

"It's too easy." The High King said with a shrug. "We have a plan and… it will just go off like you think? It's too simple. It will never work. No…" The High King pulled a huge map from his back pouch, turning back to the table. "This is the real plan." He flicked the map out, covering the whole library table with it. "So… here's you and here's me. And this…" The High King pulled out a small potato chip. "is Miraak. Salty."

"Definitely Sour Cream and Onion." I nodded in agreement. "But I don't understand what this…"

The High King began to ignore me as he laid out his plan. "So, the two of us burst into his chamber…

…

[Asger's Pretend World]

Veselle and I jump off our multicolored Dragon, freefalling in slow motion as our matching dresses flutter in the wind. Three penguins are falling beside us. The oldest penguin is named Herbert. The other two are twins: Blind Steve, and Bucky Lights.

"Why penguins?"

Why not penguins? They're all wearing tutus.

So, there the five of us are standing in the dark and dreary realm of whatever Herma…

"Hermano Mucha Lucha."

Ooh, I like that one. Anyway, there we are in His realm, looking Miraak in the eye. If he even has those. I've only ever seen his dark red eyes reflected through his squid mask.

"Mind Flayer?" Oh my gods… I never made that connection before. "Oh my Azura Ruby… I can't believe I never figure that out. Miraak is a Mind Flayer!"

That honestly made more sense than I was ready accept into my world space. Anyway, there the five of us would be, standing there, in the center of the mind storm that was Miraak's dragon-controlled nest. The five of us would look up at the swirling sky, the dark purple clouds surrounded and circled by dragons as they closed in on us. The wind would flow on our skirts, making us look heroic and very cool. Also color-coordinated. Very important.

The cocky Dragonborn would look at us, aiming his twisted sword at us. "You have fallen into my trap. And now… you will fall to my Will."

"No!" I shove my finger at him. "You have fallen into our Friendship. Activate Transformation Sequence."

Blam!

Our dresses explode into glittering shimmering light as we're consumed with transformation magick…

"And I thought I watched too much anime."

It's Ruby's influence.

"We both know that's a lie."

Our dresses transform into… even cuter dresses… with ribbons and streamers and stuff. And then… the two of us make heart shapes with our hands, combining Friendship with Combatibility, blasting our Friendship Ray of Doom into the locked heart of Miraak and then… we unlock his heart and then… he learns the error of his ways.

"No! I've learned how to feel stuff!" Miraak will scream, falling to his knees. "My heart has grown three times larger… and I haven't suffered a heart attack in the process!" Then, we watch as Miraak's mask cracks and shatters as our Pure Friendship pours into him. His face is revealed. He's hot. Like extremely hot. With long flowly wavy blond hair. And then his armor shatter, revealing his exposed abs. He's racked.

"I can see why Lydia felt threaned by every man you invited home for dinner."

Miraak falls to his knees, his chiseled carved chin jutting forward as he leans back, his cheeks blushed pink as he reachs for his heart. He kyu's as he falls to the ground, full of our friendship.

"Our friendship better not look white and sticky."

That's how it always looks in every anime though. Anyway, once he's down, Miraak will swear to join our side as our super best friend. And with that…

We win.

…

[Pikachu Shocked Faced Veselle]

"That is so stupid." I shook my head, reaching up to rub my temples. "What, you think we're just going to show up and what… make Miraak our best friend by shooting friendship rays at him?"

"No." The High King admitted. "First we need to have sailor dresses that barely conceal our striped panties that easily flutter in the wind but never reveal when we're tied upside down."

"No one wants to see your panties." I muttered.

"Tell that to Lydia and half of Hammerfell." The High King surpressed a laugh.

"Can we possibly take this seriously, please?" I was all but screaming at this point. "So, the plan is to take Miraak down. You're planning on doing that by doing what exactly?"

"Turning him to our side." The High King seemed very determined to do this.

"We'll make that Plan B then."

