Trying for Memoire the silver meiko. 8D
Far below the graveyards of Reiflem, deeper than any shovel could ever dig, lies a truly wonderful cavern.
Its walls glisten like polished silver and a gentle breeze is constantly stirring the air. Light pulses brightly from millions of streaks of light as they zip and zoom around the perfectly round chamber. They are the souls of departed creatu, their memories and spirits sent down to the Round Chamber to join with the vast congregation of thousands upon thousands of creatu before them. Here they play and laugh and dance until they are once again called to the physical realm, using the power of the names.
A creatu's name is magical in and of itself. Their name is their soul, and can be transferred from any physical vessel to another with very little difficulty. The memories, thoughts, and dreams of the creatu transfer as well, and so begins a new chapter of memories, a new chapter of experiences.
When a creatu dies, one only needs to cast its name over another physical vessel to bring that soul, those memories, back, though without any memory of the chamber. Until then, they stay in the Round Chamber, as a ball of pure energy and light. Such a colossal source of energy could be a tempting target for grave robbers, if they know where to look.
And that's where Memoire comes in.
Among the flashes and orbs of light, the streamlined shape of a silver meiko in flight can be seen. Memoire is the guardian of the Round Chamber, it is his duty to defend these departed souls until they are called upwards once more. Day after day, he has tirelessly patrolled the same spherical room, but it is a job he doesn't mind. After all, Memoire does not possess memories of his own. Everyday his memories are erased, forgotten for the rest of time. He has no memory of the Round Chamber, no memory of endlessly circling, every day is a new day with a new job. The only thing he is constantly aware of is his duty to protect the Chamber.
Despite not having memories of his own, Memoire is able to experience those of other creatu. While circling the Chamber, he trims his wings and dives through the streaks of light, feeling the orbs pass through his body. He feels the light moisture of Scria's clouds upon his wings, the coolness of the water on Atquati. He feels the heat radiating up from lava flows, the adrenaline of thundering along as part of a herd. Every day he revels in these new experiences, and every day he starts to wish he too could see this new world, to have memories of his own. But then a new day dawns, and he is once again content to remain as guardian.
The creatu souls, however, retain memories of the Chamber as long as they remain just souls. They see Memoire reveling in experiences he will never have, chasing dreams he won't remember. Before the dawn of each new day, they watch him stare wistfully at the ceiling of the Chamber, towards the world above. They know that the world of Rescreatu has changed drastically over the many centuries since the Chamber's creation, the threat of grave robbers has become nonexistent. And with that, so has Memoire's duty.
Why then, must he remain trapped here for eternity?
As one entity, with one thought in mind, the orbs of light swirled together to create a massive vortex of light and energy. Memoire felt himself caught up in the powerful force, lifted up with the vortex towards the ceiling of the cavern. The barrage of energy collided with the round stone with a resounding clash. A blinding flash of light filled the air as a large crack etched its way across the smooth surface of the Chamber. Memoire was drawn to the small opening, to the dim light filtering through, and in a lightening quick moment he was free.
The crack closed itself with a thundering crack as the meiko rose up into the ember-filled skies above Reiflem. He spiraled over the graveyard, searching for any sign of the Round Chamber, but the entrance had closed up perfectly, leaving no sign of the hidden world beneath the tombstones. Satisfied that the secret of the Chamber would continue to remain just that, a secret, Memoire gave in to this overwhelming sense of freedom and sped off over the glowing red lava flows. It was time he made his own memories, had his own experiences. Time to find someone who would speak his name like a spell, calling to him. But, until that time, he shall never forget the Round Chamber, and the endless light of millions of souls.
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Far away, along the crystalline sea of Relcore, a petite girl with a masculine name sat upon the dock, trailing her toes through the lapping waves. A shape far off in the distance caught her eye, a silver creatu darting through the clouds. Her hair lifted as a gentle breeze brought the smell of salt and sunshine and the soft sounds of the meiko calling into the wind.
"Memoire," she whispered, though could not figure out why, and the shape dove down towards her.
Long post is long oh gosh. ;0; I just had a muse and then.....