Thallon Eljeon: Consummation of Light

Thallon's View

27th of First Seed 4E 206

Middas

High Counselor Filitian

I, High Counselor Filitian, hereby order you back to the Oculus Infinite in the Summerset Isles.

I do not take pleasure in such matters but pressing times call for more pliable ears. This is of the utmost secrecy. TELL NO ONE. I have feared the other counselors have moved against me in regards to matters previously discussed. Please, be here as fast as Lorkhan can guide you.

My head lifted from the note. The creases brighter than the rest of the note from the time spent folded and tucked away. I knew my father had connections but never like this. He left 5 winters ago I was only 17 then. My mother and I were here at the house in Sunhold. Sunhold was a beautiful place, the wind carries the salt from the sea through the basin and up the rolling hills into the cities. The trees are calming and their branches sway with the breeze and the great star purges through the darkness letting the sky fill with wisdom and insight. All of the natural beauty brings a sense of calamity to the landscape that pulls you into deeper thought as you wander through the hills. My house is off in the country a ways away from the city. My father felt being closer to the land helped him be in tune with his magika. It's a humble home, warm and welcoming. It isn't much, but, it is home.

In the midst of my mind wandering I feel a sudden shift in the energy. A cold shiver runs through my body and my veins seem to seize the coursing of my blood. My grandfather spoke of such moments. He called them Altoria, they happened when an Altmer, a high-elf, connected with a surge of magika and their magika resonated with it. It allowed a moment of pristine clarity to a present situation. As I focused myself to tune in, I heard a strange word but it seemed so powerful but as I try to recall it, it slips from my memory. My mother walks in and looks at me and smiles. She was a wonderful woman. So full of charisma and optimism. Her beauty shone as though an aeylid stone among a pile of coal. She puts some lavender and some mountain flowers on the table and quickly turns to me and says,

"Thallon, would you be as so kind as to help your mother prepare some ingredients?" 

I got up from my chair and smiled back at my mother. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and started to cut up the flowers. My mother was a brilliant alchemist. She grew up on a farm and knew the land very well. She knew what time to harvest and what time to plant, she even knew what gender the plant itself was. It captivated me to see her throw some simple ingredients together and create such amazing potions! She has a secret though. She uses a flame spell to boil the water she uses for the potions, then she uses a shock spell and adds electrons to the water. When combined with the ingredients it not only combines like the other alchemists potion, it combines on the molecular level which make her potions not only smoother, but the effects are twice that of any other alchemist I know. My mother goes into her satchel and says to me,

" I also have a Blue Butterfly wing, tell me, do you remember what that makes?" my mind races to answer her but I can only remember one bit,

"I do not, all I can remember is that it damages the regeneration of magika." She smirks,

"You are correct, it does, but it also helps us use conjuration spells better." She pauses, "Sometimes in life you have to give up something you believe to be necessary to achieve something of greater worth."

 Her eyes seem to darken and her posture tightens. I can tell she is referring to my father and his absence. She turns back to her table and adds the water to the freshly grounded ingredients. She grabs an empty bottle and submerges it. The bottle fills up and she pulls it from the concoction and corks it off. She holds it in her hand for a second and turns to me with her hand outstretched. Her eyes meet mine. A tear catches the light of the torch in the room, flickering.