Chapter Four Act Seven: Truth (Part 1 of 2)
Hey guys! Welcome to Act Seven Part 1!
I don't really have anything to say here. So let's begin.
Previously on: The Frost of Ages:
(From: Chapter Four Act Six: A Mortal's Touch)
Erinye: There’s a soul in Null that has quite the influence on the Dragonborn. Castalia set everything up for us already.
Erinye: According to her, he’ll be moving in the north, through Dawnstar then Windhelm. Castalia said Windhelm will be his biggest obstacle, he’ll be slow; distracted. I don’t know why or how, but that’s not important.
Erinye: We distract him with the soul, then I use Malefic to destroy that draconic soul in him. Simple.
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(From: Chapter Four Act Six: A Mortal's Touch)
Isran: Talen!
Talen: Uh… Sorry. What’s the question?
Celann: We think we know your answer, but still. Do you think Taeyva can be trusted?
Talen: No.
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(From: Chapter Four Act Six: A Mortal's Touch)
Davey: See, you’re not just a Prophet of Hircine. You’re not some Daedra worshipper.
Davey: You’re Taeyva. You’re you. And that’s the person this elk is letting pet it.
Taeyva: Thank you.
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(From: Chapter Four Act Four: Untold Truths)
Gerruck: No. We are not. And you will never take me. Never.
Alduin: Oh, but I will. It is only a matter of time.
Alduin: You grow weaker by the day. You know this.
Gerruck: No. No no no!
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(From: Chapter Four Act Four: Untold Truths)
Elyvaea: Where am I?
Elyvaea: Seems I’m not through yet after all.
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(From: Chapter Four Act Five: The Spiderling)
Castalia: It's over, Erinye! Stop!
Erinye: I don’t take orders from you. You’ve done your part already. Null is created and almost full. You’re worthless now.
Castalia: Then let’s end thi-
Castalia: Guuh…
Erinye: Yes. Let’s end this.
The roar of fire could not preclude the sound of the screams. From the hill overlooking Dawnstar’s destruction, Olivia tried to watch. But as soon as the first flame showed, she turned away before it even reached the ground. She dropped to her knees and squeezed her eyes closed tighter than she’d ever done before. But where her eyes could be shielded, her ears could not. Over the snapping of burning timber and crackling of ravenous fire, the pleas and cries rang out. They pierced into her like a knife, gouging at a wound that hasn’t been given the chance to heal. With hands plastered to the side of her head, she wept. Tears fell for the people of Solitude, for her disciples in the temple, for the man she led to this fate, and now for the innocents burning to death not a hundred feet from her.
And as the destruction concluded, so did the tears. When the echo of flapping wings receded and the roar of fire died to a crackle, Olivia stood up, wiped her eyes, and marched into the city to do the only thing she knew how to.
Olivia: May your soul travel peacefully beyond this realm. May it find a rest in a home where it can discover peace.
Olivia: May it experience this bliss for eternity and never falter or waver, as all past troubles be left in this discarded body.
Olivia: As a priestess of the Nine Divines, I-
Olivia trails off as she considers her closing statement. She’s closed every eulogy the same way for years, but before was when she had faith in them.
She stares into the charred corpse and breaths in sharply. This is not why she became a Priestess, not to stand by the word of Gods who would so willingly call for the death of their own creations. These people shouldn’t be cursed with a parting blessing from the divines. They deserve better.
Olivia: We all do…
Olivia shuts the door to the inn, hoping to finally hide the outside visage from view, as she enters inside. Instead, she finds it no better than what was out there.
She can’t help but stare at the corpse beginning to smolder in the fire pit. The reek of death and burning flesh makes her eyes water.
Steeling herself, she gulped and peered past it, over to the bar, where Gerruck sat hunched over with his back to her. There is no telling how this will go. The last time they spoke he was eerily complacent and his relaxed posture amidst the company of dead hints his emotionless state hasn’t changed. Still, she has to say something.
Olivia: Gerruck… I-I think this was a mistake.
She interrupts her next step as she finishes, unsure of what his reaction will be. To her surprise, he doesn’t budge. Somehow that’s even more off-putting. She lets out a shaky breath and continues.
