บท 13: The Temple of Ouranos
We were leads through a hallway, as hundreds of guild staff paced back and forth, talking in a hush, relaying order and stuck to their tables with a mountain of paperwork.
Library, offices behind the wall of glasses we passed. The building was even bigger than the looks on the outside.
Click.
Click.
The sound of footsteps changed as we touch no longer white marbles, but stone after descending down a few stairs. Magic-lamp posted along walls, even then, the hall still dimly lit because of how enormous is it.
The male guild worker from before, bow their head in respect after we descended off the stairs.
"Please, you can follow this path and you'll go to the Ouranos Temple."
Nodding our head, we trudged the stone floors. Despite the darkness, the place wasn't damp like some kind of old and ancient temples but warm instead. Floors were actually well-kept, and the wall clean from any dust and spider web.
I peeked to the side, the Goddess beside me.
Her eyes set forward, but no doubt she held me a few questions after this. I only told her a few bits, and a clue about my connection to this world, and my mutual friend. She gives an impression of a hard-worker scholar and easily-intrigued by many things. Judging how she always asked every little thing in the hideout, granted, almost the concept there is alien to her, or this world.
She's an intelligent one, and I will put my trust in her. We'll be together from now on, and I'm sure the contract is not taken for light.
After trudging a few corridors, a turn here and there but mostly we follow the largest hall. We've arrived at a large door.
A booming voice but soft enough inviting from the inside, "Come in."
We looked at each other and pushed the door together.
A man that sat on the throne, was the first impression the large room gave to us.
No magic lamp inside, only four crackles of brazier pit that surrounding the throne with a dim light.
I must say, Ouranos or I presumed, the man that sits on the throne did work hard to create a vibe of the mysterious ruler of Orario. We hardly see his figures, but my natural ability ensures I can see darkness as bright as day outside.
He wore an unimpressive set of simple robes and his greying hair covered by a hood. But it didn't diminish his presence, but magnitude the fold of sheer impression it gave to us.
He's the first, to bless the mortal with Falna.
He's fervent, to help the mortal finishing the lid known today as Babel tower.
He's the gray one, choosing to bless his children with political power instead of Falna, the guild.
He's the torchbearer, praying for a thousand years deep in the dark recesses of his temple, so no monster may pour and harm the innocents no more.
At least that's what I read from the book, scrolls, and Fels words.
"You've come."
Like the impression, he gave us, as expected he is not a person of many words.
Hopefully, he only preferred things to be straightforward and not to speak in riddles.
"Long time no see, Gramps."
The goddess crossed her arms, and greet the god in a throne, like an old acquaintance. The familiarity is still there.
"Ereshkigal, as reckless as ever."
Ouranos too acknowledged the Goddess presence but there's an underlying tone of amusement in his voice. Hopefully, it's not directed to me or my situation. I hate that omen.
She grunted over his response, before moving on to the issue.
"Then, what do you need of us?"
"Your child, I have some matters with him."
"He's not my child… my partner."
She stuttered in the middle, which made me think if there's any imply I didn't catch about it. Ugh, too many variables, I should read first before accepting it.
"I see, you made a contract with him."
The God nodded in acceptance, and a muffled chuckle could be heard beside us. The goddess only tilted her head as she too didn't know the implication.
"Fels, why are you laughing?"
I turned my face, and know too well of the source of the voice.
"Please do apologize for my unsightly appearances, but a contract is very sacred. And you're only a few recipients that managed to do so."
I cranked my head to the goddess, "What did he mean by sacred?"
She answered with a sure tone, "Of course, it's a bond of partnership. The contract is not manufactured anymore since God can grant Falna instead, and now only signified a symbol and as a contract of Braves in the past between god or spirit."
Why I felt there's something more to it other than a 'symbol' and that she misunderstood something.
Crackle.
The wood cracked under unrelenting heat inside the Brazier, as I squint my eyes to Ouranos. He still maintained a stoic expression. I swear I heard a chuckle coming from the throne must be my fabricated imagination.
"We intended to recruit you first, but it seems, Miss Ereshkigal beat us first."
"At least you're now in a good hand."
Ouranos spoke, and his hand that held firmly to the arm of the throne jerked forward and throw something.
The object flew towards me, as I grasp it between the fingers of my gauntlet.
"The Mark of the father."
I held my breath, of the object in my paw. The amulet of Akatosh, it was unmistakable. The symbol of a dragon that tried to swallow a sword. The metal seems mundane but held a potent enchantment inside.
I raised my head, and question the god that sat on the throne, but my goddess beat me into it.
"Mind to explains us, Gramps?"
Fels instead respond to the inquiry of the Goddess.
"I trust you've heard a part of the story from Dro'zah, Miss Ereshkigal?"
