A/N: Baby's first weird Nerevarine dreams :) The working title for this was "addicts, sleeper agents, and the devil, oh my!" but I thought I'd go with something more related to the prompt for the final title.
Prompt: Abnormal vision into future
I didn’t always have strange dreams, but ever since that night on the ship that had been taking me to Morrowind they pop up every now and then. At first I thought nothing of them, and just disregarded the dreams as an overactive imagination, it wouldn’t be out of the question, as a child I was always fond of playing pretend. One day I decide to bring it up to Caius Cosades, the man I’d been told to go to after being deposited at Seyda Neen and left to fend for myself having been released from Imperial custody. To this day I still do not know exactly why I was arrested, or deported, and my own personal theory is that I somehow angered Alessia Caro by accidentally stepping on her lawn. Caius is the spymaster for the Blades currently operating in the province and uses the disguise of a drunk and a skooma addict, though I am not entirely sure if it is all just an act anymore. Having returned to Balmora from my latest errand in Vivec City I explain to him my latest issue with the strange dreams. “Don’t tell anyone.” The spymaster tells me firmly, “The temple doesn’t like strange dreams. If you tell them, they think you’re crazy, and lock you up. Or they’ll think you’re a heretic, and also lock you up.” don’t mention the weird dreams, noted.
After doing more errands for the spymaster and his informants another strange thing happens as I wander the streets of Balmora late one night. A man I don’t recognize grabs me by the arm and tells me that he is a Sleeper, one among thousands and tells me about Dagoth Ur, the lord of the forgotten Sixth House and how he is sleeping but will soon wake again. The man calls me by name and tells me Lord Dagoth will be waiting for me at Red Mountain before letting me go and going on his way as if nothing were wrong. Looking around in confusion I attempt to quickly process the situation before running as fast as possible back to the little house where Caius lives, my heart beating so fast it feels like it might pop right out of my chest. The sudden entrance and slamming of the door startles the spymaster who had been attempting to sleep. I explain to him what happened talking so fast he has to slow me down at a few points just to understand what I’m saying, and as a courtesy lets me stay for the night. I’d rather sleep here than any of the inns on a typical day, and if there are sleeper agents and a long forgotten immortal and devilish lord on my tail there is no place I’d rather be than Caius’ tiny apartment filled with empty bottles and dossiers. That night I dream of ash and lava, and a strange figure in a mask. Ashlander wise women believe that dreams can be a window into the future. If that’s the case, why am I fighting the masked man, and why is he calling me Nerevar?
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