The doors were unlocked as she entered these sacred halls of the Greybeards. She walked forward towards a large chamber where there were runic symbols burned on the floor. They began to burn brighter with their own inner flame as she approached them.
Then it began, a chorus of words filled her mind, she heard voices all around her but saw no one there. They were like echoes from the past, all singing as she approached the blazing symbols. She felt forced to her knees before its power.
She heard in her mind, “Fus is the first word. It is known as Force and will help you bend your inner will to a force, Ro is for Balance, a way to focus your inner will towards something, and Dah or Push is the final word. It will allow you to push away anything you do not want to reach you. Together, ‘Fus, Ro, Dah’ is an ‘Unrelenting Force’ able to push aside anything or anyone that stands in your path.”
All around her she heard voices she recognized, some she didn’t, “The prophecy that had foretold was now fulfilled, the line of kings and queens of the dragon blood shall be restored, this shattered age shall pass, as Dovah, the Dragon of this Age takes upon her the mantel of ‘The Way Of The Voice’.”
She felt her blood boiling from within. A great force came flowing out of her forcing her to raise her head towards the open air above. She heard herself say, “Fus, Ro, Dah” and a great force indeed went forth and the foundations of the world shook, the stone from the ceilings and walls around her were cracked from its power and she knew then, that she had in part discovered something profound, something different this time. She sensed that with her, the words of the Dovah would flow like a stream or a crushing wave.
She then stood by strength of will and walked towards another set of doors. She was feeling a bit light headed from all that had just occurred. When she opened the doors, she looked upon a great courtyard, and there between two pillars and before a gate were more blazing symbols calling to her.
She approached them, she heard the voices again, this time clearer, and she thought she heard others above her, speaking in the tongues of dragons but she saw nothing before her eyes only with her mind, like before.
She heard the words again teaching her, becoming part of who she was, “Wund, which means Whirlwind to push yourself forward at great speed, Nah or Fury, with which to stir the air around you so that it allows you to pass through anything in your path. The last was Kest or Tempest, the storm of your speed spinning away time and space before you. Together they are’ Whirlwind Sprint’ a ‘Thu’um’ that will rush you forward, carrying you in its wake with the speed of a tempest.
The words settled into her blood and into her being. She didn’t feel the compulsion to declare them as she had the others. She explored the courtyard more and discovered as she approached a tower with an open arch and a whirling, howling, mist, and wind beyond it another set of burning runes.
She was beginning to feel really dizzy now, weakened by the process of learning all these words of power. She heard a voice say to her, “Lok or Sky. The word that yields the winds before you. Vah or Spring. In it you can calm the storm before you. Koor or Summer. It will clear away any fog or inclement weather.
Together these make up the words of power of Clear Skies. With it the winds and weather yield before you” There was a rush of wills that came upon her. She felt so weak and knelt with head bowed in silence attempting to recover herself.
Then she heard a lady’s voice that said, “These words will clear the way before you. You must first go to the top of the tower and meditate on what has happened here. Afterwards, you must use the new words of power to clear the path to the ‘Throat of the World’ where you will learn more about your destiny.”
She stood up slowly, still unsteady from all that had happened to her on this day. She felt numbed to the core by it all. She didn’t even think she was thinking much anymore, just acting on instinct.
She followed the instructions and made her way into the tower and climbed the winding stairs to the top. There was a small courtyard of sorts and an open spot before her. She walked forward then knelt. She understood, this is where she was to meditate. To contemplate the deeper meanings of what had occurred that day.
She meditated in silence and despite the cold, the exhaustion of having so much happened to her, she felt at peace with herself, almost whole again. Then the lady’s voice spoke to her once more.
“When you return from the ‘Throat of the World’ go to the living quarters of the Greybeards, there you will find a book sitting at the end, this will be the final chapter to help you fulfill your destiny.”
She knelt in silence but then asked, “May I ask you who you are?” There was silence, then a voice said gently, almost sadly, “My girl, our family, you are of our blood, you are she who will complete the fulfillment of the age. That which was promised before the betrayal of that covenant of the last one. Go now, there will be food, a place to bathe if you would like, and warm beds and clothing to rest through the night. You are safe here in this sacred place. Know that we watch over you and are always here with you.”
