The energy from the light world spreads across the entire Nirn planet along the passage created by Magnus when he escaped after creating the world. Turka opened his eyes, and a series of world powers such as sound, light, and wind all returned to him. Make him feel familiar yet strange at the same time.
"Where am I?" he said.
There was silence.
So he stood up, and something strange happened to him. He raised his head in surprise and looked around, only to find that he had entered a strange world.
The majestic source of light in the firmament was not the Sun of Arda, Yareen, but a huge void beyond the comprehension of mortals. Its existence almost subverts human cognition. Even now, if he looks at it for too long, he will feel an unbearable pain.
And above the sky, there are two moons at the same time. They exude an indescribable holiness, like eternal gods looking down on the earth. Then, he knew that he was no longer in Arda at this moment, not even in Yiya.
"O Ilúvatar."
Turka murmured. He tried to calm down and think about how he had ended up in this situation.
Fourth Era, Year 1.
August.
After arranging some things about the country, he accompanied the Middle-earth elves such as Elrond and Galadriel from Lothlórien and Rivendell, and headed from Mislond to Aman.
Sauron failed, but the master behind him has always troubled Turka. Among them, what Saruman said before he was defeated also made him worried. Coupled with the appearance of the blue-robed wizard, Turka had a bold guess in his mind. But he must go to the land of the west to seek confirmation from Manwe and the mighty ones.
Therefore, Turka Aracano decided to go to Velima to participate in and witness the trial of Sauron and the white and blue wizards.
That day.
The white ship they took sailed into the rough Sea of Beleghar, and then left Arda along the "straight channel" - a miracle performed by the Valar in the mortal world. Only those allowed by Manwe can embark on that miraculous route.
And when the white ship Turka Aracano was about to pass through Ilmen at the end of the "straight channel" and saw the holy and boundless glory of the most sacred and great blessed place in this world, he But he felt himself being enveloped by a force. It felt like a big bubble suddenly splitting into a small one. He didn't even have time to react before he was ejected.
At that moment, Turka seemed to hear a surprised sigh. He knew it was Yiru's voice. Obviously, the only god Yirú Ilúvatar was also very surprised by the 'mutation' that happened to the souls in the other world.
Perhaps He had tried to 'save' this alien soul who had been lost here and left traces in this land of eternal starlight, but in the end, Turka Aracano disappeared in Iya and came to A new land of wonder.
The memory ends here.
Turka felt sad and frightened. Because everything that happened in Arda was firmly imprinted on his soul. If the memory of his previous life has gradually faded, then the world where elves, dwarves, dragons, and wizards coexist has long since become his home that he can no longer leave behind. There are his lovers, his descendants, and his subjects who respect and love him.
"I want to go back."
After a long silence, Turka said firmly.
He looked around and found that he was standing on a hill, surrounded by many lush fir-like trees. The wind of this world howled through the tree crowns, blowing the black hair on his head.
He found a direction and walked down the hill.
Much later, some mysterious figures shrouded in black shadow appeared where he once stood. They looked around in surprise, but found nothing. One of their magicians even cast a powerful spell in an attempt to trace back time and find out what happened here, but he still couldn't see the beginning and end of the incident through the fog. So, they could only leave sadly, just as they arrived quietly. And this small hill, which was unknown in the entire Tamriel continent, became calm again, as if nothing had happened.
…,…
Year 173, the Fourth Era.
Frost Moon.
The raindrops pattered on the red bricks covering the roof of the hut, like a deft hand beating a war drum. The hut is well made, like all Dwemer huts. Rainwater can never seep into the house, but it still cannot resist the dampness and coldness in the air. If the weather gets worse, the rain turns to snow, and the moisture and wind chill erode the old bones of Dandis Savius, making his body stiff even in his sleep.
However, this time, it was not the cold and wet weather that made the old farmer toss and turn. Maybe it's the disturbing news. Old Tangdis thought so.
