Outwit Myself
Mumblings of one of the residents of Shivering Isles
How long has it been, friend?
Too long.
Years, won't you say? When we were young and naive.
You were, not me. You were always the weak one.
I was powerful, but afraid. Afraid of the dark, of spiders, of storms. Of everything we can think of, right?
Yes. Weak. You should have embraced it.
And so I turned to the magnificient power of Illusion. I started small. I convinced myself the darkness went away, I removed the spiders from my sight, I blocked the storm's sounds in my mind. But it wasn't enough.
One can't stop being a coward.
You're right, friend. Which is why I began casting spells that blocked my fear, locked it in a cage deep inside me.
But that didn't make the fear go away. It was still there, rattling the chains and bars of its prison.
It worked at first.
At first, yes.
But over the time the fear was only getting stronger and the spells weren't enough.
So you started casting stronger spells.
I did. I thought I could outwit myself, outwit my own mind.
And then it happened. The cage was torn apart.
As was our mind. I created-
ME!
Comments
This reminds me of a quest in oblivion....
A man creates a set of tasks in his dreams? He ends up getting trapped there?
Great story Lorc. I will add this during the... more