Olivia: We said we’re doing this because it’s the right thing. That destroying the world for the Divines protects it from evil but look around us.
Olivia: The evil is us. Why are we enforcing the will of the Divines when they care nothing about us? They promised their love yet do nothing to prove it. We don’t owe them this.
Olivia: It’s not too late. We can still stop this. Gerruck?
Throughout her speech, he hadn’t moved or even made a gesture of acknowledgement. His shoulders slowly rise and fall with each breath, but other than that, it’s as if he isn’t even there.
Olivia’s brows furrow as agitation begins to surface. There is no semblance of emotion in him since Solitude. He can’t even suffer a care for those slain around him. Or even for her?
Olivia: Are you even listening to me?
Her fists clench as Gerruck remains motionless. She feels her shoulders tighten as her jaw clenches. Before the rage can fully mount, she snaps.
Olivia: Listen to me!
Olivia: You’re just sitting there not ten feet away from someone you killed less than an hour ago! We’re responsible for killing entire cities and you can’t even bother to care!
Olivia: Look around. Look around! We’re not heroes. We’re not doing justice! We’re enforcing the will of corrupt Gods who can’t even be bothered to be here while it happens! We’re wrong! This is wrong! Yo-
Gerruck suddenly stands up, toppling the stool to the floor and forcing Olivia quiet. She gulps as she instinctively takes a step back.
Gerruck: Wrong?
Olivia isn’t sure what she expected, but it isn’t that. The question comes out placid, emotionless, with a voice that resounds deeper and more rough than it had hours ago.
Gerruck: No. It is you who is wrong, mortal.
Gerruck turns around and Olivia falls speechless. The man she thought she knew stares back at her, his appearance the same, yet now different.
A darkness that she has not yet seen reaches into her as her body becomes rigid.
Olivia: You’re not Gerruck…
Erinye: So, we’re moving forward blind then? Without Castalia we cannot predict what will happen at all. I don’t think you thought this through.
Erinye huffs and glares at her daedric sister. When she brought the news of Castalia’s betrayal, Erinye wasn’t surprised. It was going to happen eventually, but now is much too early. Null, this dark, infinite void, still is not filled with enough souls. Everyday more arrive as mortals die and their souls have nowhere else to go, but it isn’t enough. With Castalia’s help, a final massacre would have been easy. Without her though…
Erinye: Relax, sister.
Erinye: We don’t need her going forward. The dragons will fulfill the slaughter for us, all we have to do is stop the dragonborn afterwards. And Castalia explained how to already.
As her sister finishes, Erinye scoffs. She knows the plan but doesn’t believe in it. By now the dragonborn is too far gone. The world eater has surely overcome him already, there will be no attachment to some mortal elf anymore. But even if that wasn’t the case, finding that elf is another task in itself.
Erinye: Again, it won’t work. Besides the obvious fragility of the plan, the thousands of souls in here are hidden from us. There’s no way we’ll be able to reach them, much less a specific one.
Erinye grinds her teeth as she speaks. She sucks in an agitated breath and hisses out the next sentence.
Erinye: She won’t let us.
Erinye: Five years of this and she hasn’t budged. I have nothing to offer and she has nothing to lose.
Erinye: Torture was pointless, bribery is impossible. She knows there’s nothing I can do to her and vice versa.
Erinye shakes her head sternly, trying to numb the growing contempt. She turns to her sister once more.
Erinye: She was the wrong choice to be the heart of Null. It was supposed to be someone we could manipulate; someone weak.
Erinye spits her words out in accusation. She isn’t sure who she blames entirely. Castalia for choosing Isabel in the first place or her and her sister for agreeing.
As she is shaking her head, her sister maintains an emotionless stare. Their frustration is clearly not shared as a subtle smile appears on her lips.
Erinye: We still have one piece of leverage.
Erinye’s smile briefly widens before returning to a frown as she suddenly turns away and marches over towards Isabel.
Erinye: I know you’ve been listening, so I won’t bother explaining things to you.
She drops to a knee before her captive, who makes no notion of acknowledgement.
Erinye: Her name is Elyvaea. She’s a high elf soul somewhere in here. We need her in order to stop the dragonborn from destroying Nirn. Could you bring her here?