"Not Plan B. The only Plan." The High King slammed his hands on the table. "You don't get it. You really don't get it." The High King looked different than he did a minute ago. He reminded me of when we were pillow fighting. His entire aura just seemed… impossible to bend. He was a wall of certainty… and I almost felt like following him to the ends of the world. I knew he had the wills to do whatever he set out to do.

I sighed, conceding to his will. "Okay, fine. How then?"

"I just told you."

I shrugged. "Okay, fine. Compatibility Friendship Ray. Got it. And then what?"

The High King looked confused. "Wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"You think Howy Mendoza will just accept that? You think Home Wrecker won't just get in the way and kill Miraak for us?"

The High King sighed. "I figured HM might push his will on us. Get us to finish the task for him. What does HM have to gain by stopping us though?"

I slammed my fist on the table. "He's a fucking Daedra! One of the bad ones! All he wants is to control everything. Miraak has stood up to oppose Hungry Howy's Murder Mansion's control over him. That bastard had me locked away in a completely different universe for the majority of my life. I watched the world fall apart, and had to participate in killing everyone I knew and loved. Sure, it was to make certain that without my intervention the world would end, and to teach me how to escape the dealed fates against us, but still… a fucking letter would work. And that's without adding in the other Daedra Lords that are all working together to make this disease, and the other ones working against their plans."

The High King sighed. "Look, Veselle. I want to you to know something about me. About my past." The High King placed a hand on my shoulder. "You've seen this world. You've seen how bad it can be. I grew up during the Great War. I had a military general for a father. I was raised in wartime. I fought in the Great War. I killed many great warriors. I killed Altmer, Bosmer, Khajiit… Imperial. I killed liches, trolls, dragons, countless bandits. I have a mountain of dead behind me. I suspect you can relate. The difference between the two of us… I had a father who lived on the other side of things. My step-dad. One day, back from the battle of Anvil… which fell under an Altmeri Warship, I waddled home, arm broken, half my body almost crushed by a falling building that murdered half my entire squad. We grew up near Anvil, you could almost call it my home.

"A lot of my friends… dead. The early love of my life… gone. I wanted nothing but revenge. I wanted the elves that caused the atrocity to pay. I wanted to burn their entire country like they burned my village. But I found myself going home, to our little farmhouse outside the town. Untouched by war for the most part. Part of our field had caught fire, ruining some of our corn for the year. But that's not the point of the story. I was returning home. I grew up in Anvil as a child, but had to move away when our farm had been attacked by a bear, which I learned wasn't a bear at all. It was Thalmor, of course." The High King sighed, rubbing his head. "I'm getting distracted with nostalgia. I'm trying to make a point." He looked back up at me, trying his best to look serious. "My father was there, looking at our old farm. He was crying. Caught up in the past. He heard about the battle in Anvil, knew I was here, fighting it. He didn't want to lose me like we lost my mother, and my sister."

"Both of which are alive." I reasoned. "I remember that."

"Correct." The High King wiped a tear. "But at the time, they were as good as dead. They were dead for us. But, I was at the farm, half destroyed by the battle. My father was there, also feeling the effects of the past and present pushing on us. And he saw me, limping my way to the farm. I just wanted a place to rest and recover. And the old farm seemed like a good place to do it. Maybe some part of me wanted the warmth of the past, the past of us as a family. Before the Great War reached us. Before we were split apart. Before the blood and death. The man who raised me was a bard. A poet, a songwriter. A man of words. Not a man of the sword. And when he saw me, my arm broken and bleeding. My face burned… he cried. He weeped. He broke down.

"I rushed up to him, I embraced him. I held him close to me. We were still alive. Still together. We were still a family. We survived the ordeal. I spent the next week resting at the old farm. My father used his magick to heal my arm during that long week. He fixed my leg, healed my face. And if you look close enough, you can still see a light glaze where the burn hasn't fully healed." Asger stretched his cheek out, showing a barely noticeable scar mark that hid under his dimple. "Once I was healed enough to make the journey, I traveled to Anvil with father. We saw the bodies, burned. The survivors of the battle were doing what they could to rebuild. To reclaim their lives. Father volunteered to help. I volunteered too. I helped to rebuild homes, farms. I helped tend to the wounded children. I almost adopted a child who was parentless. Luckily, his aunt was still alive."

