Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26444332-20160510192433

At once, the Mirror clears and Deximus sees a twilit land. A long grey road winds back out of sight. Far away, a figure seems to approach through the water, steadily growing larger and clearer. Suddenly, Deximus sees that it is not one figure, but three. Deximus almost calls, but then sees that one figure is garbed in icy blue and white, with a bowed head and a white staff, set with pale blue crystal. The second seems to shine with a fiery white light, gleaming around the edges, garbed in silver and black. The third is a sword, burning with red flame, seeming to move of it's own accord. Presently they turned on the road and vanished suddenly. Doubt comes to Deximus: Was it a vision of the two companions that he lost, or a deceit of the Enemy?

The vision changes, revealing Deximus's father, pacing across the floor of a great marble hall, garbed in full Atmoran battle-dress. The table by him is littered with maps and charts; clouds and darkness were the only thing one could see in the windows.

Then the vision changes again, becoming swifter, and Deximus sees, in part, a great history in which he has become ensnared. Bright figures, with long swords and grim looks, shadowed cloaks on their backs, guarding a forest, and one among them, a star in the night. A great shadow looming over desert sands, three bright stars amid the darkness, and below it, a single point of light, soft and glimmering, with an outstretched sword pointing up in an act of defiance. Then a brighter star, carrying the same weapon, fighting through many shadows.

Then it changes yet again, and Deximus sees a tall ship with torn sails crashing onto the western shores, the Sea writhing and bringing a green land down under the waves. Then a wide River, flowing through a city. Then a white citadel, crowned with seven towers. Then again a ship, with black sails, but now morning, and water rippling with light, and the emblems of the Dúnedain upon the banner. Smoke rises, covering the vision. And then, darkness.

In the black abyss appears a single Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame, roving too and fro, searching, forever searching, and Deximus realizes that it searches for him.

'Do not touch the water.' comes a soft voice, and Deximus falls away from the Mirror.