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Post by Mikoto on Dec 24, 2010 7:12:14 GMT -5
1st Month
Sanctuary. That's what the here people called this place, this building at the center of the city. It was the place from which I was summoned as well. Their leaders, the Elegies, they say I was a warrior from a distant land sent here to help them, but they also say that I had died in order to come here.
Necromancers.
Funny how that word came to mind at an instant. The ability to raise the dead was – oddly enough – not a strange concept of mine. In fact, it felt dangerously familiar. … It was as if I should have known.
Then again, I should have known a lot of things.
Either way, this body of mine did not look that old. Perhaps the old "me" had been foolish to die at such a young age. How odd. If the "me" now knew that, then how did "I" still end up dying? Perhaps it was an unforeseeable accident? Or could it be that our bodies are restored when we are “reborn”? Our souls simply transferred into another vessel.
… this is sounding much too familiar than I would like. I’m starting to get that headache again. Every time I try to remember, the throbbing pain serves as a reminder not to. This whole situation feels sketchy. The summoning of dead warriors, creatures from other realms.
Not to mention, why am I unable to remember? Other warriors remember their lives. I cannot. Other than my name, I do not remember anything of my past. It was one of the reasons I was given this journal, to write down my thoughts. From the start, even if I had my memories, I was different from the other warriors. My body did not seem suited for battle. There were no rough calluses from fighting. Then … there was my prehensile tail. The people here did not normally have tails.
… My headache’s back. Perhaps I will write more in this journal later.
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