Prelude

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"Choose my Liege!"
He heard the voice the moment the crown touched his head and he saw the light. This light then faded as his eyes adjusted, and he could see a strange structure, it’s giant walls surrounding him, the walls then shifted into shelves filled with scrolls, books, and other obscure items on it.
He knew where he must be, Emina's own realm. His father had told him many tales about this place when he was a boy, from when he himself had gone here all those years ago, Marcus had just been a boy then.
"Choose your ideal, and choose wisely, Marcus of Cloud Central."
There again was the voice, the voice of the goddess herself. Firm but not unkind, it echoed through his mind, and all the ideals popped into his head, all seven of them. He didn't need to think about it, he knew the correct answer as sure as his own destiny, he had foreseen it. The visions had brought it to him nearly every time they visited him.
He had thought them dreams at first, figments of his imagination, but it hadn’t been long before they started coming true. The first of them, the death of his mother, and then, his fated encounter with the witch, even the sound of her name, though still unpronounceable to him, and now, the death of his father.
He had no time to grief, he had grieved for his mother long enough, and now this final bit of proof, the one that made even the last drop of doubt leave his mind, he had to act, he had to follow the visions, however much he dreaded it, or what it might entail. He had to prepare his people for times to come, he would have much too do, and very little time.
"I choose liberty!"
He could make out the vague outline of the goddess, immense and fierce, the force that moved the world, the heavens, and the seas, more powerful than he could imagine, and he felt her gaze upon him.
"Good choice…"
he heard her whisper, as he slipped from this place, it wasn't as clear as before, but as if said from afar.
And then, he was back in the chieftain's tent, where the ceremony had taken place, he looked his brother Arthur in the eyes, he who had placed the crown on his head, and now bowed slightly, before stepping away.
He looked to Neae, the witch, who gave him one of her signature expressions, one masquerading as a grimace, that only his trained eye would be able to recognize as a smile, and he stood.
"I have chosen the ideal of liberty, that it may lead us to victory, and a united Cloud Nation!"
He noticed the frowns of the people, they didn't come as a surprise to him, they would have expected him to choose strength, like his father and grandfather before him, and he would have, if not for the visions. He had told only Arthur about them, and that he would choose liberty, and he suspected that the witch already knew, which was in part why he hadn't bothered telling her, he had also wanted to see her face when he did, she showed no surprise but neither did she reveal anything else. No matter<$n>, it wasn't really her business anyway, as an outsider from a distant land.
She had come to him in his visions multiple times, and she had arrived to his lands as they predicted, sometime after the passing of his mother two years ago. He suspected she knew about his visions, but she had never mentioned it, and neither had he.
"All hail chief Marcus!" His brother announced, and despite the frowns, they cheered, and now, it was time.

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