The wars taking place in the distant imperial provinces of Cyrodiil and Hammerfell are now ongoing, and the truth and falsehood are unknown and spread throughout the border areas. Many people say that the war between the emperor and the elves has reached a fevered stage. In order to fight against those insidious and despicable elves, Emperor Maid II even dispatched a Nord army to fight in Cyrodiil in the south.
In the Hammerfell Province to the west, many cities belonging to the desert people were occupied by elves, and the war burned directly to Skaven City, which was close to the frontier territory.
As a result, the major lords of Skyrim Province were like rats set on fire, and began to vigorously recruit militia and troops in their respective territories. As a result, the entire sky began to become noisy. The shadow of war hangs over everyone.
Thinking that the country people who had been recruited by Lord Edmund were so excited that they were squeaking like fat snow rats because they saw the majestic city gate of Markarth for the first time. The corn and cabbage crops on the farms near Casbridge were ruined. The old farmer was so angry that he took up the manure fork at home more than once and wanted to duel with them.
Shure on top! May they never see the feast of their ancestors.
Old Tang Disi thought angrily.
He turned around. Next to him, his loving wife was sleeping soundly. The heavy farm work during the day prevented her from paying attention to her husband's unrealistic thoughts. The shrill wind outside the house was like a child's cry of pain.
The rain seemed to be falling harder.
Old Dandis keenly heard that the son next door, Rogatus Savius Jr., was talking confusedly in his sleep, seeming to be complaining about having to go to the city to serve the lord like other young men who were recruited.
A boy who doesn't know the heights of the world.
Old Dandis sneered. It seemed that the beating with the stick during the day was too light. Maybe breaking his legs will make him understand that the Savius family has been farmers since they moved to the frontier territory, and taking care of the crops in the world is what they should do. As for the war.
Old Tangdis turned over again even more irritably.
Today's young people always think that war is about their fighting and wrestling in the village, but with Shur at the top, how can it be so easy to enter Sungard. Only warriors who die bravely in battle are worthy of entering Sognard and staying with their ancestors forever. And including little Logatus, they are just stupid boys with stupid recklessness. After being fooled by those high-ranking nobles and lords, they foolishly risked their lives.
but.
Old Dandis didn't even know why he was thinking so much tonight. This was so un-Nord. The old farmer mumbled something vaguely, and his wife even turned around impatiently. Only then did Old Dandis calm down again. He thought of the news brought by the traveling traders and hunters from Old Haldane these days, saying that the Forsworn of the Spear of Khas seemed to have crawled out of their dirty, smelly caves, and they were coming from time to time. Come down from the mountain and rob passing pedestrians and caravans. But the noble men in the Shixia Fortress are still hiding in their towering and deep castle, drunkenly dreaming, playing with the singer, and don't care about the life and death of the people below.
Only a fool like little Logatus would think that serving the empire is an honorable thing. Old Tang Dis couldn't help but sighed, and the fatherly thought of beating his unsatisfactory son again came into his heart.
Suddenly, there was a thunderclap outside the house, which made the whole of Nairn rumble. It seems that Genet was using this to warn the Children of Skyrim about the sorrow and mourning of the coming era.
Old Dandis suddenly sat up.
wrong. He suddenly pushed his wife awake. Accompanied by rumbling thunder and howling wind and rain, there was a knock on the door that was neither light nor heavy. It was transmitted stubbornly and clearly to the back room, once, twice, um, a third time.
The wife immediately opened her eyes alertly and calmly touched the dagger on the pillow. It was a gadget she used to drive away wolves and some malicious people.
There was even a hint of smile in Old Tangdis's eyes.
"There's someone," he said. The old farmer got out of bed in the dark and picked up a big stick placed next to the table next to the bed. That was what little Logatus hated and feared the most.
The wife followed her husband and got out of bed.
The person outside the door seemed to be very patient, and the knocking on the door was rhythmic, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
The farmer and his wife looked at each other, feeling nervous and uneasy. In the darkness, only the fireplace, which had long been extinguished, still shone a faint light.
