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(Part 1)
Not much is known about the past of Mirren and Miranda. Maybe they were the long lost Prince and Princess of Sumrset Isles to so, the known remaining survivors of Queen Ayrenn’s bloodline for others, the "Sisters of Death" for those who operate underground, or the "Labours of phala" for most of the public.
Yet one thing none knew about them, one particular thing that was never revealed to anyone. They were soone else, they were sothing else.
Trying to get an answer from them... or in this case, "that"... trying to get an answer, either way, was a ntal hurdle on its own.
From the outside, it looked like the two has fused together... which was actually the case. This being, that is in their place, carries not just their appearance but also a similar magical signature yet not quite it. Jon could tell.
Isha was looking at whoever the two fused to be. Sothing that both Mirren and Miranda wished to avoid for so reason but now, both her and Jon were just looking at them silently.
"Just tell what is going on." Isha spoke to Jon.
"I am not quite sure myself. Ever since we were at Sentinel, things were quite... chaotic in my head. All of a sudden, I have so much to do yet not enough ti. Every idea in my head is bumping with the other." Jon complained with a long sigh.
"I don’t care what is going on with your head, Jon. You’ve always been the crazy fella so just get a hold of yourself and do sothing about them." Isha stood up violently and kicked Jon by his thigh, "Mirren is all that is left to . He is the last line that keeps sane."
Isha’s words were not pained but ca from her core.
"I know. Mirren is my friend and Miranda is my family. They are not in any danger, Isha... actually, they are safer like that. Who knows what the coming fight holds for us." Jon said as he pointed at that Elf.
Isha sat down beside Jon again with a face full of loneliness.
"I just need him with ." She said.
"He is."
That Elf that ca with Jon soti earlier was identified as what has beco of Mirren and Miranda. Sothing logic can’t explain.
The Elf was sitting with Nefertiti and Beth who took an instant liking on whatever he or she is. Jon referred to the Elf by "it" aning that he wasn’t sure of what to call... it.
Innocent and full of energy, the Elf played with the girls as if he had the sa ntal age but from the previous conversation it had with them, Jon was certain that the Elf was way wiser and knowledgeable than anything he ca across.
"Just tell ... how it went down?" Finally, Isha was composed enough to ask the right question.
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"Who are you? Where are Mirren and Miranda?"
Awakened from his shock, Jon aid his staff at the Elf. The others around Jon reacted right after him and took cover behind Jon save for Aela who was glaring daggers at whoever that was.
"I... an... no harm."
Tranquil and ethereal, the Elf spoke in a voice that can’t be described as tensed or frustrated. He or she was very calm and composed.
The voice was soothing and the tone was peaceful. It made the other, even Jon, put down the hostile airs and heave a long breath. The situation cald down as fast as it heated up.
"I... I don’t get it. Is this the Blessing of phala? You guys... you fuse together?" Jon started to see sense and took a step forward halting at the doorstep of the Ansei Wards Hall.
"The Blessing? Oh! Right... I... I sotis forget. It... it has been a long ti since I made that pact with phala." The Elf said in even a calr voice than before, slow and peaceful.
It was so innocent... so pure. If Jon was the man who controls the embodint of ever major sin then the Elf in front of him was the complete opposite and even much more. The Elf was virtuous to the point that took Jon, only Jon, by a storm of feelings.
"Just what in the world?" Jon shook his head banishing all the strange ideas.
"Call Myr."The Elf said.
"Myr?"
"Mirren, Miranda... Myr."
The Elf, or rather Myr, pointed out the similarities between the three nas. Jon felt the irony in the naming and smiled with a face still realizing it slowly for even he was overwheld.
"All the Magic I learned, all the knowledge I hoarded... yet I find myself but a toddler in front of the mists of Fate." Jon said.
His words sounded strange but he surely must have understood sothing.
"I don’t see through you." He said.
"Hm?" Myr tilted his/her head montary before gazing aside and smiling innocently.
"I don’t an it."
"I know."
The words were exchanged based on a certain degree of understanding between the two so Jon found no reason but to get this over with.
