I stared out in the direction of Hoshûz, my magicka sensing Revnis, Tandélion and even Fynvik, all gathered together, each signature of their magicka at peace. I then let my eyes rest as veins began to bulge around my eyes, each comprised of entirely magicka and saw the weave I created in my rage, a storm resting in the sky, aggressive bolts of aetherial magicka dancing through the sky, contained within what once was my prison, despite all the years, it still corrupts the storms around the island. "I see, so this Tandélion seems to be quite naïve, but also to be a good friend... I'm glad that you found someone to keep you company at this time, and I hope one day to see the island that you built up Drol-Ela- I'm sorry, Drolan Greywyn." Lorkhan said with a wistful smile, probably thinking of Hoshûz to be some paradise that I created. "Heh... It's not even Drolan anymore, I've renamed myself based on my rebirths as I called them, Drol-Elain was the Et' Ada who lusted for the thrill of slaughter, Drolan was the hermit who lived on that island hoping that he could simply live out his last years in peace. It was actually Tandélion who gave me a reason to become Kerus but even after Sithis has become part of me and in a way resurrected me, Kerus Greywyn deserves to have some time before I change it again." I replied with a smile I allowed to escape and a laugh. "Tandélion is still a close friend of mine, if I just read the magicka signatures right, he is with my apprentices in Hoshûz now, well, he's done all the work with the more troublesome one." I continued while looking out to my home and felt the scaled claws of the serpent rest on my shoulder as he looked out with me. "I'm glad, it sounds like you have had too many lives alone, Kerus seems to be the lucky one, I'd never have pictured you tutoring others, it is a nice thought after what you have taught me. Speaking of which, what was your training with Tandélion like? He sounds like he could be a very powerful mage." Lorkhan hissed and gave me a kind smile as he looked back to the ocean. "Well... Let's just say that time stops for no one, but it gives him a little slack to do with it what he wants to." I smiled as I remembered our training sessions and how he forced the potential of his pupils to reveal themselves. - Seconds into training, Tandélion's staff had swung into my chest, knocking all of the air from my lungs as I struggled for breath and the kindly Altmer offered a hand to me. "You're unfocused, after all that we've done you should be prepared to deal with an attack like that, let's do it again Drolan!" He roared, now that he was in the middle of my training, all that he could do to improve my skills was put me through as much combat as he could. I nodded my head as I felt my breath coming back to me and took hold of his arm, getting to my feet then began to focus magicka through my body, feeling each of my muscles focus through the spell in my hand as a single being, as the spell took effect each becoming leaner as excessive fat burned away and I felt as though everything around me was slowed, even without time control, I had magicka to augment my body's time dilation and the speed at which I could move. I saw as Tandélion's afterimage stood fiercely across the marble field I had constructed behind the manor that had suffered damage from our many battles over the years and listened keenly to the paving around me. I raised my hand quickly, catching the staff and opened my other palm as I smacked it into the Altmer's gut but as my hand came into contact with nothing I swung the staff in a circle around myself, impacting with Tandélion who was on my other side and quickly disarmed me. While preparing to block a strike, I felt a ball of ice smash into my shoulder when a gust of air knocked me back and I was forced to focus another spell as I levitated in the air, catching myself while a tall frozen slab built up behind me and I summoned the three key elements of destruction, erupting in a plume of cold flames as lighting raced around my body then channeled it all into a single stream of power as I took another chance to listen out and released the magicka as soon as I heard an impact against the marble. I realized my mistake as a pebble was obliterated and felt myself being smacked into the ground from behind and groaned as pain arched through my back as Tandélion finally came into focus. "Well, you're certainly developing, just remember that even if you have the speed to keep up with me, you don't have the reaction time I am afforded by slowing everything down, you need to learn that against an opponent with the power to alter time, you must stay on the defensive until you are offered an opportunity to strike. I promise you that the day that you can defeat me, I will teach you to also have this power." Tandélion said, panting excessively, just one of the first signs that age was finally catching up with him for his use of chronomancy, I found it a little ironic that those who could manipulate the time around them found themselves with the least. "Well I'm learning that my time dilation could play a crucial role in that, however