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She did "destroy" the Heart, as expected. She didn't kill Vivec, until Vivec offered his martyr to help craft an ultimate daedra slayer weapon. Daedra army demolished Ald'ruhn, Morrowind survived but not without a great cost. Mannimarco and Mankar were defeated. Martin, a good friend, sacrificed himself. As an outlander, to keep the Promise she left the home. Went into a slumber after her love interest vanished in Shivering Isles. Baar Dau dropped. Red Year devastated Morrowind. Dominion launched the Great War against the Mede Empire. Awaken by Sahrotaar the serpentine dragon, learnt the erupted Red Mountain by scrying, she intervened the event and kicked the First out of Secrets, and Solstheim. Visited the Soul Cairn, freed Jiub's soul and others. She didn't use Elder Scrolls to stop Alduin, Miraak did, temporarily. Dragon Wars began. Age of War began.

Finally, she met WE-Nerevarine, on the desolate Vvardenfell.


"Are you the Lord Indoril Nerevar?"

"We are WE-Nerevarine, Paragons of Hope. WE ARE YOU, but so much more. Nerevar is a part of the Whole, as well as you are a part of Nerevarine. You can call this unit Nerevar for short, for I am reborn as Nerevarine, but it matters little since I are in you and you are in us. We are a Whole, I was(#) and will be a Tower that sees Wheel, as the true Nerevar Reborn. The LOVE of Morrowind connects us all.

(( #: When Nerevar was reborn as the Nerevarine who fulfilled the Prophecies the first time in Prime/Canon world. ))

"The prophecies are always vague and blurry, can imply lots of things. Itchy Echoes from the Past, Versy Poems for the Present, or Dreamy Memories of the Future. Their purpose could be all the same if you figure how they work. Hope, is a manipulable word.

"Granted. Who are the so-called outlanders? To the Chimer during War of the First Council, the enemies are all outlanders. To the Ashlanders and some House Dunmer, outlanders are supposed to be all people other than native Dunmer. They believe Resdaynia, I mean Morrowind, should be a pure Dunmer nation. Unable to know what exactly themselves are looking for. They pick whatever traditions they want for their short sighted interests: the private right of lands, the unfair right of slavery. Back in the time of Chimer we never shooed away other clans or tribes for no reason, unlike the Altmer.

"For most domestic Dunmeri folks of Morrowind, an n'wah means trouble. Those who weren't born in Morrowind, sharing nothing of the etiquette they're accustomed to; those whose ideologies are not built deeply in thousand years of Great Houses or ALMSIVI culture; or those failing to gain endorsed from their living gods; are diseases to avoid. At last, they got Dagoth Ur from within and his Blight.

"Moreover, in the eye of the wise, outlanders may even refer to Daedra themselves, as Seht sometimes suggested. They were ancestors to the Chimer and Dunmer, but most of them are either essentially exotic or care nothing like the Reclamations. Us mortals used to look for a peaceful life on a promised land, but some became more greed than others, bidding people's wishes for Power, Privilege, or Knowledge. So as WE, of course, always tempted by higher beings. Hence, for mortals who seek independence, outlanders could be the Gods themselves. But how can they live without gods(daedra), frankly?"


"No. The outlanders SHOULD be those who don't love Morrowind from the bottom of their Heart, unconditionally. Everyone can become its salvator. The importance of where destiny is made."


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"Morrowind and its people have never been secured, bound by unseen threads of divine forces, the Prophecies have not yet truly fulfilled."

"Defeating Dagoth Ur or the Tribunal may seem to be an end of the story, but as a matter of fact it's just a beginning. A beginning of Nerevarium, tales and marks of the living Protectors of Morrowind walking the land. Anyone who loves it could be, and should be a Nerevarine."