"King Abbas." Jon spoke and turned to the King who was recovering from his daze, "There is a lot going on. Aside from your politics and care for your treasures, I find nothing but to give you a promise. I promise you to return the Wards but as the situation escalated, we are in a hurry. In three days, the Crimson Ship will arrive near the coast of Hegathe, a swarm of Plague Husks, Undead, and all manners of Monstrosities conjured by the Cult of the Black Worm will attack us, it may or may not involve the Reincarnation of the Worm King Mannimarco and maybe so involvent of so malevolent Daedric Princes. Call it Doomsday or whatever but as my mind is very occupied right now, I will be forced to leave the mundane things to you. Aela, gather the Imperials and the Redguard to et us beyond the sands of Alik’r in two days and two days only."
Jon was no longer roleplaying the Nomad or pretending to be the idiot. If he was to let the situation be clung on the appearance of the mysterious Myr for long, precious ti will be lost.
"I will, stay safe." Aela nodded not asking much.
"Wait! Hold on... I don’t understand. Mannimarco? The King of Worms? The Crimson Ship? Why?" The High and Mighty King Abbas lost his composer hearing the words Jon said.
It was understandable. No King in the World would want to hear the na of the King of Worms in his turf, let alone the Crimson Ship and the husks it brings.
Jon, on the other hand, had no ti to lose. He still had to wield the Shehai of a Sword Saint and gain the acknowledgnt sohow. He also had less than three days to fully awaken the [Ebony Blade].
Aela held back the King and with rely one hand and stared at Jon as he entered the room with Myr.
"I have a lot to ask you but now, I trust that you won’t fail ." Jon said to Myr.
"Of course. From what I recall, we are quite the intimate couple and even best friends."
"Ugh! You are giving a shrink here!"
"Oh, worry not! I am asexual."
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"You told the King to handle everything... just like that?" Isha wondered.
"It was his role, to begin with. Why do I have to hold everyone’s hand?" Jon said with an annoyed face.
"And the Ansei Wards?"
"I took one and Myr took the other. It wasn’t even hard."
"Whatever! All that aside... Myr... he is Miranda and Mirren fused. Like the Blessing of phala they always refused to talk about? That’s its effect? It makes them one stronger person?" Isha asked.
"Does it?" Jon wondered.
Isha had a bad feeling about Jon’s reaction and stared at him closely.
"Jon, whatever is going on, we can’t let go of them. It has been the four of us since the start. Only four of us? What are you not telling ?" Isha shook Jon.
"I’m not letting go, you dumb fool." Jon hit her hard on the head without hold back. "Whatever is going on, there is only one way to get a clear understanding of this. Let’s ask him... or her. Goddammit!"
Still confused the two let out a sigh and looked at Myr who was laughing innocently without any care in the world. It was as if his background was full of rose petals and butterflies.
"You can see it too?" Isha asked.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jon said, "Hey, Myr. A word!"
He called for Myr who was playing among Nefertiti and Beth, Myr heard him and smiled even brighter then stood up and ca running towards them.
Just before Myr could reach Jon and Isha, it stumbled in its steps and staggered down falling on its face.
"Ouch!"
The two closed their eyes and let out a sigh in unison before standing up and giving him a hand. As Myr was pulled up, he stood happily and hopped on the two laughing and hugging them at the sa ti.
"Sowwy! Haha!"
Looking at Jon as she was being hugged, Isha had a dangerous look on her face telling Jon that this is mostly his ss to sort out.
"I know a good Tonal Frequency that can be produced by [Sunder]. If we can direct it to the head, we can bring back Miranda and Mirren but I’m not sure of the consequences." Jon offered the most instant solution he could co up with.
"Shut the fuck up." She returned the insult to him and pushed away Myr.
"Look at the ss you made of your face. Be careful when you run." She spoke to Myr while cleaning its face and hair from the sand.
"Sorry. I was excited. This is fun!" Myr said so purely.
"What is fun?" Jon asked.