Asger smiled. "You see… there will be pain in your life. There are things you can't avoid. But… when life destroys you… you don't lay down and die. You stand up… and you rebuild. You make it as good as you can create. You rebuild your buildings, you reconnect to your family. You move on. And as dark as it can get… you can't let that darkness consume you. You keep moving on. The Great War eventually ended. We lost, but… we're still alive. We're still living, growing, loving. We've all lost someone. We've all felt pain. We've all suffered. Some more than others. But if one of us gives up… we all give up. And so, I continue to stand here, offering my help whenever I can, because sometimes, the only way to get over what's destroying your town is to have someone help rebuild it. You just didn't lose a town. You lost a whole country. You're hurting, Veselle, I know you are. You've lost more than most could ever endure. And now, I'm here. I will help you. And it starts with helping Miraak. With helping this island. When we restore this island to its full glory, when we restore balance to this world and the next, you will feel better. I'm sure of it."

I felt my face crack into a smile. "High King… you do realize you're talking to a corpse, right?"

The High King hugged me close. "I'm talking to a girl who's hurting. I'm talking to a girl who believes the whole world is resting on her shoulders. A wounded soldier who knows that the fate of the world rests on her ability to keep marching on. I've been there. And I'll be here, marching beside you. But you can't let the darkness take hold of you. You must keep your head high, marching with purpose, and not with fatality."

I sighed. I don't know if I could agree with the High King. It felt like a nice fantasy, but ultimately, I didn't feel better in the moment, even away from that oblivion I lived through, and I doubted that I would feel better with Miraak dealt with. The real problem was getting rid of the corprus ash virus, which was being caused by Miraak… so I guess in a way, I am helping with that problem. And then I have to make certain all the villagers in the town are treated.

I looked over to father and mother. "So, this whole corprus thing… you do realize that the entire town is probably infected, right?"

Father nodded. "Of course I do, Veselle. And do not worry, I will personally go around and break up any infections in the town once this whole ordeal is dealt with. Even make a cleansing circle around the whole island to help prevent any future outbreaks. Do not worry."

"It's more than that." I replied. "It's not just this island. If the Red Mountain is to cause for this… then all of Morrowind is in danger. And maybe parts of Skyrim and Black Marsh."

Father nodded. "I understand, Veselle. I already have a plan in action. Don't worry about it. You deal with Miraak, I will deal with the Corprus here in and Morrowind. So, where are we at with the plan?"

I sighed. "The stones have all been cleansed. So, Miraak's influence on the island is basically diminished. The High King wants to finish gathering the Dragon Aspect Shout before venturing off. He has two parts of the Shout unlocked. The one gifted to him by Hapless Moron from his realm. The books we've been researching show that there are two locations here in Solstheim. One is at Miraak's temple. The other one is at the barrow where I fought that dragon priest. So, once we head there, and the High King absorbs his Shout, we'll be able to leave and go fight Miraak. After we get that Shout, we bring that book to the Shaman, right?"

Father nodded. "That is where we're heading next. The Shaman has some secret that Harry Mango wants so… I guess we're going to throw the Shaman under the carriage to get that information?"

The High King shook his head. "There's nothing we can really do about that. The Shaman has already agreed to do this so… from here on out, this is the path we walk. I get that Shout, we go to the Shaman, we get this party started. I read the book, you join me… and then we go take this fight to Miraak. We get Miraak on our side, or… we end his threat. One way or the other, this war ends by the end of the week. Hopefully."

"I'll be honored to fight by your side." I grabbed the High King's arm. I remember it was a traditional Nordic thing, and therefore, the Bard's College liked to do it a lot. "Should we start heading out to Raven Rock?"

The High King gave me a small look. "Tomorrow. You need to rest. Spend time with your family." He nodded to my mother and father. "I trust you two know what I'm talking about?"

Father nodded. "I suspect I do."

