{"id":435,"date":"2024-01-30T15:54:11","date_gmt":"2024-01-30T15:54:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/?p=435"},"modified":"2024-02-19T02:42:31","modified_gmt":"2024-02-19T02:42:31","slug":"the-portent-of-vision","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/2024\/01\/30\/the-portent-of-vision\/","title":{"rendered":"The Portent of Vision"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Overwhelmed, she stood up and went out the door. She soon came to an overlook that allowed her to look upon an empty land for the most part, except for all the elves. They were the only race she saw and were now working the fields and farms and guarding the way into Whiterun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She made her way down and across the rocks and streams. She felt it would provide her with the best cover. She was coming up the line of the water and rocks when a Dominion regular spotted her. It wasn\u2019t long before she found out how wrong her assumption had been. The soldier raised an alarm to join her in hunting down this spy from one of the unconquered lands. She let loose her arrow and then another. Both struck with a thud and the soldier fell dead.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\"Death<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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She should be able to get closer to the city itself and discover if it held the same portent as what she had already witnessed. A land not held by the \u201cSons and Daughters of Skyrim\u201d but one where the \u201cDominion had conquered and ensured some tainted vision of a future where elves would rule the lands of Tamriel once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, she was thrown into a running battle. She moved with a speed and grace she didn\u2019t know she was capable of. The arrows flew from her bow and struck the intended targets with deadly accuracy.  She could hear others in the city being aroused by the noise outside the gates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The battle made it way to a nearby field where she defended her position with blade and shield. Her bashing clanged like a smithy\u2019s hammer on the forge and the steel of their swords met and sparks flew from the force of those strikes.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\"Running<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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At the end of the short battle four elves lay dead in the farmer\u2019s field. She was confused as she collapsed to the ground crying out from within, \u201cWhy, two of these were farmers. Why did they attack me too? How much hate can one nation have for others?\u201d She paused then screamed to herself, \u201cI didn\u2019t want this, not this death.\u201d Silence fell amongst them and all that could be heard was the call of the wildlife from the nearby forests.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\"I<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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She thought quietly, \u201cshe had seen enough; it was time to make her way carefully back to her place of refuge so she could clean herself up and recover from what she had discovered.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She paused, taking in the surrounding area, and deciding on moving back up past the old empty brewery. She thought to herself, \u201cI can pick up the trails that led to where she was staying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dream had been correct, she was going to need something beyond strength of body and will. It would take something or others to join her to provide an edge against so many.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Overwhelmed, she stood up and went out the door. She soon came to an overlook that allowed her to look upon an empty land for the most part, except for all the elves. They were the only race she saw and were now working the fields and farms and guarding the way into Whiterun. She … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":3,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-435","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-shattered"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=435"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1093,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435\/revisions\/1093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=435"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=435"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=435"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}