"Maybe we should open the door," the wife said. She listened carefully and found that the other party neither kicked the door nor shouted loudly. This was a bit too polite for the robber. And the guards in the city will not knock on the door in such a terrible weather, because they have already paid the taxes for this quarter. She couldn't imagine who would come here at such a time.
"This is not wise." Old Tangdis was not too willing. "Maybe it's some little thief trying to steal something that doesn't belong to them. Shure, they like to do evil in the dark! Get away! You are not welcome here! " he shouted.
But the other party didn't seem to hear him and was still knocking on the door gently.
Dodo dodo.
The old farmer and his wife even felt that the knocking on the door was so scary for the first time, as if it was the legendary Lady of the Night standing outside the door. She (or he) is huddled in the shadows, looking at the mortals in the room with her (or his) malicious eyes.
"Why don't you open the door?" Little Luogatus was also awakened. His blue eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, which was the reflection of the sparks in the fireplace, "Maybe it's just a traveler. Talos is above, Nord should not refuse a hungry traveler. Especially." It’s in such a horrible weather.”
As if hearing his voice, the knocking on the door became more urgent, but then calmed down.
Boom.
There was another thunder.
Old Dandis didn't even have time to slap his son's big mouth. His hand that clenched the wooden stick began to convulse, and sweat flowed from his forehead. For the first time, he felt that the city was too far away on his farm, otherwise the guards might notice the uninvited guests who appeared inexplicably at night.
"Leave!" he shouted. "We have axes and swords in our hands. We don't want to cause trouble, but we will if need be."
As if hearing his shout, the other party stopped. Silence once again fell over Savius Farm.
But the farmer's family became even more frightened. Before they thought about it, the other party had either left or was about to break in and commit some terrible evil.
But unexpectedly, the uninvited guest spoke.
"What did he say?" Old Tang Dis looked at his wife in confusion. His wife and son also looked at him with strange eyes.
"In any case, he has no ill intentions." Little Luogatus said decisively, looking at the wooden stick in the old man's hand with a hint of fear, "A thief will not speak in kind, and a thief will not communicate with you. He can only walk. Bards from all over the world speak some strange dialects, and most of them travel in the dark, just to save the cost of carriages, and everyone at the Silver Blood Inn says so."
Maybe little Luo Gatus's explanation was powerful enough, or maybe the old farmer felt that continuing this stalemate was not an option, and the other party had no intention of leaving at all. So, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to open the door.
Boom.
There was another thunder.
A sudden white light illuminated the world outside the door. Under the wind and rain, a tall figure stood at the door of the old Tandis family. The frightened faces of the old farmer and his family were reflected in the golden pupils.
…,…
Year 173, the Fourth Era.
Starry Night and Moon.
Wednesday.
Frontier Territory, Savius Farm.
Old Tang Dis was wearing a relatively shabby coat and barefoot, taking care of his cabbages in the vegetable field. The howling cold wind could hardly extinguish the hope for life in his heart. As he said, the Savius family has been dealing with the fields since they moved to the frontier territory. His father was like this, and so is he.
"Stop, it's time to eat." His wife's voice came from a distance, dispelling the coldness in his heart.
"When I die, my ancestors' feast can be eaten from dawn to dusk," he shouted.
"You old guy, Songard will not be open to you! If you don't eat now, you will never eat again." The wife was furious.
Old Tang Disi then stopped what he was doing angrily, wiped his feet carelessly, put on his bearskin shoes, and walked back.
"Where are Turka and little Logatus? Are they going to hunt bears again?" Dandis couldn't help but ask as he didn't see his son or someone in the house.
His wife served him potato and tomato soup, bear ribs, belladonna and a herring. The familiar scent made the old farmer swallow his saliva.
"Turka said that the Forsworn appeared in the east, and he had to go and see if they posed a threat." His wife wiped her hands on her apron and said worriedly.
Dandis paused.
