Your Memories

Finral was following a boy with white hair up a wooded mountain. He didn't know who he was or why he was following him, he just knew that he could trust this boy.

"Come on, Ni-san!" The boy said.

Ni-San? But I'm not your brother... Finral thought, completely confused as to what was going on.

"You're doing great! We're almost to the top! Then we can stop and eat!" The boy continued as they proceeded to climb to the top.

"Really?!" Finral replied with a bit of excitement. He didn't know why he was excited or where they were going he just knew that he needed to make it and please this boy who called him 'Ni-san' but left out all the sarcasm and bitterness that Langris tended to have in his voice when talking to him.

"Yup! See?" The boy said as he held a few branches out of the way for Finral to see.

Finral walked up to the edge of the mountain and looked out at the incredible view. "Wow! you can see the entire kingdom from here! Look, Latry!" Latry? Is that this boy's name? "It's the Noble relm! That's so far but you can see it from up here!"

"See! I told you the long hike would be worth it," Latry smiled at him.

"Yeah! Thank's for..." Finral tried to say but his foot slipped on some lose rocks and he began to fall.

Latry's lunged to grab Finral's hand but by the time he reached the edge Finral was already an inch too far out of reach.

"NI-SAAAAAN~!" Latry yelled helplessly in horror.

Finral bolted straight up as he woke from the dream. He looked around his darkened room to confirm that it really was just a dream. But it didn't feel like any ordinary nightmare. Compared to the nightmares he normally had, and he had a lot of nightmares as a child, this one was far too vivid, too real to had been just a dream. It felt more like... a memory.

Finral looked down at a the blanket that was covering him. One hand reached up and clutched at his chest. Was that your memories? Finral asked the other being he felt within him, though he knew he wasn't going to get an answer.

A few months later, just a few weeks before his fifteenth birthday, it happened again. Finral had gone to sleep only to find himself in another memory that wasn't his own.

Finral looked around at the boy, he now knew was Latry, a girl with pink hair that was almost white, and three men. One of the men knelt beside another boy who was unconscious.

"What's going on?" Finral asked, or rather the other presence said for him. "How am I...?"

"Latry...," the man kneeling by the boy said after checking his pulse. "...I'm afraid Fana can't heal him."

"What? What do you mean she can't? She has to!"

"I'm... dead...," The other presence said and Finral knew that the boy lying on the ground was the same person he always felt with him.

"Latry," the man, who looked rather exhausted, said calmly, his voice filled with sorrow. "He's gone."

"No! You're wrong! He was talking to me! He's just unconcious!"

"Latry...," the girl, that Finral guessed was Fana, quietly said.

"No! H-he can't be... We were just doing some training... We were just... What have I done...? I-I ki... Licht..." Latry stammered as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Latry," the man, that Finral now assumed was Licht, stood up and wrapped Latry in a hug. "You can't do that to yourself, Fatry wouldn't want that. It was an accident. It's not your fault."

Finral's eyes slowly opened as a single tear slowly ran down his cheek.

He sat up in bed and pooled his knees to his chest. Your poor little brother... He was so devistated.

Guilt suddenly washed over him and there was a tight pain in his chest, and he knew that for the first time, this other presence responded to his thoughts.

"I guess this means you're name is Fatry, huh?" He said quietly. "Well Fatry, I'm not very strong... Actually I'm quite weak. But even so... I'll do my best to protect you... Do... do you think... Langris would feel that way if something ever happened to me? ...Sorry... It's just your little brother looks a bit like mine, apart from his white hair..."