Isabel narrows her eyes.
Isabel: I won’t help you.
Erinye smirks.
Erinye: Not without incentive. You know Talen is still alive, right?
Erinye ogles her prisoner attentively, expecting her to tense. Instead, she maintains her slouched posture, only barely meeting Erinye’s stare.
Isabel: Killing him only brings him to me, just like the rest of the doomed souls. The world will die eventually. He cannot escape death.
Erinye:Who said anything about killing? Oh no. There’s nothing stopping me from claiming his soul for Bal instead. I could have him tortured for an eternity.
Erinye: Or I could not. The choice is yours, dear.
Elyvaea wanders aimlessly through the black void called Null. It’s been days. No. Weeks? She’s lost count. There’s no indicator of time in here, no sign of life or movement. She doesn’t hunger, she doesn’t grow weary.
It is driving her mad.
Elyvaea: I guess this wasn’t a second chance after all…
Isabel: Excuse me?
Isabel: You are Elyvaea, correct?
Elyvaea comes to a sudden halt and slowly cranes her head around. She can’t remember how long it’s been since she’s heard another voice. When she sees the girl behind her, she doesn’t even notice her nakedness nor the shackles. Her disbelief in seeing another person overcomes her as she sprints over.
Elyvaea: W-what? How? I didn’t think anyone was here! Do you know where this is?
Elyvaea speaks rapidly, oblivious to Isabel’s growing unease.
Elyvaea: I haven’t seen anyone else since arriving here. I thought I was alone. Do you know what’s going on?
Isabel awkwardly rubs her neck and sighs loudly. Elyvaea somehow hears that over her rambling and cuts herself off.
Isabel: I won’t sugarcoat this. You and I? We’re dead.
The words hit Elyvaea hard. It was something she already knew, or rather assumed, but to be told so blatanly…
She clears her throat, despite not needing to anyway, and wraps arm around herself.
Elyvaea: Yeah, I… I figured.
Isabel: I know it’s a lot to take in, but there’s a lot more and I’m afraid I just have to tell you it all now.
Isabel pauses briefly to analyze Elyvaea’s forlorn stare. When it doesn’t change, she continues.
Isabel: My name is Isabel. This realm is called Null, and I am its heart, also known as the first forbidden soul. I need your help, Elyvaea.
At this, Elyvaea perks up.
Elyvaea: My help? What do you mean heart? And forbidden soul?
Isabel sighs and nods.
Isabel: Five years ago, I was turned to a vampire and killed against my will. I died, but Molag Bal rejected my soul. No other afterlife exists for the soul of a new vampire, so one needed to be made. This is the result.
Isabel gestures to the black expanse around them.
Isabel: This realm was created both by me and for me. It is more than a tomb, it is me, my spirit. All of this was planned over five years ago. Which brings me to you.
Elyvaea’s unnerve shifts to bewilderment. She wants to beg for a more detailed description but holds back as Isabel continues.
Isabel: I know you’re aware of what is going on in Nirn. At least, partially. You see, people are dying by the thousands. Each death means another soul comes here. The divines have left the world to die, meaning the afterlives you once knew are gone as well.
Isabel: You can probably imagine how much power there is to be gained from this. Think of Null like a soul gem, but one that can contain infinite souls. Once enough souls are accumulated, literally anything is possible.
Isabel’s brows furrow as her expression morphs from sorrow to resentment.
Isabel: There are many who seek this power. Though I may be the one that holds it, I cannot use it nor truly stop others from doing so. It is one of these “others” that held me captive for five years and needs you to stop Nirn’s destruction.
Elyvaea falters. Who does Isabel think she is? She can’t stop Nirn’s destruction. Especially now that she’s dead.
Elyvaea: I think you have the wrong person, Isabel. I don’t understand how you expect me to do that. Plus, why help these people who are holding you captive?
Isabel nods in solemn understanding as her expression becomes more serious.
Isabel: I’m not helping them. It just so happens out interests align in this instance. They have to believe they are forcing me to do this or “the weave unravels.” That’s what I was told anyway. But that doesn’t matter. What does is that I know I have the right person.
Isabel: It’s the dragons that are destroying Nirn and I think you already know who commands them.
