Chapter 5.
A/n: Hey guys! It's been a while, eh? Well, I hope to get maybe a few more reviews this time….please….maybe…..
It was raining steadily. Cal-isiri had Skooma gripped tightly in her arms, his front legs were spread out and his mouth open, catching the falling droplets. Cal-isiri, however, was crying, the sword Ryan had given her bumping slightly into her leg as she walked. The solemn scene was interrupted when Vvardenfell was overcome with a wave of pain.
Putting her hand to her head she fell to her knees, Skooma jumping out of her arms to give her a questioning look before she passed out on the muddy terrain.
Suns, many suns passing, a moon and a sun coming together, a shadowy figure behind another. More and more, thousands of shadowy figures, a huge army. A tan arm, a blue arm. And words, words from a voice she knew well, words from Azura.
"This is your trial, Neravarine. Look well. Remember what I have told you. You will find what you need in Sadrith Mora."
The image changed now, moving faster along hills and valleys, trees and mountains, then water, lots and lots of water, it ended on a peaceful, grassy hillside. Vvardenfell, not under her disguise, but as herself, Vvardenfell and Ryan. Larka! She was there too! Sitting against a tree, laughing as Skooma chased after Vvardenfell and Ryan. The image changed again. It was ash, all ash and storms. There was no rain, just ash. The shadowy army walked in lined over hills and through valleys of nothing but ash.
"These are the two threads the world is spinning towards, the two threads of possible prophecy. Behold, when you wake there will be an amulet around you neck. You may change into yourself or your winged twilight form at any time. But beware, for events will come to pass and battles will be fought, of the possible futures you've seen; only one can come to pass. Follow the path laid for you, Neravarine, and the one you wish will happen."
The vision passed, passed into a black void. The void began to clear and Cal-isiri opened her eyes. The first thing she did was look at her neck, there was an amulet there, glowing with enchantment. She could become herself, she could.
CRACK!
With a sickening thud she was kicked to the ground, Skooma's cries of disapproval and rage followed. He leapt onto her torso, howling, before he was picked up gently by a blue hand and a sword placed at Cal-isiri's throat. She looked at her attacker; all that could be seen was that slender, blue hand. The rest was cloaked in black, save a single lock of long, silver hair.
A hand was placed on Cal-isiri's shoulder, accompanied by another sword, this one pointed at the black-clad figure. Cal-isiri looked at the hand, tan, strong and calloused. Ryan's hand. But who was the other?
A/n: OOOhhhh! Suspense!