Memories given to Excalibur
He... he didn't want to forget. Now that he knew, now that he remembered. A bitterness could be felt deep down, within him. He knew now, why he'd been here in this world, fighting for so long. Feeling so empty, and slowly to become whole, himself again.
He remembered them all now, everything. Misunderstandings aside, he wanted to see them all, to smile and say it was alright. To ensure they were fine. Those he did care about and treasure. But there was no time. Not if he didn't want it to all end before it had even began. Excalibur requested it... demanded it of them. And if that was the case, he would do that. Because what was holding onto those memories if the world was to become nothing?
"And for this trip... well. Yes you can come." The voice was his father's, kind as he gave his hair a small tussle. "You studied hard and practiced, I'm sure you'll learn something." He added, seeming rather pleased with him as he spoke.
And with that it faded... nothingness.
He was laughing quietly, overjoyed as he sat looking at it. A masterpiece, it had been. No one could debate that, even the tutor couldn't. Rather, they'd commented they didn't know how he'd pulled it off. But if anything top marks and great work would earn him a smile, a pat, and some form of praise. Studying was worth it all if he got that much.
Together they had done it, beaten it back and down to the ground. The dragon lay before them, vanishing into the insanity it was. He was exhausted, gasping for breath as he looked briefly to those around him. Thankfully... thankfully it was over.
His fingers spun, toying with the snow before him. It was merely a small pocket, but the flakes danced along with his fingers as he moved it. Perhaps... thirty tiny flakes? It was nothing impressive, nothing that would leave a traveler witless in a mountain, yet a smile blossomed on her face as she watched. After all, it was still an accomplishment for a child. That he was picking upon his own species' habits and abilities. Something any child needed to do. "Excellent, now try to the left." She said sweetly, still more then thrilled at his progress.
"I... like you too." It was a simple set of words, still a bit ambiguous, but of something potential, something that might happen? Did he hope for it? Perhaps... but...
And then many memories, connected to that hope, connected to what might be were torn apart, away. Not a single thing, but those connected to a wish.
He could hear it, a voice he'd long forgotten. Only the sweet memories returned to him in this whole ordeal let him remember it. Her sweet, warming words. His mother, that woman he'd never known, but loved. Yet... her voice was fading, vanishing into whispers, then gone... what was that soft thing he'd remembered again?
"I am you... but not really you..." He was staring at himself, a mirrored version, no ears or tail. A self that seemed... calm, accepting of what had come. As if perhaps he'd seen too much. Though... excited, he seemed so excited to speak about something...
And with that each memory faded from his mind, gone for what might be forever, who was to know. But they went to a worthy cause... to something worth fighting for. Did they not?
He remembered them all now, everything. Misunderstandings aside, he wanted to see them all, to smile and say it was alright. To ensure they were fine. Those he did care about and treasure. But there was no time. Not if he didn't want it to all end before it had even began. Excalibur requested it... demanded it of them. And if that was the case, he would do that. Because what was holding onto those memories if the world was to become nothing?
"And for this trip... well. Yes you can come." The voice was his father's, kind as he gave his hair a small tussle. "You studied hard and practiced, I'm sure you'll learn something." He added, seeming rather pleased with him as he spoke.
And with that it faded... nothingness.
He was laughing quietly, overjoyed as he sat looking at it. A masterpiece, it had been. No one could debate that, even the tutor couldn't. Rather, they'd commented they didn't know how he'd pulled it off. But if anything top marks and great work would earn him a smile, a pat, and some form of praise. Studying was worth it all if he got that much.
Together they had done it, beaten it back and down to the ground. The dragon lay before them, vanishing into the insanity it was. He was exhausted, gasping for breath as he looked briefly to those around him. Thankfully... thankfully it was over.
His fingers spun, toying with the snow before him. It was merely a small pocket, but the flakes danced along with his fingers as he moved it. Perhaps... thirty tiny flakes? It was nothing impressive, nothing that would leave a traveler witless in a mountain, yet a smile blossomed on her face as she watched. After all, it was still an accomplishment for a child. That he was picking upon his own species' habits and abilities. Something any child needed to do. "Excellent, now try to the left." She said sweetly, still more then thrilled at his progress.
"I... like you too." It was a simple set of words, still a bit ambiguous, but of something potential, something that might happen? Did he hope for it? Perhaps... but...
And then many memories, connected to that hope, connected to what might be were torn apart, away. Not a single thing, but those connected to a wish.
He could hear it, a voice he'd long forgotten. Only the sweet memories returned to him in this whole ordeal let him remember it. Her sweet, warming words. His mother, that woman he'd never known, but loved. Yet... her voice was fading, vanishing into whispers, then gone... what was that soft thing he'd remembered again?
"I am you... but not really you..." He was staring at himself, a mirrored version, no ears or tail. A self that seemed... calm, accepting of what had come. As if perhaps he'd seen too much. Though... excited, he seemed so excited to speak about something...
And with that each memory faded from his mind, gone for what might be forever, who was to know. But they went to a worthy cause... to something worth fighting for. Did they not?
Points: 70