Elyvaea gulps as her heart tightens in her chest.
Elyvaea: I-I do… But that isn’t really him. He just feels loss and rage for me, I-
Isabel: It’s actually not him at all.
Isabel: Gerruck is being consumed by the soul of Alduin. Before long there won’t be any Gerruck left.
Isabel: I know it’s hard to trust me, but Gerruck cannot fight Alduin without you. Will you please help?
Elyvaea doesn’t respond as this wave of new information washes over her. She can’t explain how she knows this, but Isabel is telling the truth. Even if she isn’t though, what choice does Elyvaea have? This is the first, and possibly only, chance she will get to make an impact. If she refuses, then she’s just stuck in this realm forever. With nothing to lose, the decision is simple.
Elyvaea: Absolutely.
Taeyva and Davey walk side by side back into Dayspring Canyon. Taeyva hardly notices the chill as warmth continues to fill her. It’s the first smile she hasn’t tried to hide in years.
Davey: They also love jazbay grapes! I can show you next time.
Taeyva: I think I’d like that, actually.
Davey: Really? That’s great!
His exclamation is both joyous and flustered. Taeyva didn’t expect Davey to reach out to her so well, and apparently neither did he. She thinks he may actually be more surprised than she is. The thought of it makes her smile widen slightly more.
As they near a turn in the path though, she wipes it away and stops.
Taeyva: But, uh, listen…
Davey gulps audibly and comes to a stop alongside her. His brows press inwards as he matches her glum expression.
Taeyva: I know you’re… interested... in me. I don’t want to mislead you. I’m not able to like you in the same way.
Taeyva concludes abruptly, feeling incredible unease at the expression of emotion. Davey looks at her for a moment before his eyes fall downcast. He nods, looking back up, surprising Taeyva with a warm smile.
Davey: I appreciate you telling me. And you don’t have to give me details. I’d still like to show you the grapes though, if you’d like?
Taeyva smiles.
Taeyva: Yeah, I would like th-
Torund: Hey! If you are done, we have something more important to deal with.
Taeyva clenches her jaw and whips around to shout back at Torund. Instead though, her eyes go wide with stunned disbelief.
Taeyva: Torund! I- What…
Davey: Do you know them?
Taeyv’a breathing quickens as her eyes begin to twitch.
Taeyva: Oh yes.
Taeyva: Yes, I do.
Dawnguard Soldier 1: What are they all doing here?
Vigilant of Stendarr: I don’t know, but I don’t like it.
Dawnguard Soldier 2: They’re not attacking though, just standing there. They’re protecting her.
Dawnguard Soldier 3: But why from us?
Fort Dawnguard emptied as a small horde of werewolves stormed the canyon. The beasts lined themselves up, side by side, facing the small force of soldiers who initially stood stunned before them. It didn’t take the Vigilant long to try and force themselves by, but the wolves were quick to respond. Some fierce growls were usually enough to dissuade them, but a couple times the wolves were forced to bellow out an intimidating roar instead.
Before this could escalate further, Carcette ordered her troops to relent. The command was met with multiple, unanimous groans and scoffs, but was otherwise accepted. As the soldiers forced themselves back, the leaders grouped at the end of the path where Davey intercepted them.
Davey: She had to speak with them alone. I don’t know who they were, just a couple of dark elves. The girl was not looking too good though, believe me.
Davey: Whatever it is, Taeyva clearly doesn’t like them. I can only assume she is keeping us away for our own safety.
Davey’s brief received different reactions from each leader. Most were silent as they tried to form their own opinions, while others clearly already had.
Carcette: She’s clearly hiding something from us. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is conspiring with them as we speak.
Talen: I don’t know. If she was against us entirely, we’d already be dead. Especially with her werewolves around us right now.
Tullius: I agree. In fact, I’d do the same in her position. If she’s dealing with potential foes, people she already knows, it makes sense to want to deal with them first.
Celann: But why go through all of this to keep us away? It’s as if she’s trying to instigate conflict.
Isran: No, that’s not it. The werewolves only roared and growled, even when provoked. She doesn’t want conflict. She just really wants this to be private for some reason.
Dennis: What if it’s personal?
