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The First Meeting

Humans are fundamentaly flawed. For every situation the same person may act differently regardless of the similarities that all those situation have in common. Faced with something they are uncomfortable with they would rationalize it with any form of reasoning even if it defies logic. This applies with things that they love. Things that they know. Especially things that they hate.

It was that time of year again . The crowds were enjoying the day. The money that changed hands was staggering as people bought toys, drinks, foods, clothes and the list goes on. Fireworks were littering the sky, painting the night sky with a myriad of colors on a star studded canvas. Children dancing and "eeping" with their delightful voice, in as they run about. Almost everyone were enjoying the holiday. It was a time to let loose, a time for all to enjoy their escape from a sure death 5 years to that day. Many a couple were proposing to

However we are not focusing on them but rather we will pay our attention to a single 5 year old boy. With blonde hair that looked like it came from the sun he hid under the shadows of a tree. Dressed in what the villagers celebrating would call and I quote "garments", the boy was playing an elaborate game of hide and seek with extreme pain at stake. He could literally hear his heart beating. Shivering in the thin sheet of cloth that covered his body, one which looks like a toga for his top and shorts that seems to have died a few years back the boy considered his options.

Now everyone has what would amount to an eureka moment where the gears in the brain would switch from barely able to do anything to being a metaphorical sponge for knowledge. It is also the time where a person long-term memories would form. This has for some weird and totally unknown reason occurred at the age of 4 years and 9 months in this boy. A little bit late in hindsight. As a result he had little to no memories prior to that time. However he still could remember with perfect clarity weird smelling monsters that would sometimes hurt him. He saw in his mind eyes the smiles and hugs some of his fellow showed when they played with each other.

He recalled the weird flying things that were so sharp. But to him none of this mattered. For this one point in time he had to escape those weird monster. So he hid trying not to make a sound . Trying to look for them. If he did that then-

Pain all he felt was pain. He saw out of the corner of his eye a monster holding those weird flashes in the sky like a chain connecting him with his(the monster) hand. He could hear shouting and really loud and happy wanted to run away but his body just won't listen. He wanted to scream but his breath just came out in ragged gasps. For an eternity he felt the pain but in the end the blackness with it's comforting embrace came.

He woke up in the white room. It was a room that smelled funny. The boy looked out the window and saw the sun nearly setting and a flock of birds happily flying about. He felt weak and softly whistled a song. A song matching the language of the birds that flirted out of his window. He asked them to come so he could pet them. The birds responded by looking at him before flying through the window. When they landed on him the boy petted them and coax them to tell him something, anything. To an outsider they would only see a boy smiling while he petted the birds. To a villager they would be terrified of it as they saw their worst fear slowly breaking the boy's bonds. But the boy had no idea of this. To him it seemed that his entire world was filled with pain and isolation.

The white man who would leave without saying anything.

The old lady who would take care of the other children but would ignore him like he did not exist

The monsters that tried to hurt him for all two months of his life.

Here in this white room the boy had a rare moment of relaxation and reflection. He wondered not with words but with thoughts and feelings about his life. He felt a strange feeling that made him want to fall asleep(a/n he doesn't know about death yet),to just give up. He wondered what would it be like to smile by substituting the children in his memories with himself. He utterly ignored the strange feeling deep inside him that he should help those monsters, to let them hurt him. He wondered why did this happen to him and no one else. He wondered why he had to feel the pain. Then he felt tears running down his cheek at that thought. Raising his hands and touching those tears he wondered why he was doing that and so knowing that in this white room that he would be safe. For the first time in his life(all two months) did he chose to fall asleep. To fall into the deepest slumber that he possibly could.

She was wondering. Pondering. Speculating. She remembered about parts of her life. No more than two or three days worth but enough for her. She remembered about that men with the spiral eye. She remembered cursing him as he sealed 1/9th the power of the damned angel into her. She remembered losing her memories fragment by fragment. Piece by piece. She remembered the blood lust the cursed power had given. She remembered losing her personality slowly but surely while her body moved and killed on its own.

She wondered when she started regaining herself. She mused that it must have been when she was sealed in a human for the first time. At first she knew only darkness and anger. However that was tempered away as she somehow copied the memories of he hosts. Like the beginnings of a fire she slowly gained memories of her her first host until she knew everything about them. As she gained their memories she slowly remembered about her life. In hindsight she realized she gained more memories the second time around. A whole lot more. She wondered if she would gained back all her memories if she remained sealed for a long enough period of time.

Then she felt something foreign entered her domain. It felt strange but then she noticed that it was new. Something akin to excitement blossomed in her veins as she willed her domain to resemble a giant platform along with herself in what would be her true form at one point in time. As she was doing this she wondered why did this entity feel so sad.

