Main Blessing obtained: Zone obtained: 1 Link to blessing:xxx
I sort of miss those memories now . . . Even if not all of them were happy. The point of feeling is to know the spectrum, isn't it?
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:20 pm
Battle Arena Success!
Loot obtained: Gold Edge + Blue Seal Link to arena win:xxx
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:24 pm
Side Achievement completed: The Wind Walker + The Joyful Link to blessing win(s):xxx
I wish I could remember all of these memories. They must have been each wonderful and terrible in their emotions.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:26 pm
Side Achievement completed: Sweet Sorrow Link to blessing win(s):xxx
Goddess, please, give it back . . . Why must they take every memory? I'm starting to get resistant to the whole idea, especially when I just know I wrote to someone important . . .
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:41 pm
Side Achievement completed: Side blessing 011: Minor Blessing of The Soul Link to blessing win(s): Below
What was going on?
That was all she wanted to know, really. They had risen (from perdition) to do the will of the goddesses, but . . . what were they needed for? What could they offer that the divines could not create themselves, if life was so easy for them?
Memories.
Rostym had found it okay at first. The memories had not been hers, after all, just fragments of something from the aether of the world: of someone long gone. That’s what she had figured when she had begun to get minor blessings and experiences all those emotions: the sorrow, resolution, and satisfaction in the fragment descent, the burning fury and holy serenity of the flights to the floating islands, the malevolence in the Cliff’s winged protectors, the loneliness of the park . . . People had been there once, she decided. People had lived and breathed and perhaps not had been in shadows and a red moon, but in a brighter world entirely—and now all they were left with were the memories of what once had been.
She did not know this much: a war had occurred, or if not that then at least some climactic battle. But who had won? Who had lost? Who had been taking sides and who had withdrawn?
Another thought occurred to her: what if they were doomed to repeat it? What if . . . Oh Goddess. No, no, that wasn’t right. Get it together Ross, they couldn’t possibly be the people who had died, because then she would have had more of a spark when encountering some of the figures . . . right?
Then again, Ross thought darkly, the goddesses keep taking our memories before we can do anything about it. Maybe they’d been making sure they couldn’t remember. But . . . that would make the goddesses more sinister in purpose, and she couldn’t believe that they wished their subjects ill . . . Nobody could be that cruel, to make life and forge a false purpose for a sick experiment. She refused to believe it. If it was the truth, then she would swallow it soon enough: but to become a goddess, Ross thought, one had to believe they could change things. That destiny was not the make of their path, only they were. The goddesses had only put them to certain goals after all—what they discovered there was all their own.
She wouldn’t put thoughts to this abyss in her mind any more. She would continue towards the goal she had been wanting since consciousness first came to her: Rostym would rise above.
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