Spoilers for all Era 1 books! Please forgive my bad prose because I'm not a native English speaker.
The Lord Ruler had a dream.
He dozed off in his Terris hut and dreamed of a book series called Mistborn Era 1.
Upon waking, stunned, he first concluded that this dream was not crafted by Ruin: First, the dream foretold Ruin’s own destruction, yet the entity had always claimed to be unstoppable. Second, the dream mentioned his *storage caches*—and he was certain Ruin had yet to discover them.
Therefore, only one thing remained to verify: whether the future truly followed the events in Mistborn. In other words, whether this was a prophetic dream.
Verification was simple. Rashek rose, ignored the Inquisitors bowing deferentially outside the door, and strode through corridors to a chamber, at whose center stood an altar surrounded by ritual implements—bowls filled with triangular iron flakes, among others. He approached the altar… and froze.
A large leather-bound book lay quietly on the ground.
A millennium was too long. Too many memories—things he wished to remember or forget—had blurred his mind. He barely recalled keeping it: the diary of Alendi, the false Hero of Ages. A flood of thoughts overwhelmed Rashek. The path that girl Vin followed to escape Kredik Shaw in his dream… it really led to this diary!
This meant Vin could, as written, find the diary here and use its clues to kill him.
Everything aligns.
Calculating the timeline, Rashek realized he had less than a year left to live. His eyes lit up.
"I sense your unease," Ruin’s voice suddenly hissed. "How peculiar. What frightens you?"
Kredik Shaw, forged entirely of metal, blocked Ruin’s sight. However, despite the fact that the god could not see Rashek’s expression, its whispers still slithered into his mind.
Rashek ignored Ruin, turned away, and left the diary untouched. Just then, Ruin sighed: "Or is it pain? I could taste your sorrow. How ironic. A thousand years later, only I understand your sacrifices…"
Sorrow? Rashek nearly snorted. He knew the trapped god in Well of Ascension couldn’t read his mind, but Ruin had never been this wrong.
Not sorrow—he could weep from joy!
Per the dream’s script, in three years the world would be saved, the old Scadrial restored. All I need is to let that girl kill me… and die cooperatively. Rashek’s confidence swelled, his centuries old gloom vanishing. The future seemed radiant all of a sudden.
His euphoria lasted only an hour, though. Soon, Inquisitors reported capturing thieves attempting to rob the Steel Ministry’s coffers—including *that girl*. They gleefully imprisoned her in the dungeons and came seeking praise.
*What?! This isn't in the book!*
*Vin hasn’t even met the Survivor yet! How is she captured?!*
Rashek panicked.
*A minor deviation could doom everything. If Vin died prematurely, Ruin might triumph. I must correct this…*
Summoning his resolve, he began scheming.
*I couldn't let Vin go without arousing Ruin's suspicion. So someone must rescue her… Someone utterly reliable, who despises me enough to help her kill me…*
A name pops up in his mind.