The boy felt something. He knew he was sleeping but he felt curious . He felt like when he was reflecting but only a thousand time more intense. He sensed about some thing new something he was exited about. He then did something sort of like an echo something that was just the like he did it but it felt a tad bit odd like it was not meant for him. He thought about walking to this echo to see what it was.

She waited. In her young but regal body (16+ years old), she waited knowing that what ever it was it is curious. She knew it was coming to her so she waited. While she waited she wondered why did dhe feel pained.

He was thinking about the last monster with that weird sky flashes as he was walking towards that something. He stopped thinking when he saw a goddess.

She stopped thinking about the pain and filed it away for the future when she saw him ambling in that horrible state, her tails flicking with suppressed curiosity.

Memories are a way for us to learn from our past. Every action and decision we make is shaped by our past. A false memory is a knowledge at the level where it blends seamlessly with our memories. It resemble something equivalent to the gained knowledge from a documentary for example but at an extremely high rate of integration with our memory. False memories can be a result of a really good imagination or even hypnotism. And if there is no memory to contest such a false memory a person would based their actions on these false memories.

She saw a boy who seemed to be in sadness. It was due to his clothes which resembled nothing more than pieces of clothes tied together by the barest of threads. It was not cause by how his face expressed his feelings as it was something along the lines of a blank emotionless mask. It was a result in how he was treated that cause his malnutrition what with his ribs exposed through the holes of his clothing or his general lack of growth. No it was how he walked that told her all she needed to know of his state of mind. How he walked or ambled slowly, so slowly. How his arms droop ever so slightly when he moved his body. In life many people could control what they show on their facial facade but few could truly hide such signs from their every actions, their every habit.

The two of them then stared at each other. One who wasn't able to show any emotion while the other unable to hide any emotion. Neither knew of how long this stare off lasted

Then she realized that at the edge of her consciousness there was some thing. It was curiosity she decided. Although she wondered about the second feeling that seemed a lot awe. If you had asked her to describe that something she would have said it was white. Like a pure soul. Total innocence. But as she "looked" at it she realize one very odd thing. It never changed. It got stronger sure but in essence that something only got purer.

She wondered why. She wondered how. Then she wondered what it was so she tried to push her feeling of curiosity to it. Then she saw the boy's eye widen. To say why this was a significant fact one must realize that this was the first time she saw anything on the boy's face. Even from the moment he entered he carefully kept every sign of emotion of his face.

Then she received something. Like her memories she gained from her past hosts events that had happened sometime in the past started to flash in front of her eyes. There was something different though. It was more vivid she realized . All the pictures were crystal clear while even her old recovered memories weren't even half as precise. Unlike her absorbed memories she heard everything as though she was there where her absorbed memories consisted mostly of emotions.

She noted grimly that most of the memories were filled with pain. That the boy,her host she realized mostly felt fear in all her memories. Fear and curiosity. She focus all her concentration on a few of the memories and she realized that she was right, there was an extreme curiosity in between the bouts of fear. She felt sad, broken even. What was it like to never feel the love of a mother she mused internally. Even she had a few memories of when she was a kit.

Inexplicably she had a need, if you would to comfort him. The maternal instinct to comfort the child that she just could not absentmindedly realized that she must have been affected by some of her host more painful memories. She also came to a conclusion that her absorbed memories must have been affecting her as well sparking a slew of maternal instincts in her.

A being that must follow her emotion she stood up and walk towards the boy . she then lowered herself to this level. Taking note of his brilliant blue eyes and enjoying the almost gobsmacked expression when she then hugged him. With the barest of thought she then took some of her better memories filled with happiness and contentment, even if the events themselves were an unknown and gave it to him. The memory of a well told bedtime story by her mother while the rain was falling , the sure knowledge that there are people that would always be there for him, the satisfaction of being praised, memories a normal child should have. Even though these memories were nothing more than concepts, filled with emotions she knew that he would appreciate it. She felt more than see the comfort the boy took from those memories as his mind seemed to feel lighter. As his face visibly brightened she could sense an aura of belonging.

She continued hugging him as he immersed himself in the memories she gave him. The memories of a family. The memories of being loved. She knew that even though she was unable to perfectly copy the memories to give him it did not matter. All he needed was to feel comforted. To feel happy, loved and content. That is what he needed, the things others took for granted but he never had.

A feeling of wanting to be comforted,a desire to try to emulate his new found memories wafted over her breaking her musings. She then pulled back a bit and saw him holding back his tears. Despite that his lips were trembling and his eyes were watery. Still she saw the look of hope in the eyes of the originator of that strange feeling. She didn't know why he was doing that(crying) or why he still needed to be comforted but she knew she would get the answers eventually. So she thought of a bed and a simple fur lined bed, king sized materialize next to her. She carried the boy to the bed and comforted him to sleep with a melody she learned from her mother all those years ago.

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