it is a lot harder to change a component to my brain's understanding of reality than it is to simply make my body adapt to become faster." I replied and finally stood up, for the first time seeing Tandélion struggle a little as the vertebrae in his spine made a loud crack as he leaned on his staff to help me up. "Well I reckon that you could defeat most members of the psijic order with your talents Drolan, you even caught me off guard with your reflexes and I am among the greatest in the order when it comes to controlling time. Most in our ranks only have the strength to reverse time by four seconds, I have managed eleven, likewise others struggle with slowing down the passage of time but I am among the talented few who can stop it entirely, but that can be very taxing on one's body." He smiled proudly and started to walk towards the estate, soon I chose to follow him. "The great chronomancer Tandélion of the psijic order huh? And a whole eleven seconds?" Remind me that you're so powerful if we get in a disagreement." I laughed and his face turned into that of a prominent smile, he didn't take the joke as an insult, instead he chose to laugh at it too. The companionship I shared with this Altmer offered me a new life and I felt as though now I had a soul, instead of being a merciless soldier with legions behind me, I had a good friend. "I'll do that Drolan, just don't expect to remember it when you feel a pain in your back from eleven seconds earlier, besides, I am able to localize the spell entirely on my body so I could reverse any damage you would inflict on me, but if I was being serious, a second would pass for you, minutes would pass of me breaking every bone in your body." He said with a laugh hidden behind his voice and cracked one of his knuckles. "I guess it was time someone stopped me" I added on, after a second to process the joke Tandélion began laughing louder and laid a hand on my shoulder. "I am impressed that you came up with that so quickly, it seems the Aldmer I met all that time ago with such a dry and mournful personality has discovered the wonder of humour!" The Altmer chuckled and we took the steps up, reaching my manor and I saw that in the centre of my courtyard, a tall exquisite statue in my own image had been brought by several of the residents of Hoshûz, and in it's hands lain a beautiful golden crown, the runes that translated into 'Divine' and 'Lord' carved into the brow and many gems dotted the side, bringing my realization as I turned to those who lived on my island. Hoshûz had very few resources such as gems that could easily be extracted easily which meant that the only way they could have made this for me would be that the few valuables that they had were made into this, especially those belonging to Dra' Makash. I looked to each of them in shock and back to the crown as Tandélion stood behind me with a smug smile, telling me he planned all of this. "The psijic order have long debated whether or not that we should use our foresight of prophecies and wisdom to serve as advisors in the courts of lords, kings and other leaders to prevent disasters, but today I shall be the first to take such an honour, and to do so, it must be made official. Kneel, Drolan Greywyn." He said in a proud tone and revealed a intricately cut ceremonial blade, in the centre of it I felt the immensely familiar pull of Aetherius, a small crystal cut from the Shard of Aetherius glowed prominently. "You damned clever psijic, you used my weapon for your own benefit without even asking me, I can't help but say I'm impressed you managed all this without my knowledge" I laughed and got on my knee, bowing before Tandélion who held his sword up, as I felt the veins around my eyes once more, I looked up and his sword swirled with magicka, but instead of radiating from the crystal, Tandélion was pushing his power into the gem and slightly staggered as he took a step towards me. If you put energy into a limitless source of energy, it will simply be even more energy but with each step Tandélion took, the gem began to silently hum, the magicka inside of it becoming erratic and finally the blade fell flatly on one of my shoulders as I bowed my head. "As a psijic of the Conclave of the Eleven Forces and tutor of Drolan Greywyn, I bestow with the honour of the honour of being the lord of this island..." The sage began, as I looked at the marble paving beneath us, the sensation of cold metal pressing into me lightened and came back on my opposite shoulder. "The most prestigious jewel from his crown, taken from him far too long ago, a shard of pure Aetherius, as a demonstration for his masterful control and knowledge of the arcane arts..." He added, sending a bolt through my entire body, he has relinquished a small shard of my closest treasure, but he has also made my crown jewel a fragment of my past and the genocide I spread. As the thoughts were racing through my mind, the sword lain on the back of my head ."And with the power of the psijic order, I appoint myself as your humble advisor, Lord Drolan Greywyn, chosen of Meridia and ruler of Hoshûz" He said in a grandiose tone and raise his