The Myth of the Missing Thirteenth

  • (A second entry from me for a Skyrim based book for the TSC Book and Terminal Event and a....preview myth/prophecy for a potential build and blog-based story I might be doing in the future. Enjoy!)

     

    The Myth of the Missing Thirteenth

     

    Dark stone walls soared to the cosmos, disappearing into the heavens. Around the cavernous chamber, infinitely large, the roar of battle washed across the expanse and back out into the void. Battle not of blood and steel but a war of words. Around the council table twelve did fight, the thirteenth missing. The hawk, free and wild, spoke of grave concern and together with the she-wolf at her side they demanded thoughtful action as mothers do. The bear, brother whale, and the spider, majestic and calculating, rose in a clamor, shaking their blades to the heavens. To their side, the sabre cat, strong and proud, joined in with their racious call for war, quick and fierce.

     

    The moth, beautiful and serene, together with the owl, old and wise, preached a tempered hand and plead for those around them not to take such rash action. Opposite the empty seat the snake, another often of a mind for war, rose tall to silence those before him but his voice, grown soft and low over the years, could not be heard over the division. Even when the raven, the cunning and swift, the youngest of their number, joined in with the snake, they, two, could not be the one.

     

    The only ones who did not speak, wiley fox, always plotting and scheming, sat as silent and unmoving as the grave. Last was the wandering stag, likely one of the strongest among them, his massive antlers tipped in a hundred points. For his part he said nothing, as it was not his place to direct nor order the others.

     

    Only when the sound in the room became nigh unbearable, when words alone looked to fall to something easier and sharper did a shadow fall upon the empty throne. From that shadow, darker than the void itself, crawled something ancient and terrible. At once the room feel quiet, all eyes upon the terrible form. Massive, jet black wings pulled the beast fourth as the twisted dragon joined the fray, itself thirteenth and yet not. With nought even a word it roared with primal rage and took to the heavens belching fire and death upon the rest.

     

    Below, as destruction rained down upon the twelve, the empty throne stood vacant once more, it's true heir and master still missing. Around the vacant setting the heavens burned, turned to nothing but ash and cinders. The end had come as the twelve, bereft of the thirteenth, had failed from their own inaction and divination. From loving wolf to wise owl, even cunning fox, all looked their last upon the empty throne and fled into the void, wishing, praying, that the thirteen might still find his place once more among them.

Comments

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  • SpottedFawn
    SpottedFawn   ·  September 4
    Wow, this was a great entry! I'd love to read more stories like this. You get bonus points from me for the Arthurian inspiration. :) My favorite, of course, is the Stag.
  • The Lorc of Flowers
    The Lorc of Flowers   ·  August 26
    You know, I have to say that I really really like this. You have such a way with words it gives off such different and interesting vibe...like stories of old, the myths. That kind of vibe. It has it written all over it. Very good, Amornar, very good :)
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  August 26
    This was really good. So different from what has been posted lately yet thoughtfully enjoyable. Don't know if it's me being werewolf or what but I could picture this so clearly. 
    Well done to you.....
    • Amornar
      Amornar
      Sotek
      Sotek
      Sotek
      This was really good. So different from what has been posted lately yet thoughtfully enjoyable. Don't know if it's me being werewolf or what but I could picture this so clearly. 
      Well done to you.....
        ·  August 26
      Thanks Sotek, I was hoping for exactly that!
  • Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)
    Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)   ·  August 26
    Interesting, interesting. I'm intrigued here immensely Armornar (and I do apologize, I think I've spelt your name wrong a good dozen times recently :( ). So is it based off of a build and story that your planning in the future or off other pieces of work?...  more
    • Amornar
      Amornar
      Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)
      Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)
      Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)
      Interesting, interesting. I'm intrigued here immensely Armornar (and I do apologize, I think I've spelt your name wrong a good dozen times recently :( ). So is it based off of a build and story that your planning in the future or off other pieces of work?...  more
        ·  August 26
      Thanks Dragonborn! And it is Amornar pronounced Ah-more-nar or A-more-nar either or bit no steel armor. :) Lots of people do it, elvish is a bitch language. 


      This is hmmm prophecy...myth....dream thing that while I haven't decide...  more
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  August 24
    Despite the image of the massive spider sat around a table totally creeping me da fuq out, I enjoyed! He Who Goes Missing's act is getting old, dude needs to get his shit together or send himself to sort this mess out :D
    • Amornar
      Amornar
      Paws
      Paws
      Paws
      Despite the image of the massive spider sat around a table totally creeping me da fuq out, I enjoyed! He Who Goes Missing's act is getting old, dude needs to get his shit together or send himself to sort this mess out :D
        ·  August 24
      Lol I really HATE spiders....snakes too....so I had to try hard to make them be less......creepy da fuq outy......lol