A/N: This may become a longer and more fleshed out prompt/fic at a later date as I find the concept interesting but for now since it's flash fic feb have a very short introduction into the idea :)
Prompt: Dreams Of Falling
Every now and then I have a recurring dream where I’m falling for no reason. Usually I’m falling into fire, or a never ending pile of ashes, and despite going to the ashlander wise women and other at least somewhat intelligent people I know there is no one who has been able to explain why.
Sometimes I think I’m falling into red mountain but every time before I hit the fire, or lava, or ash, I wake up startled and with a pounding heart and raging headache. Sometimes I even hear a strange voice beckoning me, or Nerevar, really, to come somewhere. A place where the strange voice says that destinies are made.
All the ashlander wise women have to say is that it has something to do with the Nerevarine prophecy, though they refuse to say much more than that. Of course I know the spirit of Indoril Nerevar lives inside me, why he or Azura chose me specifically is beyond me, but I guess a blind man makes a bit of a surprising hero at least when faced against an immortal devil like Dagoth Ur.
Perhaps some day when I find the courage, the time, and the ability to do so I will get to Red Mountain and face the lord of the sixth house at the place where destinies are made as he says, but not yet. I still have much left to do between discovering things for Caius Cosades, figuring out how to stop this Corprus disease from progressing any more with a bit of help from Fyr who has been working nonstop on some kind of medication for me, and uniting the ashlander tribes even further.
In the meantime I suppose I will slowly check off imaginary box after imaginary box on the list of prophecy goals, and continue to have strange dreams of falling into fire.
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