blade then as I looked at him, he was channelling telekinesis as the shard from his own weapon came free and floated behind me into the crown as the sage then walked behind me, all of my subjects coming away from the statue to kneel before me as the crown perfectly fitted over my head and the magicka within my body surged. "Rise Drolan, and take the honour that comes with such titles." Tandélion shouted out as I came to my feet, seeing my people offer their allegiance to me, even the Altmer behind me went on one of his knees. "I thank you all, I endeavour to have a peaceful reign over this island, Hoshûz will never go without and no citizen of mine will suffer, I promise this to you until the day of my death." I called out as I stood tall, the crown glistening in the golden sun, the magicka released from it glistening off of the fragment of Aetherius. Soon, I heard a portal behind me, similar to those of when Tandélion teleported, but this time I heard a noble but arrogant voice. "Master Tandélion, Ritemaster Iachesis asked for your return to Artaeum as soon as possible, he noticed that you spend a little too much time off the island and instead come here." The voice proclaimed in an irritable tone. "Ferois, I am in the middle of something important, tell Iachesis I will return once this is over. This island is important for my studies." Tandélion sighed and turned, giving me sight of the other psijic monk. He seemed to be a young Altmer who carried a staff quite similar to that of Tandélion's but had several differences that showed through including that at one were several different crystals that were easy to infuse with magicka, especially fire and he was wearing their usual blue robes but I noticed that stitched into the chest was a coat of arms showing a winged snake wrapped around the pink blossoms of the Summerset Isles with tornadoes stretching into the background. "Tandélion, I insist, your persistence with this idea of the psijic order serving to assist with the matters of the people of Tamriel, despite how much support it's gotten, is still causing a divide in the order and the Ritemaster is worried that you come to this island so often because you have gave away your service, it should be clear to you that the order have been able to monitor you training with him and the conclave are worried that you may be intending on teaching him chronomancy." Ferois explained and pointed towards me, in his eyes I saw him looking over me, obviously trying to see if my strength was apparent. "I'm sorry, but I feel like you are trying to insinuate something about me? I know enough about your order to understand that Tandélion is given the autonomy to do what he wishes." I glared at the Altmer who's gaze became more piercing, as though he noticed something was wrong. "Well if that's the case, who and what are you? You are definitely not of the Altmer, there's too much work into your magicka for this spell, you've given yourself away." He growled and pulled his staff off of his back, the crystals glowing ominously as I channelled magicka into my eyes and saw that he was channelling power into it. "Well that's the right question, I am the last of the Aldmer, Lord Drolan Greywyn of Hoshûz, once Drol-Elain of Aldmeris and one of the Et' Ada." I said in a grandiose shout and stretched my arms out as I allowed magicka to circulate around my body while Ferois gave me a stare full of wrath. "The Aldmer are all dead, even so none of them could possibly have been gods! Only those cursed by the Daedra or blessed by the Eight could live long enough to still be alive!" He roared and lifted his staff as a low hum came from the gems and as I looked to Tandélion, I saw a curious smile on his lips. "Is that so Altmer? Perhaps you should think about the possibility of what one could have done if instead of focusing on retaking our divinity, I chose to commit to research on the wonderous plane that Magnus and the Magne-Ge opened and found the magicka to lengthen my life considerably? Or what if I told you I was one of the most bloodthirsty of the Aldmeri generals?" I hated as I allowed the manic smile of Drol-Elain to cross my lips and stared at Ferois as I saw something hidden beneath him with a slight shake in his hands, from rage or fear I couldn't tell. "Come now, show your elder a little respect and apologize to me and my advisor for interrupting this occasion, and for daring to draw your weapon." I continued in an empty voice and felt a blade form in my hand, comprised of ice slowly being transmuted into metal. "No, if you truly are an Aldmer than prove it by fighting me, show your superior breeding to the Altmer by fighting me right here and right now!" He growled, even suggesting that I could be better than him sounding as though the words were caught in his throat. "You would wish to fight before innocents with no protection for them? No, we will go to the grounds I made for training with Tandélion." I glared at him and twirled my new blade in my hand, Tandélion's smile growing as he struggled to hide his excitement. "Fine, lead the way Drolan Greywyn, but be ready to fall to Ferois Highwynd for