The High King gave me a wide smile before turning to exit the library. "We have our plan. Tomorrow we'll head to Raven Rock. Tonight… say your goodbyes. After all… past this point… there's no guarantee that we'll be returning."

"We will see you in the Skaal village." Father nodded goodbye to the High King. "We will see this to the end."

I stood there as the High King left the library. Once he had left, Mother turned to look at me. "Veselle. We really need to talk. Please, take a seat."

I groaned as I took a chair, joining mother as she joined beside me. "You need therapy. What you lived through, we need to talk about it. Your father shared your memories with me… and, we're concerned. Your resolve is not in question or your judgment. It's… something else. You're cold, ruthless. Uncaring. It's not you."

"It's me." Father replied. "This other me from your universe, I pushed you into becoming a monster. In a way, I pushed you in the same way. I've lived centuries." He blinked his eyes, slowly looking to the window. "I was in Vvardinfell during the Sixth House revolt. I was there with the Nerevarine. I saw the whole affair coming from a mile away and I did nothing to really help. I did my part in helping give support of House Telvanni, even if that support was nothing more than a verbal statement, accepting the Nerevarine as the Telvanni Horator. An entire country is at risk of falling to a Daedra-influenced House rising from the ashes of our betrayal to our gods… and I had the nerve to hold her prophecy as many of my fellow Lords had. We were stubborn, unwilling, arrogant. I learned my lesson with time and age. Your mother was one of many mistakes I have made in my long life."

"I thought you were Davilia's granddaughter?" I could have sworn I read that Shadow Journal.

Father laughed. "Funny thing about life, time-travel, and other such ways of extending your life." Neloth walked over to a shelf. He plucked a blackened book. "My Shadow Journal. Davilia's grandchild may have existed, but when he read this book… I was alive." He turned to look at me. "I remember being assassinated by the Nerevarine back during their rise in the Mages Guild. After the whole affair with House Dagoth had been sorted. She didn't care for House Telvanni after the whole… everything we did. The slaves, the arrogance. She hated our House almost as much as House Dres and House Hlaalu. Perhaps more. When she looked at my bleeding form, she shared a small bit of advice for my next life. Those with power should not lord it over others." Father started laughing, pinching the bridge to his nose. "I couldn't heal up. Her Alchemy potions were top notch. The poison drained every bit of magicka from me. I was helpless, reduced to that of a frail old man. As I lay there, dying, I thought of every dark deed I did to achieve my standing in House Telvanni. The people I had betrayed, used, abused. And I still ended up being taken down by one gifted by the gods to do their bidding. My death, and the death of many in House Telvanni had been planned by the gods for our betrayal, I'm sure of it. And when I took over this boy's body… I knew I had a second chance to make things right. It was a shame that the kid had to die for me to live… but my book had already been trapped to do this switch. I could not undo what had been done, but… I'm here in this life. My spirit watching the world turn without my influence. You could say… I had traveled to a new world, lived my life twice. Learned from my past life's mistakes. Much like you, Veselle."

Father sat down at the table, on the other side of where mother was sitting. "You see, Veselle. I'm not a great person. I struggle with doing the right thing. And raising you… I failed so many times. Seeing your mother end up the way she did, let's just say I had flashbacks to the Nerevarine girl coming after me. And seeing that limitless potential inside you… I knew you would walk a path that would lead destruction in your wake unless you learned from world-changing mistakes. And it seemed that your world-changing mistakes have been covered in an alternate universe, one that was created in a realm of Oblivion by our own God of Fate and Forbidden Knowledge. And as the young people continue to say these days: With great knowledge and power comes great responsibility. You've been chosen by those who know better than you. Better than me. Your struggles, however great, will lead to a great change. Whether a better change or a worse one… that's for you to discover and alter. You have the power to destroy this entire world if you so choose. So, be prepared. Be ready for what's to come to you."

Mother sighed. "Ashy, that's not going to help her. She's already stressed. She doesn't need that right now."

Father nodded. "I suppose you're right. It's hard to forget that we're dealing with more than just the fate of the world. We're dealing with our hurting daughter."

