Omoide, the Guardian of Memory
"Memory huh?" inquired Jessica, "Where do you think a Guardian devoted to memories would be? Even with my priestess education, I never learned the location of that one. Let's see, most of the old shrines were decimated when the Demon invaded. But I don't know where her shrine was back then."
"Well, let's think about this for a minute. Where would a Guardian who presides over memories live? Certainly, there is a place that memory is a large factor. Wait a minute! The Ruins of Memory! That's where we found the Teardrop. And I know that I felt a larger spiritual force there when I last visited to find the gem. Perhaps she is living there; that could be her long lost shrine," Virginia told the other two.
Jet replied, "Whatever. It's not like we've got any other leads. So let's check that place out. It might be that the only reason we didn't find anything before was that we weren't trying. Cuz I know I didn't see an alter to any Guardian when we were inside; and after all those other shrines I know what the darn things look like." He shrugged as he leaned against the wall; causing Virginia to let out a small sigh.
Jessica held Dragonflare high up into the air. "Ok then! We're on to the Ruins of Memory. Soon I can complete my mission and bring my brother back to the way he once was!" With that, she grabbed Jet's arm and dragged him outside. Virginia giggled a little and followed her friend towards the horses.
S...S
The three walked long and hard until they arrived at the ancient ruins. Virginia figured that the area where the Demon Shield had been hidden wouldn't hold a Guardian as well. So they decided to start with the place where the Teardrop had been found. Both girls concentrated together to manipulate the winds to have them float up towards the top rafter. Then, they continued onwards to the hidden room.
Inside the Teardrop room, something strange began to happen. The second Virginia arrived at the center, she felt her body begin to glow. Suddenly, the Dist Dims appeared outside of her. Then, the Teardrop began to glow. The two lights combined together; forming the shape of a woman in the center.
She had long flowing black hair and ethereal golden eyes. Her dress was long and white with a slit on the left side going up most of her leg. A golden belt went around her waist and her high heeled shoes were also made of gold. The overload of gold was enough to nearly blind the three young Drifters.
-Welcome, my children, she whispered, I am Omoide; the Guardian of Memory. I know why you have come; carrying the world's memories allows me to see everything that happens in the lives of the people on Filgaia. It is about the boy. I will ask you this; do you want me to recover your memory?-
"Months ago, I would have said that it was a stupid idea. But, now that I know my real story, I want to know. I want to know where I come from and why everything happened. The Guardian of Life may have explained it all to me, but he cannot take the place of knowledge. My own perspective will tell me more than the explanation of another. Besides, these two won't shut up until I say yes," Jet stated.
Omoide informed him, -This might be a painful thing to handle if you are not prepared. I see you have both your sister and beloved by your side. Their support and kind words will be enough to keep you from succumbing to despair when you remember the happy times that you have forgotten. Please, let it be so; for I would hate it if someone who thought they were ready was unable to handle what they found.-
With that, her body began to glow with a brilliant gold light. Frisky was about to jump for it when Jessica held her pet back before she hurt herself or worse. The light flowed from the Guardian and into Jet's body. A sensation of pain ripped throughout him; before he succumbed to gentle unconsciousness.
F...F
A silver haired boy with violet eyes was running into a bedroom where a man with the same hair and eyes was sitting. While the child had on jeans and a black T-shirt, the man was wearing his lab coat since he had just come back from work. "Daddy! Guess what? I was able to hit the target every time I shot today. My aim is getting better every day I practice. Do you think I can be a Drifter when I grow up?"
"Jet my boy," his father replied, "You can be anything you want to be. Whatever you decide in the end, I'll support you with all I have. Your life is whatever you will it to be and I have no say in the choices you make. But you can always rest your wings with your old man when you get tired. I promise to help and protect you." He took the young boy into his arms and gave him a hug as tears of joy streamed down.
F...F
"Jet I've got some good news. The Council has agreed to go with my plan to turn the Filgaia Sample into a human being. Once that happens, you can have someone to hang out with. I won't ever let you be lonely again," Elliot told a much older Jet. The man had just come back from a meeting as his son was preparing dinner for himself. A smile crossed the youth's lips; having no friends his own age at the lab had made him very lonely when his father or Werner Maxwell were busy with their usual work.
Jet told his father, "If you need any help, then I'll be happy to assist. I don't like to feel useless as the rest of you work hard to rejuvenate Filgaia. So if I can be of any assistance to this project I will be glad to aid you and the others. After all, this is my new friend that you are trying to bring into the world."
F...F
Those and many other visions of the past were swirling through his head. Memories of times where he was a happy young boy living with his father were beginning to overcome him. Jet could feel his head about to burst from the knowledge. It hurt just to remember a man who had loved him well and then was slain in a tragic accident. The young Treasure Hunter began to hold his head and howl in pain.
Virginia and Jessica both ran over to him. Although Jet was trying his hardest to keep his stone cold expression, his usual stoic routine wasn't working. Tears threatened to flow from his eyes and the fact that he was grabbing his head was a dead giveaway. Knowing something was wrong, Virginia took the youth into her arms; despite the fact that she knew he would be annoyed at her later. "It's ok. I'm here for you. Remember, I know how you feel about losing your father. I lost both my parents due to the Yggdrasil tragedy. If Daddy had come home again, I think Mom might have been able to pull through."
But Jet was silent. He didn't want to tell them how much it hurt to remember. However, Jet was also not doing a very good job of hiding it this time. Perhaps it was his reluctance to let go of Virginia. Or, in addition to that, he was holding onto her for comfort as well. Maybe that was why neither of them was complaining when Omoide referred to her as his beloved. Well, a Memory Guardian would even know the things that he kept hidden deep within his heart and never wanted to say. So he stayed there with her.
Teefa's Last Words...
I love mushy scenes. Even Jet's not complaining this time. Well, if he always considered not having memories a cushion against pain, what do you think would happen if he found those memories? Reaction in the next chapter and a few explanations.