your insult to my people's ancestors." Groaned the psijic and I begun to walk towards the arena. - Once we arrived, I took off my robes and used telekinesis to throw it to the side, seeing that Ferois had done the same then smashed his staff into the tiling. "I will give you one last chance to admit you are lying to me before we do this. I'd advise you take it" Ferois glared at me, noticing my smile as I played with my knife then summoned a long staff that bound into the blade. Off to the side, Tandélion and a few citizens of Hoshûz observed us from behind a barrier, notably Dra' Makash, her son and his wife. "I refuse to lie and say that I am not of the ancient folk, so I guess seeing how you are the challenger, it would be courteous of me to give you the first blo-" I began to call in a regal tone but before I could even finish, he seemingly teleported and smashed the head of his staff off of the side of my face, knocking me to the floor and spat out a few teeth. I quickly began to go through my spells as my speed enhanced considerably and I took to my feet, holding my makeshift spear to the side and leapt at him, not realizing as a wall of stone grew in his place. "I see that Tandélion hasn't shown you all of what comes with chronomancy for the talented, you cannot defeat someone who can bring time to a total stop!" He said in an analytical fashion, anger and disappointment clear on his face. I laughed as I stood back up and after he give me a scowl, my entire body was covered in pain as I felt myself being flung away, his staff ready for me as he struck my back and I howled in pain as my back cracked from the force. Once again, I stood up and after doing a few stretches, I began to channel magicka then as he leapt at me, I created an illusion, showing him a copy of myself as I became invisible then took advantage of Ferois' confusion by going behind him and struck the spearhead off his knees as he groaned in pain, and tried to swing in a circle, easily dodged then wrapped my hand in ice and threw a punch in his gut. Before he could react, I put all of my magicka into my other hand and knocked him to the floor after my knuckles impacted with his jaw, blood splattering over the marble tiling of the arena then he laughed and stood up, I turned and saw that he must have stopped time because my illusion was almost completely destroyed. "W-Well I guess you think you're smart, don't you? Heh, I guess I better put a stop to that if my arrogance gives you the opportunity to do something like that!" He joyfully growled, seemingly happy after seeing that I could use my wits against him then turned to Tandélion who was missing, I looked back at Ferois and behind him the elderly sage stood there. "Ferois! Stop this now, if you must duel with Drolan then stop using your chronomancy, if you depend solely on time, you're going to never improve your skills!" Tandélion shouted in the young Altmer's ear, causing him to flinch in surprise, obviously focusing entirely on our battle. "Master, you have always taught me that in a battle, one must use every skill that is available to them as an advantage over their foe, did you not?" He replied and began to heal slowly then saw that he was suddenly flung to the floor as the staff flashed in Tandélion's hands. "This is a duel of honour, what I was referring to was if you were in a matter of life and death to use your chronomancy to disable foes, not simply play with them!" Tandélion roared, terrifying the youth who silently nodded and stood up. "I apologise Tandélion, I will restrain myself against this insult to our ancestors" He mumbled and once again, a smile crossed the elderly master's lips. "By the way my apprentice, I should finally inform you that he is indeed the last of the ancient folk, I learned that directly from Meridia herself, so I trust that you know that in a situation like this it would be more effective to simply forfeit." Tandélion proclaimed, triggering a little fear and anger in Ferois who simply turned back to me and began to focus magicka into his staff. "N-No! If that is the case than this is a matter of pride that the Aldmer are not strong enough to conquer their descendants! I have a strength unmatched that will more than compensate for the years he has over me" The young apprentice growled and as quickly as he appeared, Tandélion was gone once more. I focused my magicka into the spear, attempting to fix any or it that was damaged by Ferois' attacks then knelt slightly in a combative stance while I finally discovered what he was doing. A blade of flames began to manifest over the staff, slowly settling on the form of a scythe and the visage of death itself for a faint second covered his features, a presence residing within his soul that felt familiar but I couldn't figure out what it was. "Heh, now that you're done with your tantrum, how about we get started? I've been looking forward to fighting someone else for a long time" I chuckled, realizing how much of Drol-Elain was being allowed to escape but the adrenaline that his ravenous lust for battle supplied was more than welcome as my grip tightened around the spear. "Tantrum? You