Remember that distant dream,
the swirling mists and the sea,
in that far away yet familiar land.

He stepped into the darkness and was vaguely aware of something stirring. The singular light flickered, casting shadows everywhere. Elliot wanted to laugh. He'd been told simply to 'find a weapon' but he should have known it would have been like this. What was it with people are dark dramatic moods? It was too predictable. The pods had been unexpected, a little exciting (if not disturbing) even. But this? This, was exactly what he had imagined when the cloaked figure had hunted his brother down.

"Alright then, lets see what you have in store for me this time."

Walking forward to the center of the room, Elliot was aware of the energy in the room. A thousand quiet whispers hung in the air, ringing in his ears and echoing in his head. They snaked around him, towards him, through him. He felt, for the tiniest moment, lost as if he were a boat in a storm. He shook his head to clear his mind. Striding forward, the man examined the wall. Hundreds, thousands maybe, of bricks comprised the wall. Each had a small glowing, pulsing symbol carved onto it. He reached out to touch one which seemed like a sword. A sudden jolt of energy ran up his arm, followed quickly by a deep growl. He knew, without a doubt, that the brick was not for him. Clutching his hand, Elliot wondered how he knew that. But try as he might, he could not be certain how the knowledge had come to him.

There was a tugging, he felt the slightest pull towards the left side of the room. With every step he took in that direction, the tugging grew stronger and stronger, until Elliot felt that he was being pulled by some invisible rope tied around his wrist. His hand settled on a tablet, and a warm, contented humming filled the room. He raised his hand. The rune on the stone was in the shape of a blade of sorts. How curious. He wanted to look around some more, but for some reason, he was drawn to this stone. Placing his hand back on it he wondered what it was.

He was surprised to hear a response.

You, who seek my name, what is it that you are looking for?

The deep voice seemed to fill the entire room. Talking rocks. Or maybe it was all in his head? Elliot felt a smirk curving up on his face, there was no use wondering about these things. He wanted an adventure and here he was.

"Nothing."

Nothing? The voice seemed surprised.

"Nothing." He confirmed.

Then why have you come here?

"Why not?" he replied, shrugging. "Maybe I have nothing better to do."

You have no convictions? No desires, no passions, no purpose? Do you not seek revenge as the others? Or is it acceptance that you are craving?

"Not at all, I don't need any of those."

Then you are lost. The voice stated. Elliot was a bit miffed by it's sudden assertion. Who was a brick to judge him? What was this voice that sought to judge his character, his desires and his purpose, with just a few words? He swallowed his anger, and if the voice noticed, it did not say. And you are seeking a purpose.

"Perhaps, perhaps not."

And now you are dodging my questions.

Elliot shrugged again.

But that suits me just fine. My name is Falkvarðrd and perhaps together we shall find a purpose for you.

"Falkvarðrd, that's a mouthful. How about just Falks?"

Falks? The voice said, sounding rather taken-aback. Very well Ellie, I suppose that will do.

He laughed, so the voice had a sense of humor. That was good. It made things more bearable.

Well, what are you waiting for? Let us be on our way. No use mucking about in this moldy room.

He pried the stone from the wall and, there was a flash of light as the run engulfed the entire stone. When the light faded, Elliot looked down and in his hands he held a blade similar to the one depicted in the rune.

Call to me, I will always be here.

The blade glowed before disappearing. In his hands, Elliot held a small metal charm in the shape of a bear head. He held it up against the torch-light to examine it. It looked a little worn about the edges, as if it had seen many years. He closed his fist around it and started down the stairs. A contented sigh filled his mind, and Elliot knew that at the very least, Falks had not lied.

Recall the distant shores,
the fading shores, the thunder of waves,
and all other things now abandoned.