Dennis: I mean, obviously it is a little. But what if this person really hurt her?
Isran: That makes sense. I imagine she has many enemies, especially as a Prophet.
Carcette: Well I don’t care.
Carcette: We’re allowing her in this alliance, so she should be doing the same for us. I say we-
Carcette cuts off as she catches movement from down the path.
All eyes turn to Taeyva as the werewolves’ step to the side, allowing her to approach. She comes to a halt beside them, obviously aware of the tension as the area goes silent. Even the soldiers quit their murmuring and watch her apprehensively.
Taeyva: I didn’t mean to alarm you all, but this was something I had to deal with myself. Or so I thought.
Taeyva glances at each of them before stopping at Carcette.
Taeyva: Carcette?
The leader of the Vigilant stiffens. Her lips seal shut, and her jaw snaps closed. She glowers at the daedric Prophet, blatantly displaying her contempt in being addressed so directly.
Taeyva: It’s time to remove these chains.
Earlier…
Taeyva: You’re clearly lying.
Taeyva did not waste a second when she saw him. Before Davey could ask a second question, her wolves were sprinting into the canyon and Torund was hauling the two elves down the path. Every word she’d been holding back for him spew out as Malkor was dragged across the ground. He didn’t utter a sound until he was literally thrown to his knees. Instead of groveling or firing some slur back, he told Torund to “be careful with the girl.” Torund shared a look with Taeyva before he carelessly tossed the female elf’s inanimate body against a barrel.
Malkor flinched but didn’t retaliate, instead looking at the dirt beneath him and sighing, “I had no other choice.”
Taeyva: Out of everyone who wants you dead, Torund and I are at the top of the list.
Malkor: Look, I know I-
Taeyva: No!
Taeyva: I don’t want to hear you say another word.
Taeyva: How many times have you tried to kill me? Don’t answer! No fucking words.
Taeyva: Or Torund? You remember his troll?
Taeyva: I know you do!
Malkor makes no response. His tense shoulders slowly rise and fall with each heavy breath.
Taeyva: You’ve done nothing but try to ruin us!
Taeyva sharply cuts herself off, biting her lower lip strongly enough to draw blood. She sucks in a sharp breath and bends over him; her eyes flare with loathing.
Taeyva: Yet you come to us for help? I don’t even know what for, but I do know that nothing will make me believe you.
Malkor keeps his head bowed, remaining silent. Taeyva scoffs.
Taeyva: I really have no idea, Malkor. It’s not just unlike you, it’s pathetic.
With a loud sigh, Malkor lifts his head.
Malkor: I lost. Okay? I lost. Is that what you need to hear?
Malkor’s pleas might as well reach deaf ears as Taeyva simply rolls her eyes and turns away.
Taeyva: So, this is some suicide wish? Please. You’re a liar, Malkor. I don’t need to hear anything from you.
Taeyva begins to gesture a final command to Torund when Malkor suddenly hollers out.
Malkor: Can’t you just believe me this once!?
The shout is finished with a sharp and panicked inhale. As Taeyva whips around, Malkor’s body tenses even further.
Taeyva: Excuse me?
She looms over him, glaring with disgust.
Taeyva: That’s not how things work, Malkor. This is a real fucking pathetic display. But you want me to believe you? Fine.
Taeyva: I shouldn’t have to say this, but Torund is going to kill you. If you want a chance, you’ll have to do something far beneath you. Something that the Malkor I know would never do.
Malkor gulps as Taeyva’s glare intensifies, boring into his own stare with enough intensity that he has to force himself to keep from looking away.
Taeyva: Beg.
Taeyva: Then maybe. Maybe! I’ll believe you “just this once”.
His stare lowers as Taeyva returns to a stand. Not a sound passes his lips.
Another moment later, he bows his head in silence while Taeyva shakes her own.
Taeyva: Wow. I have no words.
She gives a firm nod to Torund, who slings his warhammer into his hands.
Taeyva: Kill him.
Torund gives Malkor one final glare, shaking his head. This is not how he imagined this moment would be. He sighs, tightening his grip on his weapon, and is about to raise it over his head when Malkor feebly croaks out a single sentence.
