It was taking him longer than he had expected to get used to having a body again. Heavy, more than just memories. The memories didn't help either, flickering back and forth, hinting teasing. He might have been a hero, might have saved..

"Who do you think you are?"

Myr heard a voice whispering, and for a moment, he thought that he was back as a memory. There was no one around him.

"Look at your shadow."

He did, looking down to see his shadow. It was bright, determined, resolute, and it solidified as he watched. That was not his shadow, or at least, he didn't think so. It wasn't like he remembered.

The shadow grew brighter, the figured armoured, holding a very familiar sword.

"Your have forgotten something. Memories. I borrowed those from you and now you have my word I will return them. You are bound perhaps for greatness. Take these memories and become more than you ever were, greater than you can possible imagine. As long as there are still heroes in this world, as long as someone calls for me, for the need to Protect this world, I will be there."

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A lock appeared, on a choker around his neck. It glowed a gentle blue, and a chain dangled from it. It was something important, he knew, and he wrapped his hand around it briefly.

It was good to be home.