Prologue
darkness and cold.
It could not understand, where had this sensations came from. Having even not a resemblance of a body, it had no possibilities for perception surrounding world. And it could knew nothing of cold or darkness, it had no memories about past, no life experience, which could be able to remind, how must they felt. A consciousness, free from physical body, refined from its past by death, ready to new entailment in life - that was what it presented by itself this moment of its existance. It had to forget immediately each moment, each event, happened with it in this condition. But unexpectedly it has felt its memory returning. This was unusual too: that was not supposed to happen in this world and, in any case, not now. It felt almost unobservable slideing on spirals upwards, something was going to happen, for that its memory had been cleaned.
It could never finish that thought as images of its lost past filled its mind. It saw a land under the bright stars, a happy world and a city, beautiful like in fairy tale. Beauty and happyness of this world were not results of the total victory over the evilness, they were not destroyed only because they hadn't saw it yet. Hate, cruelty, blind malice, envy and others painfull feelings were unknown in this world. Such life lasted for many years, but that could not lasted always. Evil already prepared to strike a blow where it wasn't expected. Memory about happy days, merry and natty balls, and calm evenings with friends were replaced with other pictures.
The Crystal roadway filled with people as during grandiose parade, but these people are not happy animore, crowd is in the panic. People in familiar outfit of the Palace Guard are trying to do something, to led the crowd to the shelters, but all are too scared to listen.
Same roadway, but it is empty now. Buildings on its sides are crushed, ruins are burned by fire, marble burned and cracked too. It stands aside from this destructions, holding a shieldand a sword in its hands - useless weapon in this situation.
Consciousness try and was not able to recall what had happened there. It only knew that, seamingly, full victory changed into sudden defeat.
A flash of the bright light, brinning pain, melting its body. All thoughts and feelings are melting too. The only remained thing is longing to protect someone, but it is no capable to do this anymore. It can do only one thing and it do it withought second thought. All its live energy is thrown out in the last attempt to save the one, whom all its live belonged to. Then - only darkness and pain, more unbearable from knowledge that it failed.
- We failed, all was in vain. We were wrong when we dared on this, we were too weak. Now our world will be destroyed, and she will die. My duty is not fulfilled, she was wrong when chosen me on this job. Anyone more experienced could be able to finish this task.
This words withoput its will appeared in newly found memories. These were words that were said there, on marble streets in the last moments of that live. Their meaning was unknown, it try to recall what they could be said about, and was not able to do that. Memory refused to clear up. The sensation of already fast flying on spirals upwards, to shining light, that looked like destroyed its flash, also didn't helpet the job.
It still tried to held in the memory visions from past and feelings linked with them. It tried to remember those beautiful city and its role in what happened there. All was useless. It could not remember whether they protect or attack that city, whom they were fighting with, what person was it defending and who had to replace him with more experienced warrior... It could not even remember its name.
Speed of "spiral up-flying" were hard to imagine. It could bear it only because it had no body to be damaged with the speed. This mad speedup could mean only one: awakening was close. But what this awakening was for? Awakening from long sleep or from some way to save the body in passing ages - if it has survived after that battle, or begining of a new life - if it has died. Second was more probably: it remembered its death and memoryes about past disappeared from its mind not by accident. Returned memory paled and sliped away. But at the last moment it recalled the name of the one in the name of whom it died, whom it had to protect.
- Metallia, my queen, - half thought, half whispered it.
Then last remainings of memory disappeared. A new live came to this world, one more family got a long-waited child. One can think its destiny unusual, but it was no more amazingly than destinyes of many people of that time. One day this child will return its memory, magic and once again will serve the one, defending whom died in the last live. Up to that time it will feel the dim feeling of blame before someone unknown.
And now this child is sleeping in an ordinary house and its parents know nothing of its past and future. They have their own problems.