"Azura's words were correct. The burden had been gone, and the Heart was free. You spent ten years on the duty protecting it successfully. Where you decided to sleep(#), the force of nature, the will of gods, struck back. Why? Our own folly.
(( #: Azura's suggestion, to preserve her champion. To lessen the Divine Curse since she fell in love with Cyrodiil's missing champion, a mortal. To "save" her as a secret knowledge deeply hidden in Apocrypha, Hermaeus Mora's domain. ))

"The future of Nirn will be overrun by hundreds of thousands of warped Numidiums at the same point, endless swarms of Brass armies will sweep the planet and achieve Mechanical Horizon, or Gestalt Equilibrium, Animus Death of the Livings, just as the vision al'C0da, a World Without Wheel. All Existence but Chimarvamidium would be wiped clean or transmuted and left irreversible, if WE did nothing to preserve the possibility. The world needs the Seeds of Hope.

"You are convinced to let the legend of Nerevar Reborn die down with the fallen false gods, forgotten by time, to drive all so-called outlanders, including yourselves, from Morrowind. That was the biggest mistake we all did."

WE-Nerevarine sighed, "Amongst many mistakes."


"After Nerevar became the Hortator, ended the everlasting raiding from the hostile Nords, he founded the First Council, uniting all the people of Resdayn for the first time ever. That included all people lived the Land: Chimer, Dwemer, even some Nords, and many others with same vision. A glorified heaven, a seemly peaceful union lasting for centuries, having good relationship with Men from Alessian Empire. A grand and intoxicating innocent peace. Like that just said, Nerevar, and all of the participants, made subsequent mistakes.

"Velothi people can never be made great without outlanders, foreigners, supporters—forced or not, you know what it means—and guardians. That, was why Nerevar rallied with Dumac and his Dwemeri people, and that, was also how the glory faded when the alliance broke. Same history would have repeated itself upon the Tribunal's rise and fall. Without Septim Empire, ALMSIVI alone would have been already conquered by the Sixth House.

"True, the Ashlanders and their promised ancient traditions would unsurprisingly survive all the way through to the End of Times. But at the cost of Morrowind itself? Is it worthy? The Fact is, the lie had been long planted from the beginning. Nerevar himself created it to persuade all the warring Chimer clans to join him in Battle of Red Mountain, for the immediate threat and greater outcome. And the Ashlanders then paraphrased it into prophecies for Nerevar Reborn after they turned into Dunmer. Acquiesced and muddled by Azura.

"That was where the whole thing went wrong: WE wrongly promised them an ancient life Nerevar promised their ancestors, as we can all see the tragic aftermath of The Red Year and more, here and now, a result of Mundrial laws, clashed forces of derailed gods; WE didn't wish them a bright future honoring and respecting the way of ancestors, a future full of Hope—minus the full preservation of the dated traditions, which's unfair to the House people and moreso to outlanders.

"Ironically none of our old guidances—not even Azura, or Voryn, the Sharmat—wanted us to bravely embrace the differences or undiscovered changes, much like Lorkhan's death wish, to steadfastly advance forward and prosper. 'Tis somewhat Vehk pursuits, despite his extreme, duality nature—part of him still cares only about ChIMself.


"Therefore, what the mortals truly need is not some god to govern them, but a NEREVARINE to follow. An example or rolemodel to teach them how to survive in the cruel Arena by sympathizing and tolerating each other, to lead them valiantly into the most dangerous expeditions and challenges without fear, and to inspire countless generations by True Hopes. The Nerevarine will help the people negotiate with deities as their representation, to find their best interest, and banish those do them harm. Doesn't matter if he or she is driven by favor, wit, recklessness, or vengeance. Good deeds can be done by madness so long as you bear this wisdom in mind carefully: Love or Courage can be misguided by Lies. Don't forget it.

"It's NOT just us, but the NAME, the nymic, the existence. Thinking about Underking, King of Worms, Gray Fox, Hero of Kvatch or Dragonborns; Nerevarine, Hortator as a prestige role or position that someone someday will fulfill, or anyone who may stand up and take the mantle to protect this realm, our beloved Mora Vvynth. WE should find a way keep the name alive and sing its song to eternity.

"And most importantly: Never play god."

"The Dreamer, Prophet, or Poet all tried spreading their words in their own means for the same goal(#). Though... without them it could be much worse. They sought taking over each other's domains or making it personal, so they, didn't fair too well. Or Morrowind itself, didn't fair too well under all the influence from divinity. Too many betrayals and sacrifices went unmourned. Also others: Dumac, Ayem, and even Sul—all those I once loved—contributed the mistake WE made. There would be no One Destiny if each one of them were not who they were. Please don't judge them. Don't be manipulated. Don't let their schemes overshadow the Trueflame. They may always push us and divide us. But without the hero, there is no Event.


