The abandoned house in Verstrass, Egjora. Two Mendeans, two sets of memories. One had been here, one had not. But the events that occurred after his encounter there in one world had set forth a domino effect that had almost led to the loss of his father, ahead of schedule. An enemy, and yet…
Mendean stood and looked up at the battered old fence. It was just as run-down as he recalled. Beyond lay a modest country house, or at least it had been a thousand years prior. Like before, it had been torn down and rebuilt in places, recycling the old bricks from its original construction. Much of the original structure remained though. For when it had originally been constructed, it had served as a college of sorts. Now it was just a ruin.
He laid a hand on the fence, closing his eyes, frowning. Powerful wards remained in place. That was why it had not been destroyed, of course. Magic. For a thousand years prior, this whole street had been a country estate in which the great and good of the land had been educated in ettiquette, mathematics, geography, languages and, of course, courtly magic.
In both histories, his father had come here and spent several formative years learning how to be a young nobleman. Here he had excelled in the academic disciplines, and of course this was where his natural talent for magic had begun to blossom.
It was jealousy that had caused another to attempt powerful magics, trapping them in another world that they would not emerge from for many centuries. And when they did return, they had not liked the way the world had changed.
But all this had been caused by a young Mendean. He had cut himself by accident. The blood of the family. It had been enough. Enough to topple the first of the dominoes.
He stepped away, almost walking into an elderly couple. But they soon forgot he was even there and after a brief moment where they scowled and stumbled to one side, the wife chided her husband for becoming so clumsy in his old age. Neither recalled the strange young man with unkempt hair who had gotten in their way.
Mendean began to walk around the property, looking for a way in. Why was he here? Was it just to check that the story would remain the same? No, that was not possible. Father had been dead several years. The window of opportunity for revenge from the one trapped in another world was gone. Besides, there was a good chance he had ended up trapped in a world where time was not slower. Every likelihood he had died hundreds of years ago.
But what if?
He had to see. He had to know.
An alley. A low dry stone wall. This would have been the front entrance. Now it was something else, much diminished. Mendean turned into the alley, spotting the crumbling remains of the building's original archway, now strangled by unkempt trees.
This was it. He smiled to himself.
God Abilities:
Can warp reality around him, so that the environment will begin to resemble his dream-like realm.
May enter and manipulate the dreams of others.
You cannot know Mendean for who or what he is unless he allows it. Even your memories will be altered to disguise his identity, unless he does not wish it. Even his aura is too widely spread for you to see.