The cold walls of the small crevasse, and the radiant heat from the fire reluctantly coaxed me to sleep. My eyes fell ever slowly, until they were completely shut, and the sounds of the impending blizzard were my lullaby. I had never been one to drift off, but my body wasn’t letting me escape the hold it had on me for rest. So I slowly gave in, and before long. I was gone.
“Where am I?” I called into the endless abyss of my dreamless, and empty conscious. White and soundless, the abyss continued forever, in every direction. Though the area I stood was as baron and empty as a desert, I continued to feel a continuous claustrophobia. Like I was being squeezed into somewhere I wasn’t meant to fit. A memory, I wasn’t supposed to remember. A dream meant to push me towards the answers I needed.
Then my body was warm. Hot almost, but dry, arid. Almost like an instant drought had set over me. I looked around to see the sun heated roof tops of the desert city. Somewhere in Hammerfell? The Alik’r maybe? Then I realized the lack of control I had over my body. I was moving, faster than I had ever moved. But my body felt frozen cold, and lifeless. As if I was dead, but moving. What is this?
As I moved fluidly, and silently over the clay rooftops of the cities, I could hear the growing sound of a crowd growing close. Then my body was thrust off of a building, into a tight alleyway. Only to look out into a congested road. Filled with the bickering movement of Redguard citizens and peddlers. But my body did not leave it’s position, it only looked around. Searching for something, or someone. Then it jolted, I could see a tall man. Very large, muscular, but with no armor. Minus the cloak he wore to hide his face.
Despite his obvious size difference against my own, my body continued to pull him from the crowd into the alleyway with ease. Then his hood fell off. For me to see a Nordic face that I had never seen before. He was a vampire, without a doubt. His eyes, and very pale face, along with his almost starved facial structure made it evidently clear that he was infected. Then without any hesitation, He was slammed against the alley wall. Only for him to shiver out of an obvious fear.
“Listen,” He spoke, shivering, “L-Lyron, friend. I-I didn’t mean to-“ Then my body slammed him against the wall once again, “Didn’t mean to what?” I spoke, with no control. Almost like I was living through someone else’s eyes, “Didn’t mean to KILL ME?” The Nord flinched as I shouted. “I- You’re- but you’re not dead!” He spoke pleading for his life, “I mean, I-if you w-were dead, you wouldn’t b-be here. R-right?” He asked with uncertainty. Then I set him down. “I guess you are right Bastion,” I backed up, only to grab him by the throat, to slam him against the stone once more, “But I might as well be! This curse made me KILL my family!”
Then out of his choking breath, the man, called Bastion, spoke once again, “That’s the B-bloodlust!” Then I dropped him, cringing my fists. I stood him up, and punched him twice in the center of his chest. He hunched over, wheezing, and gasping for air. “That is the solar-plexus. Right now your diaphragm is temporarily paralyzed, which is why you are finding it quite hard to catch your worthless breath,” I spoke with hatred.I then stood him up, and repeatedly striked his lower left side. “And that,” I spoke in between jabs, “is your Liver.” Then a couple more. “My favorite part about the liver, is that it lies near the vagus nerve, which branches out to the rest of your body,” I spoke calmly, whilst striking him again, “And if you hit it just right, it triggers the reaction.”
I stood him up by his throat, “Your brain short circuits, and your body shuts down,” I then jabbed him once more, still holding him up, “And then you start to feel an uncontrollable terror. Right?” I then gripped his face, “Now listen to me. Listen to me carefully, Bastion,” I spoke clear, and stern, “You tell ‘Tolan, that Dinok is hunting him. And that I will not stop, until my thirst. Has been thoroughly quenched!” And the man’s body fell.
Then, as soon as the vivid memory had started, I was jerked away. My body jolted awake. The sky dark, and I may have only been asleep for minutes. But there was no way sleep was coming to me now. I arose, with more questions than I had wanted, and kicked out my flame. Gathering my gear in a hurry, I started up the blizzard ridden mountain.
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It was a hike that I thought would never end. I had mindlessly trekked up the mountain. In an urgency that my mind would not let go. The blizzard had let off just as dawn had approached. My body now aching for a slight rest. But my mind searching for answers that it didn’t have. Was I this Lyron? Was my master, the only person that I had closest to a father, my enemy? The migraine my mind was pushing through allowed me to mindlessly pass a camp of dreary travelers. And continue wander, on the path, until I decided I needed to clear my mind.
I then fell to my knees, trying to relax my mind. Why am I going through this? Am I losing my mind? Am I insane? I then looked to the horizon, the rising sun’s rays touched my skin. The warmth I felt was incredibly soothing, and relaxing. Almost like it was melting my problems away. “Faas Dinok,” I whispered out of habit. It was a meditation practice that I had done for years. It helped to clear my mind. I stood, feeling slightly better, but with a larger urge to get answers. I then reached into my pouch to pull out a piece of skeever I had saved, as well as my pouch of water.
As I finished my small meal, I could see a small group opposite me. Down the path, the group that I had passed earlier no less. 3 men, and a woman. They seemed well acquainted, and maybe they knew something about who I was going to need to speak to for answers. I wasn’t comfortable with most strangers, but I needed some acquaintances, assuming they are trekking the same way I am. They aren't killers, or targets. Just people, I calmed myself, asI pulled my hood over my head, and pulled my mask down. Only for a short period would I need to wear it. Just until they were comfortable with me. Not a lot of people are quite ‘fond’ of my face.