{"id":486,"date":"2024-01-31T02:43:21","date_gmt":"2024-01-31T02:43:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/?p=486"},"modified":"2024-02-16T16:12:01","modified_gmt":"2024-02-16T16:12:01","slug":"a-mothers-love-and-the-sword-of-destiny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/2024\/01\/31\/a-mothers-love-and-the-sword-of-destiny\/","title":{"rendered":"A Mother\u2019s Love And The Sword Of Destiny"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She rose, walked the way back down the path to Hrothgar. There she crossed back through the arch, to the doors, and stepped into the great hall. She found her way back into the heart of its chambers and what had once been the living quarters of the Greybeards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All was gone now, none but the echoes existed and what must have been some final act knowing that someday, someone would come who would need to know what special gifts they were blessed with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She continued until she came to the end of the quarters and there saw a book lovingly placed upon some fine cloth. As she approached it and look down, she saw a picture engraved on the front of its cover and the title of the book read, \u201cA mother\u2019s love and the sword of destiny.\u201d Thus, she had found who she now knew was her family.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1448\" height=\"1080\" src=\"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveSwordofDestinyv3.png\" alt=\"A Mother's Love And The Sword Of Destiny\" class=\"wp-image-487\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveSwordofDestinyv3.png 1448w, https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveSwordofDestinyv3-300x224.png 300w, https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveSwordofDestinyv3-1024x764.png 1024w, https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveSwordofDestinyv3-768x573.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1448px) 100vw, 1448px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She gently opened the book, staring at the photo for a long time. She then heard a voice speak to her, \u201cYou are from a line of kings and queens that were meant to sit upon the ruby throne for a millennium. Your blood flows with the line of Septims, Morgan, and Mede. You are Nord and Imperial. You are now she who will fulfill the legacy of our birthright, my blood, my husband\u2019s blood and our daughter, your mother. You are Dragonborn and hold the sword of destiny. Our story is now your story too. Go and find those who would stand with you against the betrayal of our people. Restore the hope promised for the golden age, restore the dragon fires of old, and find your destiny as it waits for you now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There was a pause, she sensed a conversation taking place in the beyond, then the voice said, \u201cWhen you have finished your work here, we will be waiting for you to welcome you back home.\u201d Silence filled the space again, she took the book and sat down to begin reading.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"523\" height=\"673\" src=\"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveInsideTitlev2.png\" alt=\"Rigmor of Bruma\" class=\"wp-image-492\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveInsideTitlev2.png 523w, https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AMothersLoveInsideTitlev2-233x300.png 233w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 523px) 100vw, 523px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She rose, walked the way back down the path to Hrothgar. There she crossed back through the arch, to the doors, and stepped into the great hall. She found her way back into the heart of its chambers and what had once been the living quarters of the Greybeards. All was gone now, none but &#8230; <a title=\"A Mother\u2019s Love And The Sword Of Destiny\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/2024\/01\/31\/a-mothers-love-and-the-sword-of-destiny\/\" aria-label=\"Read more about A Mother\u2019s Love And The Sword Of Destiny\">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":17,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-486","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\/486","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=486"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1086,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions\/1086"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleeplessprogrammer.net\/brainexpression\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}