"This... last ti I went out, it wasn’t easy to understand. Humans, Elves, and Beasts... people, in general, don’t treat well." Myr said while looking down with a wry smile.
Isha looked at Jon telling him "act nice if you want to save ti". Jon sighed in return and spoke.
"People, in general, are hard to deal with." Jon said.
"I know, right?" Myr related right away.
"Yes, they are assholes." Jon continued taking his side.
"... I don’t see any point of similarities between people and anuses." Myr said with a questioning face.
"..." Jon closed his eyes, "It is my turn to miss Mirren now. He was great when it ca to exchanging insults."
Jon lanted his friend and Isha decided to take matters into her hands.
"Can you explain to what’s going on?" She asked.
"What’s going on?" Myr wondered.
"I’m not talking to you. You are both useless." Isha was fed up by the Jon and Myr and looked at Beth.
"Why ?" Beth asked.
"From what I’ve seen so far, only the brat with tattoos have all the answers." Isha went after Beth who hid behind Nefertiti.
Nefertiti in return spread her arms to block Isha from catching her bestie.
"Adorable!" Isha wasn’t taking no for an answer, she held Nefertiti by her head and Beth as well, "Now speak!"
To Isha’s shout, Beth felt sohow offended to be forced to work and snorted with an attitude, only when Isha squeezed her head did she speak.
"Okay, okay... I’ll tell you what I know. I’ll tell you."
Isha put her down and she started to speak.
According to what she knows, Myr is a High Elf, neither a man or a woman. It was to be born as a normal child many years ago but so outside interference created it.
"Created it? I don’t get it." Isha felt heavy on her chest.
"The Blessing of phala. It creates duality." Jon said.
"What?" Isha questioned.
"Indeed." Beth agreed.
"What do you an?" Isha asked. "Where are Mirren and Miranda in this story?"
Jon looked at Myr as his theory was finally confird by Beth.
"I was afraid but it is true. A strange offspring you are, Myr. Tell , do you prefer to be addressed as a male or a female?" Jon asked.
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(Part 2)
Myr gazed aside on the ground as the question was a bit private to him but feeling the urge from those who are around, he spoke.
"I prefer to be addressed as a female but I don’t mind being addressed as male." He said.
"Fine. Let’s address Myr as a she or a he... it sounds like the Daedric Prince Boethiah who takes aspects of male and female but it is more like the Daedric Prince phala and her anticipation Vivec who prefers being Androgynous." Jon nodded.
"Is that even possible?" Isha questioned.
"Yes, the fusion made it possible." Jon nodded, "But make no mistake, the fusion is not Mirren and Miranda becoming one... it is Mirren and Miranda... returning to what they are."
Jon revealed sothing that was heavy on his mind and feared its possibility.
Isha, whose mind was not ready for this, slowly descended on the ground and sat down speechless.
Mirren and Miranda were not even themselves all this ti, they were one person and that is Myr. The [Blessing of phala] wasn’t inactive all the ti but rather always active creating two Aspects of Duality, Mirren and Miranda.
Isha looked up and quested "Why?" in an inaudible voice. Jon shook his head not knowing how to explain things further. Once he turned to Beth, her answer was rather more disappointing.
"The Bloodline Myr hails from is the bloodline of the most Ancient Altr Family, the royal family Aldri. They are the purest blood of all Elves and the closest to the Elder Elves, the Aldr. A certain deviation happened to the blood when Queen Ayrenn Arana Aldri, founder of the first Aldri Dominion, was born making her immune to Fate, Fate is what binds the creature to the World and thus, Queen Ayrenn was Unforeseen. She could have ascended from the World the mont she was fully grasping the potential of her power. She didn’t need all the struggle mortal needs to go through to return to Aetherius. Myr is the strongest blood after Queen Ayrenn but as the Unforeseen Blood is immune to Fate, no one can ever Divine them through prophecy. I am completely useless here."
Beth had a very sophisticated explanation about Myr’s state and added, "If you want to know more, ask Myr."
