He was awake now. He was alive. These were two things that Finn Connor knew as he took that final step down into the cove. The haze that had clung to him not long before was lifting, and with it he felt something, some kind of energy, a feeling like electricity coursing through his veins. His eyes were alight with it, his fingers curling and uncurling into fists at his sides, the stiffness of his joints now receding, leaving him feeling more whole, more like himself, even if he still at this point knew very little about who he was beyond his name. There were some things, though, some sparks that jolted awake pictures in his mind, flashes of imagery that he was sure, if he spent enough time concentrating on it, would form a movie, a memory, and he would welcome the opportunity to know more.

But for now, he had other things to concentrate on. Retrieving a weapon, or rather, letting his weapon find him. That's what Stormy said he was supposed to be doing, at least. She had left that part rather vague, really, only mentioning what he would find in this small, dark, and cool space, and that it would find him.

Taking further steps into the room, he let brown eyes sweep the room, arms coming up to cross over his chest, lips pulling back from teeth in what might have been a smile but looked far too vicious to be just that. That energy from before was pulsating now, a rhythm that beat across his skin, almost rejuvenating. There was a hum in the air, and it didn't take long to locate the source. The stone tablets that he had been told he would find, his gaze stopped on them, and with arms falling back to his sides he strode over to get a closer look, the humming increasing in volume as he did so.

The tablets themselves were a sight to behold, each seeming to glow, or perhaps it was just a trick of the torch light. Without so much as thinking, Finn began to raise a hand up as though to touch one that was right in front of his face, and then hesitated. No, it was foolish to just touch something so strange without giving any thought to what the repercussions might be. Though, if it was dangerous, Stormy would have told him not to, right? She struck him as the type who would be worried over others safety, as one that would have said something if there was any real danger. Sucking in a deep breath, he let his finger tips brush against the tablet, one that's rune depicted a wicked looking battleaxe.

Perhaps it's glow seemed to glow just a tad bit brighter, perhaps the hum in the air became slightly louder, and maybe something that sounded like a whisper flitted against his mind, but it was all so...anticlimactic, that he actually took a step backwards and away, his hand falling back down to his side. That was it? He gave his head a small shake, then fell into a crouch near the floor, legs bent at the knees, one arm crossed over his chest, one hand up to cup his chin as though in thought. It would find him, she had said so, so what could he do now but wait?

He couldn't have said how long he had stayed crouched there, or when exactly that light hum in the air turned into what could only be described as a sleepy growl, a sound that started out quiet and low but built in volume then began to taper again. The sound was enough to widen his eyes, head turning from left to right, his heart leaping in his chest and his pulse quickening as he shot to his feet, but quickly felt foolish when there was nothing to be seen.

What the ******** hell was that??

< I hear you... The words were a combination of a hiss with a low growl, < Come closssser. > <******** hell!" He voiced his thoughts out loud this time, then barked out a laugh as realization dawned. It will find me indeed.

< Yesssssss > The voice hissed at him once more, even as he took the time to cast his glance over all of the stones now, searching for the source of it, though confused at what the voice was agreeing to.

< I found you. > There was a faint hint of amusement in the raspy tone, and as if to emphasize this, a dry laugh accompanied the words this time.

"Jeeesus, that is creepy!" He muttered, one hand coming up to rub at his face before fingers ran back through slightly long and unkempt, two tone brown hair. "You reading my thoughts or something?"

He was graced with another dry laugh, right at the moment that his eyes fell on a tablet near the floor, actually only perhaps four feet away from where he had been crouched down before. A tablet that seemed to glow with an aura unlike all of the rest, and a strong urge to reach out and pry the tablet from the wall nearly overcame him, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Restraining himself from such quick action, he instead took the two steps forward that closed the distance, and hunkered down near the tablet, studying it's rune which depicted a long staff like object...a spear? No.....no, not a spear.

His eyes widened again. "You're a....a..." He couldn't even get the word out, it was too ridiculous to say out loud, and he found himself laughing again, because really? Really??

< Noooooooo... > The voice replied, the hiss replaced with a low and dangerous growl, one that dripped with open disdain. < Not that, whatever that isssss, but you, you may call me Trynt, as my more formal name would be far too difficult for you to ssssay!>

"And what, exactly, would you be, Trynt?" He asked, rather conversationally, his eyes narrowing as he finally reached forward to do what he'd wanted to do since he'd first heard that otherworldly sound of a growl and a hiss rolling through his head, and let his hands rest on the tablet, fingers curling around it's edges.

It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The energy, the sparks of life, waking up, a new beginning, a new age. Something that sunk into the very marrow of his bones, that left every muscle of his body trembling, and Finn sucked in yet another loud gasp of air, a sharp hiss of his own, as he pried that stone tablet loose from the wall, and staggered to his feet, panting.

Another dry chuckle, one that seemed clearer now then before, a feeling of elation that surged through Finn's head, though he wasn't quite sure if it was even his own.

Answer me. He thought towards the tablet, demanding. What are you then?

< He catchessss on. I am-- > The voice cut off, just as a thrum of some kind of energy seemed to burst from the tablet and up Finn's arms, the glowing light becoming so bright that Finn was forced to close his eyes against it, but even with eyes closed he could still feel what was happening, as what he held in his hands began to change, something sliding against his palms, something smooth and hard, and his fingers curled around it to hold on, his eyes fluttering back open when the glowing subsided, only to see that he now held what was so perfectly inscribed on the tablet moments before in a rune. A lance. The lance.

The look on Finn's face was not one that was normal for him, though it only flickered across his features for an instant, and then was gone.

Reverence, pure and simple.

< I am that which brings forth the wind in the storm, a hurricane of strength, a fury to behold. I am a Wyvern. > There was a pride in that raspy tone that was impossible to ignore, one that swelled Finn's chest as well.

"Well, Trynt." He began, that flash of teeth lighting up his face once more into a smile that was still just not quite right. Now you belong to me.

< Do I? > That voice rumbled out in return, again with an undertone of amusement. < I guesss we shall seeeee who posssessss's who. >