speak to the lord of the Highwynd family, the patriarch and guardian of our legacy! You would think better than to insult me you paup-" He growled but as he began to monologue, I focused all of my strength into making myself more dexterous and streamlining my form as I immediately dashed at him, catching him off guard as I slammed my knee into his jaw, following it up with a kick to his chest and using my momentum to flip off of him while he collapsed to the ground. "Y-You damn cur! You'll p-pay for t-that!" He choked and suddenly a light began to glow in his hand that as he released it engulfed his body, restoring him then I saw the smile too late while the blade from his scythe disappeared, I quickly turned around and saw it return, focused on my chest and narrowly blocked the blast, being dragged along its path while it exploded. After releasing a hurricane around myself to blow the smoke into the air, I saw the the remnants of the flames were consciously evading me and returning to the staff while Ferois smirked and already the full blade had reconstructed itself, requiring only a little more power from him. I kept myself steady and cracked my neck, smiling, more and more of that older soul inside of me creeping out then laughed. Even if Drol-Elain enjoyed the challenge, I know that this could beyond my capabilities, especially if he was to fight at full strength which he seemed intent on doing, still, he challenged me in my own home and it is too late for this to go any other way... But now seems the perfect time to unleash my magicka, especially that which this crystal of Aetherius bestowed upon me. "The lord of the Highwynd family... Heh, you're speaking to the king of this land, the butcher of the Aldmeri Empire's armies that was sent where we had problems and the successor to Meridia... Your title sounds pretty small now doesn't it?" I shouted, letting everyone hear what at this point everyone knew or didn't care and I saw the rage on Ferois' face while I made him seem like a commoner to me then I began to draw from the crystal, feeling the magicka within my body not only replenishing but also being made more potent. After a few seconds, I had more than enough to take advantage of my strength and ignited myself with pure Aetherial energy, making me glow while I melded it, slowly shifting it to a cold heat as white as snow while arcs of lightning danced erratically around me until finally with a flash, I was once again wearing the elements of destruction, just like when I faced my Shadowrend. "A fancy cloak of magicka won't scare me Aldmer, I will have you begging for my mercy before we're done..." He hissed and leapt towards me, digging his feet into the arena's tiles to secure himself as he slashed at me, his boldness catching me off guard as he missed but I was soon victim to his true tactic as the scythe pulled me closer and I dropped to my knees while a bolt of magicka grew in his hand and he laid it on my face, scorching me while my howls of pain were muffled under his palm. I put my energy into withstanding the attack and kicked him in the stomach and lifted my hands, blowing a stream of white flames at the Altmer, lighting him as a pyre while he hurried to extinguish himself then I whipped the spear into his cheek knocking him down until a wave of freezing water collapsed on top of us, disappearing as quick as it arrived, soothing the burns on my face and doused Ferois, the power of it crushing us into the floor until Tandélion appeared over us. "You did well, both of you, but you're both unfocused, well... On any other objective than killing each other!" The sage growled and created fields around the both of us and suddenly his yells of pain from the burning resurfaced while his wounds healed and I realized that my face was once again on fire as I howled into the sky, feeling my skin heal through the pain then we collapsed to the ground once more. "You both need a tutor... Someone to show you that death is not the only way to neutralise an opponent. From this point forth, Drolan Greywyn, Ferois Highwynd, you shall both be my apprentices, now Drolan, once again, with this offer, I give you the opportunity to join the psijic order." He announced softly, despite the harsh punishment he just gave out then smiled at me, despite the hatred and pride on Ferois' face, buried underneath was some respect. "Tandélion... I accept your invitation" I replied with a smile and put all of the magicka I could extract from the crystal of Aetherius into reforming my strength and hobbled over to the younger monk and leaned onto him as my palm rested on his spine and put some of my power into his body. "Looks like we're going to be spending some time together now Aldmer, and don't worry, this won't end in a draw next time" He said, feeling quite cocky but I simply smirked at him then we stood together, relying on each other and I saw the elderly Altmer watch our teamwork proudly. That's all for this episode, I hope you enjoyed the return of LoDE and will look forward to seeing Kerus' origins in the psijic order and his development of the rivalry with Ferois turn into friendship!