Malkor: Please just save her.
Torund: W-what?
Taeyva and Torund both freeze in shock. They stare at the man they thought they understood in disbelief.
Taeyva: Are you begging? For her life?
Malkor: Yes! Please just save her! I don't care what happens to me!
Malkor: Please, Taeyva! Please save her…
The canyon was immediately emptied. Taeyva’s werewolves rushed back into the outside forest while the soldiers rushed after the leaders and their new captives. Malkor was immediately bound by rope and escorted by Dennis while Torund hauled Castalia over his shoulder.
Once inside, it became even more chaotic. The leaders sealed themselves into the back room while Tullius and Elisif were tasked with keeping the main rabble out. Rumors of the strange dark elves spread immediately amongst them, riling up both the Dawnguard and Vigilant alike.
Elisif: Please, everyone, settle down! They’ll inform us when it’s solved!
Dawnguard Soldier 4: What’s going on in there?
Vigilant of Stendarr 1: We shouldn’t bring in any more daedra worshippers!
Vigilant of Stendarr 2: They’ll be the death of us!
Dawnguard Soldier 3: This is too risky!
While the soldiers hollered from the main chamber, Mike joined Davey off to the side.
Mike: Gotta admit, this is a weird first date, Davey.
Davey: Please don’t joke right now. How are you not stressed?
Mike shrugs.
Mike: I think I’m just used to it at this point. But for real…
Mike: What do you think is happening in there?
Inside, Torund carefully lowers Castalia onto the table. It didn’t take him long to recognize her. It’s been a few weeks since he met her, and when he did, she nearly killed him. Yet she clearly spared his life, that much he knows. This might be his chance to discover why.
Taeyva: It’s her souls. Something is destroying them. Some kind of curse? Maybe an enchantment?
Taeyva leans over the body, using what she can of her powers to observe its natural life signs. This elf may not be a wolf or wild animal, but her powers extend to everything in nature, this elf included.
Talen: Did you say souls? Like, plural?
Taeyva nods but doesn’t turn her gaze.
Taeyva: Yup. You all won’t like to hear this, but she’s a Prophet like me. And like me, she has two souls. A mortal one, which is what you interact with, and a daedric one, which contains our powers.
Malkor: It was a third Prophet that did this. Her name is Erinye, she is Molag Bal’s.
Dennis: Hold on. A third Prophet? Are there more than three?
Malkor: Not that I know of.
Torund leans closer to Taeyva and whispers quietly in her ear.
Torund:I’ve met her already. She could’ve killed me but didn’t. Do you think she is worth saving? Is it even possible?
Taeyva analyzes Castalia a moment more before responding, not bothering to whisper when she does.
Taeyva: She’s a Prophet of Mephala. She is absolutely worth saving for the incredible amount of knowledge she has about potentials fates.
Taeyva: Is it possible to save her? Yes. But in my current state I can only prevent the curse from destroying her further.
Taeyva pulls away and turns to the group, facing Malkor first.
Taeyva: I'm not doing this for you. Here’s the situation.
Taeyva: This woman is a Prophet of Mephala. I don’t know the extent of her powers, but I do know she can see something called the “Weave of Fate.” She can see every possible outcome of every possible scenario, but she can’t know which one will actually happen.
Taeyva: Either way, she’d be a strong asset. Unfortunately, I cannot save her with my powers suppressed. All I can do is prevent her from dying, but that will require my full concentration and attention. It’s just not realistic.
Taeyva turns to Carcette.
Taeyva: I need these chains removed, Carcette. This is it.
Before the Keeper can reply, Taeyva turns to everyone around her.
Taeyva: What’s it going to be, everyone? This is your last chance to release me.
The room suddenly falls silent. Everyone else uncomfortably averts their gaze from Taeyva as they each adopt their own nervous posture.
Torund: Well? Speak up!
Talen gulps and takes a cautious step forward.
Talen: Look… Um, Taeyva… I-
*BOOM!*
Talen is cut off as a sudden explosion ruptures the air and shakes the entire Fort.
Taeyva: Oh no…
*BOOM!*
Argus: Fire another.
Argus: Draw their troops out.
Argus: I need the Prophet alone.
To be continued…
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