Welcome to Gaia! ::

So once upon a time, there was this place, where us shadows lived. And the goddesses, I think they made us, but I don't know for sure. All I know is, they want us to do s**t. So we do s**t. Because when someone makes you, when someone breathes life into you and turns you into more than a splatter of color and matter on the floor, you ******** listen to what they've got to say.

She breathed life into me. The least I can do is answer her call.

I've been fighting pretty hard lately. There's a lot of s**t to kill! But it doesn't seem to be helping much, except I get a few little pretty trinkets that I get to keep every time something is dead. I like keeping things. It's not often they let us keep s**t. But these.. these are mine. They're all mine, and I can keep them, or use them to make weapons. Whatever I want. Nobody tells me what to do with these things but me.

And I like that.

I've been visiting the goddesses more often lately. They fill me out a little more, make me more whole each time. It's like, they care, you know? Of course they do. They made us. We're their little babies. Their sons. Their daughters. We do the work they ask, the work they probably really desperately need..

So we're pretty important, too.

So anyway, back to the fighting. I've met some pretty cool people while we fight together. Some are just passing faces, smiles and waves, maybe a compliment or a joke. I don't remember most of their names. There's a few, but every time I try to latch on to a name, it flutters away from my memory. I feel like that means I never knew them, before that moment. I mean, that makes sense, right?

Then there's Simmy. And I can tell we knew each other. She needs me to protect her, and it feels like I'm supposed to. Sometimes, when I'm fighting, I'll see two shadowlings fighting together. Maybe they're holding hands, or giving each other a look that nobody else gets. You can tell there's something there. I don't know what, but there's something. And that's how I feel about Simmy.

So I don't know where I'm going, or how long the goddesses are going to keep letting me stick around, but for whatever time I get, I'm sticking by her. Whenever I'm not around her, I KNOW I'm missing something, but when we're together, the ache lessens. And I'm happy. That's got to mean something, right?

I hope so. 'Cause so far, I ain't got nothing else.