Authoress Note: I started this a year ago, got about halfway (notice the style change?) then gave up because I not only lacked inspiration but I couldnt make the plot fit! It annoyed me something chronic. But here it is! Expect more soon, as is fitting with my Nostalgia Challenge. The other chapters may be more fluid than this, but I wanted to show passing time, as the chapters will probably be kinda choppy time wise. Anyway, enjoy. :3
A/N2: I changed the name, Echo Of A Memory seemed somewhat...generic. So here I present: Divinty Fleeting. :3
Chapter One
Her head was bowed slightly, making her hair fall forward and hide majority of her face. Her hands were folded in her lap, and her eyes were staring at them hard. She was silent. It was unnerving how polite she was, I almost crashed the gummy because I spent so long scrutinizing her. "What's your name again?" I asked her, attempting to start a conversation. I already knew her name, but that girl needed to talk.
She tilted her head and more hair seemed to fall around her face, creating a veil for her to talk behind. "My name is Dagger." I frowned, she didn't give a lot of room for conversation, and I didnt want to talk her ear off. "I'm Sora" I said brightly, trying not to show how annoyed I was. I will never understand girls.
"Here, let me get that."
I looked over my shoulder and saw the fluffy kitten that was my best friend. Ok so Riku isn't a kitten, but his hair is just so damn fluffy. I think it's because I call him a kitten that he and Kairi are always joking that im in the closet gay. Which, so not true.
"I swear you didnt leave with this much." He said, giving me a level look. "You went shopping didn't you?" I went red, did he have to drag that up? "No, but you haven't let me explain what the King wanted yet!" Riku headed another bag out of the cargo hold. "We don't have to babysit or something do we?"I laughed nervously, this wasn't going to go well. "Not exactly..."
"Sora..?" a timid voice spoke up behind us and I turned to see Dagger there in all her orange jumpsuited glory. A smiled warmly at her, though it did little to sooth her nerves. "Dagger, this is my friend Riku, he's going to help us get your memory back." She gave a small nod and I turned to Riku, who was looking at me with a hell of a lot of mixed emotions on his face.
This was going to take a while...
She just stood there, staring at the waves, her hands held behind her back and her clipped hair waving in the slight breeze. There was something about the perfect way she held herself, some sort of strength yet not shown. It was almost... Regal.
Hours become days...
Days become weeks...
Weeks become months...
And still...
Nothing.
I couldn't say how long she had been here, time always seems to blur on the islands, what feels like moments could be hours, what feels like years could be a single moment. And she intensified it. Her very presence made all sense of time escape from its binds, sending us spiralling into conceptual twilight.
"Sora?" She calls to me, drawing me out of my own reverie only to flounder in the muddy depths of her eyes.
Kairi has made some progress with her, she no longer seeks refuge from the world. Instead she embraces it, I sometimes imagine her screaming at it in her strange speech, eyes ablaze, hair whipping around her face. She screams a cry of battle, of grief and discord. She battles the beasts with blood lust, claiming from them memories and dreams taken from her. She flies into the inferno, wings made of light bearing her over the decay of battle, dealing blow for blow, spell for spell, drenched in the stench of death and destruction and ash and holy. She urges herself to sanctuary, to arms so strong. To arms unknown. And then she calls me again, and I wonder why my daydreams have become so disturbing. But I see it, in those muddy pools. A glint of blood lust, like garnet droplets in her soul, seeking retribution.
Listen to me, I've started talking like she does.
