She came that night, the vision began as normal with me wandering through a northern landscape of Juniper.
I was lost and alone, scrambling over rocks trying to escape a series of dead end gullies. I was frantic in a
fevered but frustrated search. The rocks were interminable and inescapable I could see as reached the top of
another gully. In the middle distance at the centre of a ravine she stood, with a large white bird balancing on her
left arm whilst her right arm beckoned me. I approached and she blessed me and laid her marble smooth palm
on my forehead. It was cool and clarity of thought returned, I knew in my dream that I was in a dream.
Then she spoke "Beorning it is time to prepare yourself to leave this cell. You've done well staying alive as I
asked. A ghostly man will appear to you, you will be awake and he is real. Listen to him. Follow his directions!
Hear me Beorning!"
I awoke to look at the dark, seeing, hearing and feeling no thing in the black of my cell. I blinked a few times
and thought of the dream and turned to try and go back to sleep. Even the frustration of the dream was better
than the reality of the cell. Beyond my eyelids a light... I opened my eyes to see a ghostly apparition of a man,
a scholar or sorcerer by the looks of him and I stared. It was the first man shape I'd seen in an age.
"Hello Dohvahkin I am from the island Artaeum, the Psijic Order, have you heard of us?"
He carried on before I could answer "It is time for you to leave here, I will get you out but then you are on your
own. Nod if you understand. Good!" He put his finger to his lips "I do not have time for any questions."
With that this mysterious wizard started an arcane motion. Starting at his head, moving to his arms. A
complicated swirling motion that ended with his hands splayed outwards with a vigorous push.
And with that I felt air, fresh salt laden air. A breeze coming from the corner of my cell. The apparation pointed towards the breeze and pushed me towards it. I could feel a large hole, big enough for me to fit into. I could feel a tunnel and wriggled into it. At my fighting weight I would never have fit in but now my hollow frame fit easily. The tunnel was round and smooth as though some giant underground creature had burrowed it, it sloped downward and I slid easily down. My speed picked up, faster and faster I slid until I couldn't halt my headlong rush without friction burning my thin skin.
Suddenly I shot out into nothing. I was outside, there was light and I was too shocked to scream. I fell vertically and splashed into water whilst my eyes were adjusting to the light. I surfaced, it was salt water... the sea. I bobbed on the surface blinking my eyes to adjust them. As they adjusted I could tell it was just dawn, there was a cliff behind me and a building on top. Nearby I could see something floating and I swam towards it, with a couple of weak strokes I reached a hand onto a tree trunk and hauled myself onto it. Lying down I straddled it and began to paddle away from the cliff and that land of Summerisle. I kept paddling until exhaustion hit me, the heat of the sun, the lack of food and water and the rocking of the waves meant I just held onto the tree.
Beorning stood up and looked at his saviours. In a formal manner he bowed saying "Beorning Wildfire and his kindred are at the service of you and yours through this life and the next." He offered his arm in the armclasp of an oath taken.
Epilogue
From then on Beorning worked on Otalo's farm and kept himself hidden, if he had to go to market he'd wear a full headscarf with his hair trimmed in the Redgaurd fashion, but his grey blue eyes betrayed his Redguard disguise. During this time he and Otalo became great friends. Over time the Wildfire's former strength and bulk returned, his beard and hair grew but after his experiences on Summerisle it grew back grey not with it's former chestnut brown colour. Timo and Otalo trained him in use of the famous Redguard curved swords, the sun had tanned his skin deeply.
During Frostfall of 4E200 rumours came to the farm of strange Altmer travellers behaving suspiciously, Otalo and Beorning headed out to investigate. They found the Altmer camp, sneakily crept up and listened to their discussion.... soon discovering they were definitely Aldmeri Dominion spies searching for something of importance to the Thalmor. When they heard the word Dovakiin that was enough, they crept away.
Beorning and Otalo talked long into the night, they agreed that Beorning must leave. The discussion then went around where he could go. Taking ship with Timo was one, but that would risk Timo and his ship. A return to Cyrodiil was the second, but the Imperial agreement with the Aldmeri Dominion would leave Beorning at risk. The only other option was to go back to his mother's homeland of Skyrim where Beorning would investigate the Stormcloaks. On a day late in Hearthfire Beorning took a pack, a sword and some leather armour and after a day's feasting with Otalo and his family he left the farm and strode northwards towards Falkreath into the land of cold and snow.
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