"Yes, he didn't tell me everything. But putting it back requires a time. So, you harbor and protect the sentient races collectively know as Xenos and used Dro'zah to help you in this matter?"
"Half a correct. We're not intended to use Dro'zah, at least it should be done voluntarily. We've known the matters for hundreds of years and no one has heard this after so long. So, we'll brave risk and put our trust in the two of you."
The implication is enough for the goddess to discern. Don't spread the knowledge carelessly.
And Fels, continue.
"Though the parts of you getting him first, I admit, is unexpected. Alas, fate worked the other way."
"You know Dro'zah is not from this world."
"Not when I met you, but Ouranos informed me after that."
"What do you mean about that, Dro'zah?"
"Later my goddess, Dro'zah will in time, tell you."
I shifted my attention to the said God, that closed his eyes and opened it.
"I know your father. He's… an old friend of mine. He contacted me when I was in deep prayer, and requested that one of his children be placed here."
"Why?"
He shook his head, "The connection between us is fragile and short, only that I know, is that your time and purpose there is done."
I turned into a deep frown of the revelation.
Being a Dragonborn, Akatosh is technically my father. The Dragon God that governs the essence of time, the father of all dragon.
I have my suspicion of the memory I have as Dragonborn in Skyrim.
Of all the real memories that not represented inside the game, there's nothing, nothing that speaks about the past of the Body I inhabit.
It was like… he suddenly exists. A blank slate in the world, until he stumbled upon a convenient Imperial ambush and his first memories at the Helgen.
It may be confirmed, that the last Dragonborn is the direct creation and parts of Akatosh. The mortal with the soul of the Dragon. Even the Septim bloodline hailed from one of the first Dragonborn only contained a few drops of blood and not souls of them.
And the last parts, almost all of the hero depicted in the game named as the Elder Scrolls always mysteriously vanished after the end of their journey.
And being a direct creation of God, the Dragonborn is an anomaly in the world that is not supposed to exist, or at least, until he fulfilled his prophecy that is.
So, is this why I am here. But why me?
"He sees. Thank you for your answer."
"Anything else?"
The goddess asked.
"Knowing this revelation, will you risk your life again to save yet another soul?"
I turned my head to the side, to the person that will be beside me all the time.
"I'll follow you through Dro'zah. It's obviously your choice."
I nodded at her. She clearly will stand by me, and put her trust in me.
Clearing my mind, I ran through a few decisions and the implication I should make here.
An ally in this alien world will be good enough, with another person standing beside me it will give me a good standing in my obvious loathed existence by the people here. Much, if I have the support to the one who held the city although he's not the strongest as I know that held by the current two Familia at the top, Ouranos held great and many respects of the denizens.
He gave me an honest answer and amiable conduct, and with honesty and amiability, I shall repay.
"Fine, Dro'zah better to prepare and not regret this."
"That's good news." The skeleton orbs flickered in relief.
I even have not seen these Xenos, much less entering the dungeon.
Call me foolish, but I need purpose.
I fear with me being a Dragonborn, troubles will surely bound along the way. Why not set a good head start before that?
"For now, He'll stay his paws but would materials aid be appreciated?"
The god accepted with a nod as the same with the Skeleton in robe.
"It would be deeply appreciated. Our resources and budget need to be thin after all lest it'll be noticeable."
Huh, even they need to scrapped by every resource since. Ouranos couldn't possibly siphon some of the guild budgets, it will only leave a trace. Luckily, things bound to change with me on the board.
"Is there anyone else, besides the two of you."
"Only one, Ganesha. He's been our backer all this time, alas his hand is already full of ensuring the peace of Orario."
The skeleton didn't mention anything about familia, looks like even Ganesha couldn't do anything about it. And that's only five of us.
The only one who could move here all this time is only Fels, and he's undead. Ouranos busy praying to the dungeon, Ganesha full of matters concerning his familia. Not strange, that they don't have or only little resources all this time.
"Wait, you owe us a favor then."
"Goddess…"
"Keep quiet Dro'zah," She shut me before facing the god.
"Speak."
"A house, we need a house. Preferably near Daedalus street. That's it."
"We'll see to it to be settled. And Fels will relay you tomorrow for further instructions."
"Thank you."
After that, we leave the temples and the guild. The skyline was already set to orange after we came out. We straight go towards the Daedalus street, to our hideout beneath the city.
Akatosh is out there, along with the rest universe of Elder scrolls. It explained all that I can still conjure creatures out from the Oblivion and opening the Planar gate.
My mind is so heavy, that the matter about dungeon diving is side-swept for another time. The revelation and sheer implication that I will carry the fate of an entire race weighed on my back. I need to clear my mind as I dived to my bed.
A golden lock and feeling of warmness beside me are the last thing I felt before my tired eyes closed in deep slumber.
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