The God-King Of Prophecy

I walk around this place, familiar with the ground, but unfamiliar with the building that stands. The new palace is a bit gaudy for my taste. Its exterior is made of brilliant white marble, but is mostly in bronze that reflects the sun. The interior is also made with marble, with bronze inlays. The walls are decorated with murals of historical events recent and old. This must be where my original palace stood; I don't know what happened, though I've been told that Sigmar destroyed it along with the rest of the city. He raised an entire city... because of me. It was within his character to do so, but I thought it would be different. Was my perceived betrayal worth it? 

My people still remain and have found consolation despite him. I did the best course of action and prevented as many deaths as I could, perhaps more could have been prevented if I was successful but it matters not.

Why didn't he finish me off? Or perhaps he did and used the numenera to bring me back. Did he feel guilty for killing me? I remember he didn't want to fight me, but I forced his and the other two's hand. Yes, there were tears in his eyes. I told him to look me in the eyes when he raised his hammer for the final blow... Hammer... Head... Black... Hammer.. Head.. Black.. Hammer. Head. Black. Hammer. Head. Black. Hammer. Head. Black. Hammer. Head. Black.

"Mistress Tessaria? Are you okay?" Through the darkness I hear a meek girl's voice ask me. I look towards her petite figure. I tower over her as I stop leaning against the ornate wall, and notice the tears that ran down my face. I raise one hand up to wipe my face, it's shaking. Stop! Barely a second goes by as my hand becomes rocksteady. I raise it to wipe away one side; I immediately compose myself, "Yes, thank you for asking." She offers me her handkerchief, her hands shaking nervously. I accept it and wipe away the rest. "Thank you, I'm fine now." I say as I give back the handkerchief. "Of co-course ma-ma'am" she stutters, she becomes a little red, before taking off.

How did I become so weak? I personally helped shape the great powers of this world and the great works. We all were beyond human, and yet I have succumbed to this...

So much I have missed while in that deep slumber between sleep and death. It was like I was living in a feverish dream that was repeating the events in my life over and over again, all ending in a sudden blow of blackness. The blackness of his final blow should have ended me. I don't even remember if I dreamt, or did I and I can't remember? It doesn't matter, I guess. 

What matters now is that this age has a new threat and I have pledged my support to new companions who wish to oppose it. Yet I have little to no clue what this threat actually is, but I feel it. It's far and distant from me, but I feel it's intensity and uncompromising focus, I feel Conquest. I wonder... if my new companions can feel him and his growing power and ambience. I doubt it for they are young, very young, barely more than children. Their experience with such power is lacking as well. Regardless, going to the lands of Sigmar is a good test since their people were always strong and resilient. Though the test I put them through was quite telling. They need to acquire as much power and experience as they can. If my servants and Sigmar's kingdom don't prove challenging enough for them, then... Aratross will.

 If they find him... Though I think he will find them.

In the meantime, I'll acquaint myself with this Conquest of theirs. Perhaps I can gleam something from his aura, strengths and weaknesses, perhaps even his anima or animus' motif. My animus can possibly deduce this revelation. I'll need a quiet secluded place. I'll need focus and power.

I find myself on the balcony of my current room on the second floor of this palace. I posted one of the guards outside and told him not to let anyone in, and to not interrupt me for any reason, no matter what he hears. I lay down a mat on the balcony floor. I sit down making a circle with my legs, and then rest my arms at my side and my hands on my knees. The sun beams down on me, but I don't feel it's great heat. The numenera here stops such discomforts, and replaces them with cool crisp air. This place will work for the task ahead of me. My hand is shaking again. Stop.