"You can use them back."


(( #: The Dreamer is Dagoth Ur; the Prophet is Azura; the Poet is Vivec.))

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"All you need to understand is the Monomyth in you, bear the Fact in mind, and obey your instinct. I, WE have faith in you.

"Remember, the Dream is the door, the Star is the key.

"From 1 to 11 to 2, as it is now, You and I, everything of the Prophecies has been graved in stone. A desperate stasis. But you still have a chance to reverse that in your Dream, to enter Home of WE, with infinite Is."

"Ideally maintain the Number of the Master, just as what Vivec would do. And seek the vacant space for WE for Home." She added.

"Exactly. Now, you know what to do. Take my message."

"Yes. There was one thing must be done."

"That, will be our only Hope to save Resdayn, Morrowind, our worlds, and our friends."

"How about yourself, Lord Nerevar? The world has been destined to be reduced down to 0."

"I shall face my Fate. The mortal hero Hortator Indoril Nerevar is no more. But my spirit will always be with us all. WE share the same soul and spirit."




"I will be waiting for... Astral Callings, at the End of Monomythic Times, when all the Hopesfire goes extinguished, the earth is sundered and skies choked black, where I'll hold our ancient rights of the Land in my Akulakhan to the last minute. If the Prophecies truly fulfilled, that means your journeys have been fully successful, Morrowind being finally saved once and for all, there from the dust and ashes I'll rise again and unite us all."

"As WE-NEREVARINE."

The campfire surrounding suddenly blazed warmer and warmer. Due east from their Gashed plateau, Red Mountain quaking and rumbling as if Tomorrowind had come early. The Chimeri figure started to shine brightly as Velothi Light. Behind Nerevar the frost falls intensified and sparkled comparable to the stars in the nocturnal firmament. Torchbugs? No way for the season.

Eyes(Is). Of projected Nerevarines.

Myriads of towering silhouettes from every race with a birthmark stood up like numerous pillar stones emerging from the surface of Azura's Coast. Nerevar rose up, as though he was speaking them great. They were all here to witness the ashy moment. The Caldera of Nerevarines.

"No point to stay any longer, then," she said. The former Last Arch-mage bowed gracefully with a final gaze.
"Goodbye, Nerevar Moon-and-Star." And Luhn-silvar saluted back. "Our dearest guiding flame and friend."

"One Clan Under Moon and Star." An everlasting tone chimed in.

She dropped a Lorkhan's heartstone like a burning seed, from the ashen ground up her feet began to dissolve into Nothingness. Meredith stripped her name, tore the face down, leaving it void. Then the remaining body ignited with the Scrolls in millennia flames, the Air thrust her own heart into the secret unknown. "Home."

One by one, the Endless Nerevarines vanished from their corners in their own fashion. Just like the Dwemer did.

All for discrete Destinies. But resonated together throughout The Egg of Timeless.


"For Morrowind!"


She fell asleep along with far, dim drums of the Mountain, in-depth dreaming. Zero-Summed. :|



[C0da]

Many falls, but one remains. Nerevar's gathering spirit, or Ghost out of the Water, will stay here fighting, to the very last Land on Nirn of his own homeworld, waiting for Echoes from the Past. He will shrink to dust eventually, and reignite. For WE, are not alone. And the Stars won't betray him.



[Da Capo]

|: Just like seeds, the Reincarnates fall from the Prime soil and once again reappeared as their strange selves, on an imperial prisoner ship to the east, Inner Sea, 16 Last Seed (Day 1), 3E 427. The morrow brings the whistling Words of the Wind, carrying all the seeds, springs forth into their respective fully remade whirls. And blossoming amaranths rise anew beneath tomorrow's sun.

Waking up.

A most familiar face ever.


"We're here. Why are you weeping and shaking like that? Are you ok? Wake up."
"You were dreaming. We didn't have a chance to introduce each other, Drowsy. I'm Jiub. What is your name?"

"Mered... Merethid."

"I... remember you."