Ahem... due to a request from a certain "bahumut" reader, whose name I will not mention, I have decided to write more on Forgotten Memories. I had originally thought that readers would take the end of the story and begin where the Soul Reaver 2 begins, but it appears that the demand of a certain reader is a little too great, and I so hate to disappoint any reader who loves to read my work. So, on with the story!!
Forgotten Memories
By Ryoken
As I made my way out of the stronghold, I found that a sense of longing to be what I once was, or at least to have what I once had, was beginning to form inside of me. It was small, but with every step, it grew bigger. I traveled across Nosgoth, without much thought on anything else, not even on battle, until I reached a door with a picture that looked closely like myself. Also inscribed was the image of the reaver and I plunged it into a small slot, opening the heavy doors. Apparently, the reaver was the key to this threshold. I journeyed into the threshold to find creatures made of shadows. They were easy enough to defeat, certainly a release from the bloody battles of the hunters, though they had no souls on which to feed. I found myself in a large room, obviously another base for the Pillars of Nosgoth. On the walls were pictures of a winged race, and within them all was the reaver. They seemed to depict a great war and in the end, the winged race gained a blood-thirst like that of the vampires. They looked so much like myself, and I wondered.
"Lies, Raziel." Ah, the voice of my old aide. I had hoped that I would not cross his path here.
"No doubt you have some inexplicable reason for your presence here?"
"I am here, now and always, Raziel. You have failed me."
"Failed you? Whatever do you mean? I don't recall you ordering me to do your biding."
"Do not mock me, my servant."
"I serve no one, not you, not Kain, and not your lackey, Moebius!"
"Moebius is my faithful servant. I have many."
"And if I told Moebius that he is worshiping a giant squid, do you think his faith will falter?"
"This impudence is unworthy of you. Do not forget the task that you were given. End your dispute with Kain, and destroy him."
"I do believe that Kain is the one I should be speaking to, not you."
"He is the one who destroyed you in exchange for your loyalty. And after a thousand years, you still wish to obey him like a dog at his master's heels?"
"I am no dog. I go by my own will, and I don't need to take this criticism from a fish who's trying to stop me from learning my past!"
"I made you! And I can unmake you, if I so choose!"
"Spare me your remarks. I intend to find out the truth behind all of this."
"Remain steadfast. I warn you, Raziel. My tentacles reach farther than you think."
Leaving the old fool behind, I left the way I came and went around the threshold, not wanting to take anymore of his complaints and rants any longer. Now that feeling of want for my past grew even stronger, almost unbearable. I needed to see Sious once more, to taste the very essence of my past. Perhaps she was the only one, the only person who could sooth this longing.
Not very long, but I have get back on track with this story. But hey, it's another chapter that you can chalk up on your list of things I've read.
Forgotten Memories
By Ryoken
As I made my way out of the stronghold, I found that a sense of longing to be what I once was, or at least to have what I once had, was beginning to form inside of me. It was small, but with every step, it grew bigger. I traveled across Nosgoth, without much thought on anything else, not even on battle, until I reached a door with a picture that looked closely like myself. Also inscribed was the image of the reaver and I plunged it into a small slot, opening the heavy doors. Apparently, the reaver was the key to this threshold. I journeyed into the threshold to find creatures made of shadows. They were easy enough to defeat, certainly a release from the bloody battles of the hunters, though they had no souls on which to feed. I found myself in a large room, obviously another base for the Pillars of Nosgoth. On the walls were pictures of a winged race, and within them all was the reaver. They seemed to depict a great war and in the end, the winged race gained a blood-thirst like that of the vampires. They looked so much like myself, and I wondered.
"Lies, Raziel." Ah, the voice of my old aide. I had hoped that I would not cross his path here.
"No doubt you have some inexplicable reason for your presence here?"
"I am here, now and always, Raziel. You have failed me."
"Failed you? Whatever do you mean? I don't recall you ordering me to do your biding."
"Do not mock me, my servant."
"I serve no one, not you, not Kain, and not your lackey, Moebius!"
"Moebius is my faithful servant. I have many."
"And if I told Moebius that he is worshiping a giant squid, do you think his faith will falter?"
"This impudence is unworthy of you. Do not forget the task that you were given. End your dispute with Kain, and destroy him."
"I do believe that Kain is the one I should be speaking to, not you."
"He is the one who destroyed you in exchange for your loyalty. And after a thousand years, you still wish to obey him like a dog at his master's heels?"
"I am no dog. I go by my own will, and I don't need to take this criticism from a fish who's trying to stop me from learning my past!"
"I made you! And I can unmake you, if I so choose!"
"Spare me your remarks. I intend to find out the truth behind all of this."
"Remain steadfast. I warn you, Raziel. My tentacles reach farther than you think."
Leaving the old fool behind, I left the way I came and went around the threshold, not wanting to take anymore of his complaints and rants any longer. Now that feeling of want for my past grew even stronger, almost unbearable. I needed to see Sious once more, to taste the very essence of my past. Perhaps she was the only one, the only person who could sooth this longing.
Not very long, but I have get back on track with this story. But hey, it's another chapter that you can chalk up on your list of things I've read.