She slowly rose, turned, and went through the doors of the tower. She made her way down the winding stairway to the courtyard. From there she walked to the arch and beyond that a raging storm of winds would rip away anything that tried to pass.
She pulled the words, “Lok Vah Koor.” A great force sprang forward from within her, and the way ahead was cleared. She began the last of the journey to the Throat of the World. She came across many other areas blocked by the winds along the way. Her voice flowed effortlessly though, without a need to recover before trying again.
Then she came to a place that was dark, the winds howled with dark intent and a swirling of ice flew within its realm. She closed her eyes and for some reason instead of using her shield and blade, she pulled the two-handed long sword from its scabbard on her back.
The swords blade was covered with runes of power, they pulsed with fire, and it licked the edge and air around it as if hungry for something to burn. As she entered the darkness, she saw it. An ice wraith unlike any she had seen before.
The flow of the dragon within her came alive and these two great forces moved to the dance of death where only one would come through it unsheathed. She heard a voice within her, “I am a mother’s love, the bane of all who would stand before you. I am the “Sword of Destiny” Will its force upon your foe.
With that the runes glowed, and the fire raged along its blade and with a final step she yielded its force to strike the dark entity that guarded the way. It struck with such ferocity, that when it died, there was a loud pop in the air and the sky cleared as well as the final way.
When she arrived at the top, there was a dragon wall ahead, and along its stone she saw more runes of power burning bright. She heard voices now as she came closer to it.
There they sang out in the voices of those whose had flew the sky above and within and as she walked forward through a swirl of light, she felt the flow of time become unordered, without structure and knew she was becoming attuned to the time wound, left there from a past age.
She sensed it was always meant to be, “Maybe, this could be used to help heal this shattered land.” She arrived at the dragon stone. The voices continued to sing around her.
Then she heard a new voice, one who spoke directly to the Dovah of her spirit, “QETHSEGOL VahRUKIV KiiR JUN JAFNHAR WO LOS AG NahLaaS NaaL YOL DO LOT DOVah LODUNOST” Within her she heard, “This commemorates the child king Jafnhar who was burned alive by fire of the great dragon Lodunost. It is Yol or Fire, a word to burn away what stands before you.”
Next, she heard, “AESA WahLaaN QETHSEGOL BRiiNahii VahRUKT THOHILD FIN TooR WEN SMOLiiN AG FRIN OL SahQO HeiM” Translated to, “Aesa raided (this) stone for (her) sister, Thohild the Inferno, whose passion burned hot as (the) Red Forge. Toor or Inferno, a word to rage hot the fire of your passion.”
Then there were the final words, “HET Mah HERFODR SHUL-KRiiD SahROT
KONahRIK DO LUMNaaR DO KRENT HahNU. Here fell Herfodr, Sun-Slayer, mighty warlord of the Valley of Broken Dreams. Shul or Sun, to clean new the way before you. Together they are Fire Breath.
There was a brief silence then she heard, “I sense you already know the way to our existence, look within time to find us, once you are ready for that journey. Until that time comes and your journey is ready for you to return home, this is my final lesson to one who is Dovah.