Chapter 1. "ANUMIDIUM AE ALTADOON CELESTI-AKA MOONBUTT MNEM."
"Divayth Fyr, I persume. A splendid magician you are. I would expect nothing less from the only friend of Sotha Sil, my greatest ally and foe. Now come, join me. Wash away the surprise and lay down that woeful mask you wear. Let us enrich each other with understanding and unify in me."
"Ur, your existance is bane of this world. You know I can only refuse. I have but one question – How are you back?"
"Splendid question. This curiosity befits the greatest asset of The Old Tribunal. Just as I remember you! No truce? You want to battle? Fine, but I shall first give you the answer you seek. After my death, my soul had been etched into Numidium as it tore time and space, rummaging and shouting all over State Gradient Echo of Mundus."
With a lowered voice and with shrugged posture, he continued "Nerevar and Almasivi... Having destroyed my dream, pushed me into the fate of dwemer. I still feel Numidium tearing State Gradient Echo to Z. But instead of Z, we hit an unexpected P."
Dagoth Ur took a pause as he leaned on the wall "It was a marvelous universe, but what did it mean... How? Why? ...It can't be explained. Eloquence fails me here... W-"
"Dagoth." Divayth Fyr grew impatient.
"No room for patience Fyr? Not even after all those thousands of years? I can't fathom why you wouldn't acquire a taste for-"
"Ur."
"Fine, if you wish so. Having failed to sum to Z, we ended up in an improbable P. Dwemer and I were consumed by illuminating darkness of godly forces in there. Hearing her hoofs in the mythomathematic time, we were lost, only glimpsing the flash universe we were in. We saw... ."
Turning towards Fyr, Ur raised his voice. Dagoth radiated more charisma than the epics of Nerevar described: "We saw... Ponies."
"It seems that eventually, the aftermath of terrestrial underworlds of Reman had come in an unexpected form and there is no magic that could have stopped it"
Fyr, intrigued and finally eager to say something, got interrupted by Dagoth Ur as he opened his mouth "-The Landfall is here and I lament the destruction of this... my own mind. Might as well celebrate myself in this moment of downfall."
Speaking up, Dagoth Ur raised his hands and then squeezed them on his chest "BAL GARTHOK AKULAKHAN."
The dead crater left behind by the explosion of Red Mountain shook as Akulakhan rose from dirt and then crumbled into a void gate. From it, an entity emerged. "I am Celestia and all of Nirn shall tremble from my name. Fourth empire of Cyrodiilis, will be enacted with six four hooves!"
In midst of this, a new memospore, a mind message occupied the mind of Divayth Fyr. Hasphat Antabolis called his presence in the Imperial City. With importance designated to Cyrodiilic Rapture level, it could not be ignored. As Celestia manifested her Ur-Godhead image as a reborn aka, Fyr was recalling the mark in Cyrodiil, where he teleported in a wingbeat of an alicorn.
"Stop this madness!" war mothpriests yelled.
Rising over the Imperial City, a blue alicorn, levitated. Under the sun eclipse she spoke:
"My dream of Luna is over. I am avatar of Reman, the legendary illustrious lustiful Moonbutt!"
The killing light from Moonbutt's eyegaze evaporated six Cyrodiilic weapons of rapture aimed at her along with the mothmonks dispatched to stop her heretical mantling. As Moonbutt evaporated the live mothbarriers hiding the warpriests of Zero-Sum Mothdemy, Dagoth Ur arrived to the skies of Imperial City. Riding on Celesti-aka's spectral dragontail, he listened to Luna's proclamation:
"ANUMIDIUM AE ALTADOON CELESTI-AKA MOONBUTT MNEM".
Divayth Fyr's head was overwhelmed with ringing pressure. In just a few moment, he recieved multiple memospore messages from his contacts before the whole Dreamsleve grid collapsed – an event which was not supposed to be possible.
Nearby, a young Nibenese cultist started violently pushing around the gathered crowd, further disrupting Fyr's mind state.
"I, Procyon Telan welcome back Reman" on his knees, an Imperial citizen tore his shirt off.
"By lady Nirn herself, legend is born anew!" people chanted in ecstasy.
Spit from screaming mouths shovered Fyr's face. This quick metamorphosis of regular people into a fanatic mass completely disrupted his efforts to keep himself at a distance from regular sheeple.
Divayth Fyr used levitation to wiggle himself out of the crowd. Jumping from roof to roof, Fyr ran away from the city centre, leaving The Elevation of Procyon Telan behind - "Long live the first priest of the new Moonbutt temple!"
Thirty seconds were enough for the next thing to go awry. Shiny blue colour of lake Rumare turned red. Few seconds more and the entirety of city put up a new mask. Shiny bridges pawed the land, land which crumbled under their golden mask. The island of Imperial City disolved into a scattered archipelago. These golden bridges, spaning hundreds of meters adorned with whole neighbourhoods not touching the ground on either side, replaced the colovian arhitecture. Recently clean and sterile elven craftsmanship echoed a new shiny look. Human built housing decayed into woodern shacks.
"This looks like a dream of Reman's era" fascinated Fyr muttered to his short beard. Indeed, he was right – raising his look over the city roofs, he saw a new jungle establishing its humid atmosphere onto the generic grasslands of Cyrodiil.
Not being able to connect with Dreamsleve, Fyr needed privacy to piece together all the interrupted messages he revieced. Fyr scribbled magicka enhancing words on a rooftop:
"Gah"
"Dun"
"Moriche"
Void portal sucked him back home.
Eternally ascending centre of all creation, The Imperial Tower, stood before them. Half of them were Colovian nobility, one third Nibenay nobility and the rest a curious mix of influential cult personalities and still-living national heroes. The place was inner Imperial City. Located on the central island of Lake Rumare, this completely golden fortress of mythopoetic divine stood here thousands of years. Only breached once before, this place of sophistication was not going mad like the rest of the city. Trained in internalization of the divine intervention, the denizens of here-located great nobility, arguably sophisticated on par with Alinor nobility, locked their houses and wispered in their families.
"Could it really be Reman?"
"Are we sure?"
"Wait, Moths will tell us soon"
Descending upon the tower of all existance over them, Luna was greeted by highest Moth Priests. Dagoth Ur guarding her right flank spoke - "I speak in the name of now to be acknowledged Reman Luna Cyrodiil!"
"Do you read the signs of heavens?" he asked.
"Indeed, we may be blind, but by moths we read you!" nine Elder Moth Priests kneeled as milions of moths came into reality to coat the tower.
"The Mane Six are waiting. Finish your inauguration Luna!" Celestia whispered in Moonbutt's ear sweetly.
Moonbutt took a deep breath. The land of Cyrodiil shivered as royal Canterlot voice spoke:
"I AM CYRODIIL COME"
Amulet of Kings descended around Luna's neck.
"Priests, spread the word!" – Celestia ordered – "Empress Moonbutt, The First has arrived!"
The Nobility of Cyrodiil saw the moth swarm. They unlocked their homes, exited and exclaimed Empress's name nine times, screaming so they may be heard to Oblivion.
Far provinces of Nirn started metaphysically liquifying. Moon Khajiit rectally swallowed all skooma reserves before moon light turned black. Long ago, Pelin-el ran into a battle, eating his neck-veins while screaming the name of Reman.
In the gaze of humanity, there was no Luna, but a new-old face wearing the mante of Reman; Moonbutt was born, a new Reman oversoul.
