Dragonborn Chapter 493: Powering the Blade

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Time was of the essence. With all the Myr drama going on right now, join needed an alternative distraction and take time for himself. Only two days were left for the upcoming catastrophe and he was getting ready the way he knows.

{Take the sword… take it… and it will give you power… all the power you need… you will stand on top.}

Jon kept whispering like a demon while hiding in the shadows, away from him was a man staring at a blade he discovered in the sand. The blade was made of Ebony designed like an Akaviri Nodachi that its like was rare only seen by chance on any ship drifting from Akavir. The man was hesitating to feel the sword due to its sensation. It was too foul for even a Worm Necromancer like him.

To make such evil submit, on needs a lot of willpower and an insane level of handling. Yet, it was so tempting. These voices made it sound like it is only a matter of time before he becomes able to wield the sword properly.

"Damn you!"

The man wanted to break free from the voices but a certain luster on the sword materialized into a strange substance and gave a strong luster, every cell in the man's body reacted to that luster and admitted every truth.

"Yes, I want power."

"Yes, I want to stand on top."

"Yes, I want to surpass the Worm King."

Truth… it is a scary weapon. Those who submit to the truth and abide by it are trustworthy people, honest and respected by everyone including their enemies, but it gets very ugly when the Truth manipulates the Desire.

Every man is flawed and that's the point of it. Without flaws, there is no chance for advancement, evolution or error. Life is but a long line of balancing one's self on a straight road wary of all the wrong turns completely blind of what's ahead. By that, then how easy it is to give a man one slight push?

And here where [Lust] displayed its terrifying potential, the ability to control another human being. The power known as "Truth Inducement" was slowly realizing its potential and taking steps into evolution to what it truly was intended to be, a catalyst of Desire.

The mortal man found no escape but to hold the sword in the end. By the following six hours, the man murdered everyone he considered close or a friend.

Heartless they may seem, the Worm Cultists had families and inner relations within the ranks of the cult. It wasn't anything devious or satanic but rather normal families that sat together for meals and performed their religious practices together dark as they may seem.

It was just a cult made or mortal people most of the time. Yes, they damned their souls to Mannimarco; yes, the perform rites and magics that involves the infliction of self-harm; and yes, they are willing to offer their entire families for their dark faith. Still, if things weren't for the cult, they wouldn't risk a thing.

Thus seeing everyone he considered close lying in pieces, cut in shreds, and sliced in parts; the man was at his wit's end.

He gained power but on what cost?

The answer would have been figured out if not for a black shade circling around his neck and without even knowing, his head was far from his body. He didn't even realize he was killed and his ghost faded in a state of agony, unrest, and questioning.

Nefertiti stood away from the man's head and opened a portal in the shadow for Jon to step out.

"Remind me again why do I have to help you with the dirty work, Hooman?"

"Remind me again why not? Earn your keep, girl."

"Ugh!"

Jon teased the cat that jumped on his shoulder and walked to the [Ebony Blade] that was lying on the ground of the ruined house. He just did a devious deed that involved a man killing his brothers and sisters of the cult, the first time did Jon let his treasured blade fall into other hands so they awaken it by sacrificing their relatives and friends.

His first victim was a man from the Cult who was seen as a great Work Knight and a zealous servant of Mannimarco. By shrouding the [Ebony Blade] with [Lust], the temptation of the, already very tempting blade, was multiplied by another fold and no man could withstand it.

Yet, things weren't as smooth as Jon wished. He felt the temptation of the blade being much stronger than before. He always kept the power of the [Ebony Blade] not too high to affect him but now, he was going as fast as he could to awaken a blade that is known to be the most powerful and dangerous sword to be wielded.

What will happen if he awakens the sword for the final time? Will he be turned into a crazed person not able to contain the bloodlust of the blade? Will the blade control him? Jon wasn't willing to risk it but he ran out of options… and time as well. His next victim, or rather the blade's next victim was not so far from him anyway. This time, the blade will awaken for the ninth time and it will be far too risky to hold it close.

This time of all times, Jon had too much to stress his mood and keep him thinking a lot of time.

"Hooman, you still worried?"

"And what in the world can worry me?

"Myr. That is what makes you worried."

Nefertiti's words were right on the mark. She is already a part of him so getting into his head and the other way around was as easy as controlling one's senses.

"Aye. I'm a bit concerned."

Myr, the origin of Mirren and Miranda. It was too much of a blow to both Jon and Isha especially Isha who was going through one loss after another.

After discovering that Mirren and Miranda came from the same being that is Myr, Jon kept thinking of what it is that happened to Myr.

A docile person with so much power and potential only wants to submit that power and split his own being into the two images it created from itself even with the option of being an almighty being on the table.