"I'm NOT HURTING." I slammed my fists on the table. "I'm trying to get this fucking mission done as quickly as I can so I can finally get some rest!" I glared at mother and father. "You have seen what the stakes are! People will die! Ruby needs healed! The entire country needs healed! We have the very knowledge to cure Corprus! This very deadly strain of it! And we're here, sitting in this library talking about my fucking feelings! I don't need this. I need to end this. All of this. The High King wants to make merry with the fucking enemy? He's the reason we're going through all this shit. He doesn't deserve peace. He doesn't deserve mercy. He deserves my flaming fist up his ass."

"And you?" Father asked. "What do you deserve?"

I glared at father. "We already discussed that. I deserve my rest. My peace."

"Your death." Father surmised. "Is that what you truly deserve, Veselle? What you did, you did from a place of good intentions."

"The Thalmor could claim the same." I muttered. "Or the Dwemer."

"They can't." Mother shook her head. "They both wanted nothing more than to subjugate everyone they believed to be their lesser. They wanted to rule. You wanted to protect the world. You even killed your friends, your family if it meant keeping the world safe. You performed the ultimate sacrifice."

"Can we just… stop?" I looked at them both. "This… whatever this is… it's not helping me." I didn't want to hear them dragging this crap back up again. I wanted nothing more than to stop feeling it.

"So… what was that whole thing you did?" Mother asked. "When you looked at me? Your eyes dilated, you started breathing heavily. You stepped back, snapping your head everywhere. Your nails were digging into your arms. What was happening?"

I sighed. I placed my hands on the table, leaning forward as I forced a sad smile. "You have the memory of me killing you, right?" My heart was already pounding, just mentioning it. I started tapping my nails on the table. A nervous tick I picked up. I guess it followed me here.

Mother nodded. "Is seeing my face… a problem?" She sounded like she was trying to be supportive, understanding. But to me, it sounded almost like pity.

I shook my head. "No… it's more than that. When I looked at you, I was reminded of… you know. And then…" My throat started to tighten. I felt like I was choking. My eyes started to burn. Suddenly, I felt my chest heave. Why did my chest hurt? My head began to spin, and I began to understand. I'm about to have an emotional breakdown.

I stood up. "Look. I don't want to talk about it." My voice betrayed my hurt. Fire started to dance on my fingertips. "You know what I did. You know what I felt. You know everything I know. So… it's not hard to figure it out. I saw your face, and I was reminded of my failure. I was reminded of my daughter. My friends. My everything! I was reminded of how I… how I…" Fire exploded from me. "HOW I KILLED MY FAMILY!" I turned to look back at mother and father. "You're both here. You're alive. That hasn't been lost on me. But you know what has been lost on me? Hope. Until we can deal with Miraak. Until we can deal with this whole corprus bullshit, I will never seen anything less than a dead world hanging in the future. You can give me all the pretty little speeches you can think of, but unless I wake up tomorrow and Ruby is suddenly free of Corprus… or Miraak and Hideous Monkey have suddenly been handed the fate I will have dealt them… I don't think I can rest. More than ever, the stakes are thrust into my mind. I know what's at stake. I can't let it come to that. I can't…"

I looked back to mom. "I can't watch you die again. I can't. I'm not strong enough to do it a second time. I can't kill Ruby again. I can't… I won't. And so… I just want to get this over with. I want to rush to the end. I want my happy ending. I deserve it." I had so much I needed to do. "So, let's just drop this until it's time for me to go? Okay?" I pleaded with dad. "Once I wipe my mind, you'll make certain that the real me… will be ready for her part, right?"

Father gave me a long glare. He really looked at me like someone who understood me. "I will, Veselle. You have my word." He turned his attention back to the library. "I think I know what will take your mind off this mission."

"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow. I didn't suspect that.

Father smiled. "Time for training, Veselle. Your final lesson."

Cearbhail:

So, coming up with unique names for Tentacle Rape Monster Howy Mendoza was fun. This version of Veselle is becoming complicated for me to write, but luckily, she won't be around for much longer. And now... let's get to the final chapters.