Beginning Meets End

ONC 2026. Beginning Meets End, but the Wheel Keeps Turning on Sundjara, or was it Sura? Again, and again.

Sundjara returns to Whiterun to Duel Farkas of Jorrvaskr, in the Old Ways of the Northmen and Raga alike. He's come to Skyrim to Prove Himself Invincible, seeking challenging opponents to hone himself. He left behind his kin, the Ash'abah, who are Unclean. Though not because they are covered in death, in mortality, as he is the most mortal, the most dead. But so that this Walkabout of his, his warrior's pilgrimage, would show him what is hidden, a Cut Unblockable, a Stance Uncounterable. To Reach Heaven through Violence.
He does not know why the rain feels familiar. He does not know why his hands remember stances he has never used. He only knows that something waits for him in this storm-something that has always been waiting.

And across the thunder, between hunter and hunted, a question forms:

Was this love?

For readers who crave:

A warrior's grief worn like a borrowed skin

Dragons who mourn as deeply as they kill

Prose that feels like rain on the skin and a blade between the ribs

A story rooted in the hunger of a serpent god whose cycles no mortal escapes

The storm has always been here. The Wheel keeps turning.

Turn the page. Enter the rain.