A/N: The idea of Lucien being aware of from the void but not actively participating in the final battle and showing up to the confusion of the HoK and others who would be aware of him after its over is a thought that came to me in the small hours of the morning so lets run with it before it becomes nights of the 9 crusade time followed by maybe a descent into madness.
Prompt: What a tale we have been in, haven’t we?
It’s over, the crisis is over. Mehrunes Dagon has been sent back to the realm from which he came and Martin stands immortal forever as a stone dragon at the site. The city remains a clamor with ruins and panicking people running amok. Amid the chaos it is strangely silent as the ash and sulfur hang in the air with a heavy fog. That silence is broken only by tired pants of Blades agents struggling to regain their focus and grieve their now lost emperor. Baurus and I stand among the fiery ruins silently processing the events of the battle, neither wishing to speak, as we have nothing worth saying at the time. Jauffre I spot on the opposite side of the now former battle field, kneeling before the stone dragon. While I cannot see clearly across the distance it seems like he is talking to himself, perhaps hoping in vain it will hear Martin, wherever it is Martin’s consciousness is now. Perhaps he is apologizing for what happened? This was not meant to happen, none of this was meant to happen. Baurus and I continue watching quietly as Jauffre kneels there and the others mill about lost in the haze. The scene is a combination of total calm and total chaos simultaneously existing. What was once a thriving center of civilization has been reduced to rubble and ruin that will likely take ages to rebuild, if one can ever fully repair it, as the architectural techniques have been lost along with their inventors to the ages. Amidst the silence with only the wind blowing I sense something I have yet to in awhile, a familiar presence and turning to my right find Lucien standing there- dressed in his now typical spectral attire. “What a tale we have been in, haven’t we?” he says, observing the aftermath of the battle. I go to say something, but am rendered speechless due to a combination of shock at his presence considering he missed the battle, and confusion at his casualness. He is right in his observation, at least, we have been in quite a tale…and then at that thought an uneasy feeling takes over, something tells me this tale is not quite over, but instead is only just beginning.
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