Chapter 2. Revelation.

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As Vvardenfell began to prepare, she soon realized that she had nothing that would be suitable to wear to such a high-honoring ceremony. She decided that Falanomo might have something, so she walked to his store, and during the short walk over to his store she pieced the prophecy together in her mind like a puzzle.

Our Savior's Blood Shall Be Spilt,

And Yet Our Enemy Shall Fall.

The Beast Of Fire's Ashes Shall Blow In A Sudden Breeze,

And All That Is Left Is Salt And Enchantment.

The Ruler Shall Neal At Her Feet,

And The Knights Will Call Her An Equal.

Was there more? She had a feeling that she would be finding out very soon. She cracked open the door to Falanomo's shop and said,

"Falanomo, are you here?"

"Oh, come in Vvardenfell, So good to see you. How's Nel's?" He asked in an overly-sweet tone.

Nel's Llendo was Vvardenfell's boyfriend. He was a Dwenmer rouge whom she had met en-route to Pelegiad. He was a bandit who offered her a deal, either kiss him, or fight him to the death. Vvardenfell was quite swept off of her feet. For she knew she would never want to kill so dashing a man, so she kissed him and the two started their relationship, in which Vvardenfell could visit Nels every time she passed by Pelegiad.

"Good." She said, lying. She hadn't seen him since 21 Last Seed Day, a year after she had arrived here by boat from Mournhold, taken prisoner for a crime she didn't commit.

"How can I be helping our new town hero today? Need new clothes for the big ceremony tonight?" He asked, it was now clear why he was being nice. He was afraid!

"That's it exactly." She said, trying to return the same cheery tone.

He handed her an extravagant pair of shoes, an expensive blue skirt, and a wonderful new light blue shirt.

"Have a nice day!" he said cheerily.

"Don't I owe you at least 300 gold for this extravagance?" She asked, confused.

"No, this one's on me. I really owe you for ridding our town of that Antronach, everyone does." He returned, still being overly-sweet.

"Thank you." Said Vvardenfell getting out of the store as quickly as possible. Fake cherriness scared her.

As she walked outside she could see that the knights were preparing the banquet table. She stared at the spot where she had fought the Antronach. Was it just her, or was there a crescent-moon where her blood had spilt?

She then had a vision, an insight into the past and the future.

She saw the goddess Azura standing and speaking, and what she said frightened her.

The Nevaraine's Blood Shall Be Crescent-Moon,

Her Hair A Golden Brown.

Prophecy Shall Be Revealed To Her,

And In It Enemies Shall Drown.

As Vvardenfell awoke she found herself ling with the crescent-moon perfectly over her head. The charming guard she had met earlier walked over to her.

"Madam, are you alright?" He said with a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, yes. I merely fell onto the ground." She replied as happily as she could.

As she walked back to her home she looked back at the crescent-moon. By the crescent-moon was a star. It all together looked like this.

C

Where had she seen this symbol before? She walked into her house and opened one of her books called "Spirits of the Daedra." As she opened it to the section on Azura she found the symbol, and under it it said

Crescent-moonblood

StarProphecy

Symbol of the Nevaraine.

It came as a revelation to Vvardenfell. Could she be the Nevaraine? It could explain the visions, the prophecies, everything! And yet she had no time to ponder this further, she could hear her friend Bashuk calling her. The ceremony was starting!