Oblivion - HellfireMartin cannot scream.More Like This
He tries with every breath, his lips swollen and parted in fear. He still can’t. No matter how hard he fights, how desperately he needs it — the book will not let him.
He should have been careful. He should always be more careful, he slowly reminds himself, somewhere from the haze of his pain. He should have worked at reasonable hours, after reasonable meals, but no — he had to stretch it to the impossible, as he always does.
He lets himself slip so easily, just too engrossed in his work to keep his distance. That is exactly when it happens.
The sequence of events is the same every time.
He ignores the growing pulse of the Daedric letters — it is not a certainty, and not new enough. He is tricked into believing it can be due to the late hour, as it usually is. It doesn’t really have to be one of the first signs.
He brushes it off, wishing for the best. He only has a few more seconds to stare at the Mysterium Xarxes, eyes unfocused and
Oblivion - CoronationDid he need that day to gain the eyes of a king?More Like This
To most people, he did. Not to me. He was no different when he spread newborn wings, when light showered on him from the skies. There was a gem shining on his chest, yes, outside of space and time — but the man I saw there, rising to the heavens, was still my modest friend.
The world is both unforgiving and blind. People cast quick judgement upon what they do not know. What matters most is the sight of blood and gold — they had to see him shine, clad in silk and rich garments, before praising his name.
They keep asking to hear how he was gone. They want me to tell how he burst in light, of the fire that raged in his divine form. None of them cares to imagine the man he was before.
All that matters to me is insignificant today, buried for good in the cold tomb of history. Yet, when he left our world, the details I cherish on my own were fiercely alive. I saw the same curve of his hands, the one I had so many times found on his
The Storm ApproachesMore Like This
In the imperial chambers at Cloud Ruler Temple, Martin Septim tried to sleep. He shifted on his back and closed his eyes but his mind churned on, going over that evening's events. It had started out as his evenings usually did those days: with talk of plans and strategies, reports from Blades bringing with news from across Cyrodiil, trying to inspire what little hope he could in those dark times...then there was her. Katarina had put forward an interesting theory on the possible significance of a passage from the Mysterium Xarxes the two of them had spent the better part of that week puzzling over but gradually, almost without him realizing it, the conversation took a different turn. For once, the ever-present race against the end of the world was put aside as they reminisced on happier times, sharing a a cup of wine together as two friends might. They let go of their worries, however briefly, content being themselves. Martin couldn't express what a relief that was: to be just M