Under the pressure of Isha’s and Jon’s gazes, Myr felt the urgency to talk. Crouching down in front of Isha, Myr looked at her eye to eye and held her face.
"You know... I love you. I love you the sa way Mirren loved you."
Myr’s warm smile touched Isha who leaned her head forward, Myr held her up close and turned to Jon.
"I love you as well."
Jon snorted at first then started laughing.
"You totally ruined the gay scene I had in mind." Jon said and sat on the ground as well.
In the middle of the core area of the HoonDing Alliance Camp on the Edge of the Alik’r Desert, Myr started to tell a story that started over 182 years ago.
The story started with so High Elf prisoners who were mbers of the Altri Royal family which fell to ruin after the Thalmor Uprising that started on 4E 22. The Royal Family that was on the run for many years and thought to have escaped was caught in Hamrfell, Sentinel during the Night of the Green Fire in year 4E 42.
At that ti these prisoners were a man and a woman who were to be the next King and Queen of Sumrset. Their nas were forgotten in history but according to the Thalmor, they are the purest blood of the Altr, if cultivated, they can be transford back to Aldr, Elder Elves.
The Thalmor at that ti had many goals but as Elves, they sought out the return to their Original Ho way before Sumrset or Alinor, they wanted to return to Aldris where those Elves, who fell from favor becoming the low form they call Altr, can attain their forr glory and beco Aldr once again. They only needed an Aldr to lead the way back.
Aldris, also known as Old Aldris and Old Ehlnofey, is the mythical lost continent from which the Elves are said to have originated. What befell Aldris after the Aldr left it is an enduring mystery. So claim that the angry gods of the Aldr sank the land into the sea, others that Aldris has left Mundus altogether and will not return until the races of r are reunited. The legends were unreliable so they wanted to return to the source by recreating an actual Aldr.
Those Altr man and woman whose blood was most pure were forced to undergo experints by infusing Magicka and Souls to their spiritual roots in brutal ways but as the sources were not enough, the Thalmor researchers were forced to look for an alternative source of power and that was when one of them suggested using the Energy of the most hated enemy of Elves to cultivate those two purebloods.
The Energy of Jode and Jone or the ones commonly known as the moons Masser and Secunda; the celestial objects that, if one believes the Myth, are the actual corpse of the Traitor Spirit of Creation, Lorkhan.
As the experint took such a turn, the Thalmor took the two prisoners to Elswyer exactly in the most important Temples of the Moons where the Khajiit worship the Moons.
There, an access to the Lunar Energy was created and that energy was used to cultivate the man and woman to turn them into Aldr.
Yet it was impossible, the pair were quite old already over a hundred years old each even though it is quite youthful for High Elves. No matter what, the two were impossible to mutate back into Origin... but sothing else was... an infant!
A tender piece of flesh with a soft enough soul to undergo any change and thus, the pair were forced to breed under the watchful eyes and the stinging whip of a Thalmor Justiciar and by the year 4E 98, the woman was impregnated and separated from the man.
She was put into a Magical Coma and was cared for extensively to safeguard the baby inside here but the Thalmor were not the type to waste ti on a Child to be born, the experints were kicked off once again on an unborn baby.
Cultivating the Bloodline, enhancing the soul, empowering everything there is to be. This child was being genetically enhanced by every magic there is to create sothing beyond normal, to create not just an Aldr but the most perfect Elf ever existed.
The energies of the two moons were drained on a massive scale as the experint was succeeding in every aspect there is but there was a side effect that happened on the moons.
They disappeared.
The Moons of Tamriel disappeared one night from the sky without any notice, this started in the sa year of 4E 98 and the event known as the [Void Nights] started from 4E 98 to 4E 100.
Two years the moons kept hidden from the world to mutate a child that was to be the future of all Elves, the one who returns them to their Ho Aldris, their prophet and ssiah as the Thalmor believed.
In those two years, that baby was enhanced in every way possible and the Thalmor ignored the fact that all Mortals are flawed. Their twisted imagination allowed them to think that an Aldr is the most perfect being under Aetherius, the most beautiful, the most powerful and the most exalted there is. They thought if the Aldr were given the chance, they would have been able to reverse the creation and ascend back to Aetherius.
