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JASH
An unfelt wind pummeled me through the area beyond any reality. It felt as though a flight of dragons was both pulling and pushing my soul where I didn’t want to go. If I had my eyes opened or shut, there was no difference to my surroundings.
My current path was through the area that belonged to no reality. So it was emptier than even the Void was. If Sithis were to look at this place it would send shivers down whatever he had in place of a spine. The only thing disturbing this emptiness was what looked like lightning. Those brief flashes must be how the different realities were still connected to each other.
If I could observe myself now would I appear like a bolt of lightning?
Suddenly my mind and body were assaulted by the ground. Due to the this being my plane of Oblivion, I knew that this was the base of the Mountain.
It took a moment for me to feel the physical sensation of pain. But when it overtook me, I felt a dependence on it. What could this pain of my bones being turned to powder ever compare to not seeing Alex Casey ever again? How could physical torment ever compare to the feeling of an emptiness deep in my soul?
With the help of this pain, I was able to focus on where my soul had to return to. The Thalmor still lived and breathed so fleeing Mundus wasn’t a possibility for me yet. I took a deep breath and slowly my soul returned to my corporeal form.
The sensation was uncomfortable and yet there was a pleasant warmth to it.
I realized I was back in my body when the warmth faded. There was heat but only the kind found in blankets and a mattress. My eyes opened to look directly into Sereana’s. How long had I been gone? It couldn’t have been long as, besides her, the room hadn’t changed much.
The journey back into my body had taken its toll on me. If it had been a gentler path then I could have easily realized I was back in Bloodchill Manor. As was, it felt like reading a text in a long forgotten language to come to the obvious conclusion.
“How long?” I struggled to ask as my voice cracked.
To me it felt like an eternity since my eyes last fell on Alex Casey.
“An hour.” Serena’s gentle voice answered.
She must have seen something in my eyes, heard something in my voice, as she bent over to embrace me. I wearily sat up and fell into her embrace as I began to cry. All my pain was finally let out and I knew that my life would be full of unending torment.
My immortal life.
I was glad that Serena didn’t judge me for acting like a hatchling. There was no dignity in my cries. If Hircine were to look at my tears he would confuse me for a dying animal.
A lesser man would start thinking about finding a way to ease the pain. But I knew the sickening truth: sometimes life created an emptiness in you that could be filled as easily as the Void.
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