Ehlnofey… the word itself was mysterious to anyone but Jon. A phase of mortality hardly remembered by the inhabitants of this world. The phase of the fall, the actual fall of the Original Spirits that created the world.

The Thalmor faction that was responsible for creating Myr was too arrogant and too self-centered to the point that led them to such feet in creating what they always thought they deserve to be. Almighty and Powerful yet at the same time, Empty and Hopeless.

"So that was it." Jon thought.

Being born like that… the original Spirits were no creators but creatures. They simply were the ones who came before and mortals originated from them. That is known. But there was a common understanding in such a world that going forward, advancing and reaching evolution was impossible.

They were perfect… almost perfect.

Imagine if you start with everything… all things… and no need at all.

What sort of existence do you wish to be?

Wait!

Will you even wish?

Wish?

Do you have the audacity to wish?

What is wish to begin with?

Satisfy a need?

But you already have all that you need?

Then it is obvious.

You need to have a "need" to feel satisfaction. You need to "need" so you must let go.

The philosophy that created the world was like applying on Myr who is but a living proof to the solitude of existence and power. As an Ehlnofey, Myr can just be whatever what he seeks, he can bind himself into a force of nature growing with Nirn like Y'ffre, the deity of the Wood Elves who became the Spirit of the Forest and the first Ehlnofey. Yet, he seeks the aspects of his duality who are by far nothing as powerful and capable as him.

He is barely awake in both of them but that is enough for him. What is more catastrophic in the fact that if one of the Twins dies, the other dies. But if both reached a higher level of existence by ascending to immortality, for example, Myr will cease to exist as well.

A being that seeks its demise.

"Hooman, I don't understand."

"… I told you that trying to translate my thoughts won't be easy for you."

"Not fair."

Despite the fact that Nefertiti and Jon were also two connected beings like Myr, Mirren, and Miranda; there was a lot of difference in the way they think. Nefertiti evolved from a normal cat to the being she is, the Shadow Fae, who is connected by a strong Soul Bond to Jon. She evolved and became part of his soul as well. Yet that bond was a far cry to the bond of the Altmer Twins and Myr.

"The only reason Myr seeks demise is that he doesn't see a point in his existence. The Living Cell either equip itself to Last or to Move On. As a living organism; Myr, who has the power to Last, simply chose to take the other way by not existing. He doesn't need to sustain himself to live, he can slumber to the end of time. Sadly, those who created him didn't think of that as the way the Old Ehlnofey chose for their offspring."

Jon is not the best person to translate what he understands easily but from what he could tell, he thinks that the existence of Mortals was not a Scheme of Lorkhan as the Elven Propaganda goes, it may have involved more… it may have evolved most of the Aedra from the Dawn Era.

It doesn't have to be a lie. Maybe it's a misinterpretation of the fact or the frustration that piled up from the offspring of the Elhnofey at their parents who rendered them to Mortality. The Dawn Era was thousands of years ago and those are enough to twist the story of a "Boy killing a Snake in a House where a Girl is trapped" to a story of a "Knight slaying a Dragon in a Tower where a Princess is trapped".

The Ehlnofey were known to be two factions that warred together. The first was the Old Ehlnofey who fathered the Elves and the second was the Wandering Ehlnofey who fathered the Humans. The Old Ehlnofey hated mortality, unlike the Wandering Ehlnofey who valued it. Maybe they were to schools of thoughts in the Ehlnofey society but they eventually warred together. It is said that to end the war, Lorkhan was to be convicted and there where his Heart was torn out and his body was turned into Jode and Jone, Masser and Secunda.

The story deviates from then especially after the Ascendance of Auriel and the other ones known as the Aedra yet the Dawn Era was not over yet as the Old Ehlnofey were said to have been living in the Lost Lands of Aldmeris that doesn't exist in Modern-Day Nirn.

Why is that?

Simple.

It didn't exist to begin with.

Aldmeris never was a physical homeland, but rather a collection of mental images left over from the chaos of the Dawn Era. All Elves shared this racial memory and as they diverged along cultural lines, their images of Aldmeris changed as well, and the figurative heritage was sundered and lost. It was said that Aldmeris is nothing but what the Aldmer were told by the Old Ehlnofey to be their home and it exists in Aetherius.

It was so funny and sad. The pitiful thinking of the Elves compared to their cleverness is nothing but ironic especially when the Aldmer has sent three ships to look for evidence about Aldmeris only to discover Tamriel.

"The story of the Ehlnofey is troubling and all but look over here, looks like our newest victim has started killing. Let's see how far the Blade takes him."

"Hooman, playing with people is bad."

"Says the cat."

"You two are a bit too much." (Beth)

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