The arrogance and the vanity of the Thalmor were what created this being they wanted to attribute to their Origin being r (Elves) so the child was called Myr, the genderless infant who was to be the God they would worship when it reaches power.
Years passed for Myr to beco but a child raised by a group of extremists. They wanted to teach him things about their way but... that child was already knowledgeable since the day a child could speak. It was a miracle that boosted their arrogance a mile... but the thing is, this child was too knowledgeable.
Truths that should never be known, ugliness about the world, lies, and deceit. The Child who was created to be the most pure of all things hated each and everything the people around him stood for yet how can a flawless creation such as Myr co to act upon hatred, he was simply incapable too. He was... flawed.
Myr sought out salvation of his flaws, Myr sought out to be ordinary and one day when he was gazing at the reflection of moonlight cast on the sea at a shore near one of the most dazzling palaces in Alinor, he just spoke.
"Haven’t you been watching ... for too long?"
To the question Myr asked to thin air, thin air proved to have answers.
"And what do you want to do? You can unhear my whispers, you can refuse my calls, you can unthink of your surroundings and I won’t appear to you. So you talk! So you finally have a wish!"
The answerer asked him what he wants.
"End ."
"I can’t."
"I know."
Myr’s wish was to never exist.
"Your ideas are simple, you are still taking the form of that child you are, you are free of form, gender, and Fate itself. Why don’t you co to Oblivion? Be one of us?" The voice asked.
"It is lonely." Myr said.
"Us? The Daedric Princes? Lonely?" phala was fed up with gas.
"Yes, very lonely. Don’t be offended, loneliness is my craft. I never knew a thing or a one. I just... I don’t want to be lonely anymore. Can you make that happen?"
"I can be around you."
"I don’t want you."
"Oh! You are breaking my heart."
phala took all forms that can sway even the coldest of hearts. Won of all sorts, n of all kinds, children, pets, creatures but Myr was unfazed by any.
But one thing moved Myr and it was as if the world showed sothing Myr never thought off, it was when phala split into two, a male and a female.
Myr’s eyes widened and he looked at his two hands, Myr wanted desperately to be... sothing more.
"Is that so? You like... that?" The pair, that is phala in front of Myr’s eyes, questioned in surprise.
"... Yes." Myr couldn’t think of a better solution.
"How simple!" phala returned to the form she preferred, a woman with spider-like features.
"Will you?" Myr asked.
"I will... but you owe ."
Since that night, sothing changed about the whole being that is Myr for the curiosity of phala was drawn to the being that has no string attached around him whatsoever, the strings that phala feeds on which are the bonds of mortals.
But that night was not just the night when Myr fulfilled a dream of his but was also the night when the faction of the Thalmor that created him fell to another faction of Thalmor over a power struggle.
That night, an Altr Ancestor known as the White Lady ca to the palace where Myr lived and looked for the last heir of Alinor only to find two twins sleeping in each others’ arms.
Mirren and Miranda were taken by the White Ancestor to Elswyer to be raised away from all struggles with the secret of Myr dying in the drainage of history for too long.
Since then, Myr erged a few tis and each ti, parts of Myr crumble for Myr always ant to be Mirren and Miranda, the perfect form of the most flawed mortal ever created.
"An Aldr?" Isha wondered.
Myr gazed away with a wry smile not confirming the truth.
"Not just an Aldemr." Jon denied it, "An Ehlnofey."
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[Lore Term]
- Ehlnofey : The faded descendants of the Aedra who walked Tamriel, as well as the ancestors of n and r.
- Void Nights : Exactly two years from 4E 98 to 4E 100, the two moons around Nirn disappeared for a mysterious reason unknown to the general public causing a big impact on the moon-worshing Khajiit whose very biology is affected by the moons. The Aldri Dominion claid that they managed to return the moons using ancient magic causing Elsweyr to leave the Empire and join the Dominion.
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