Memories
She remembered. Everything, from the floating islands that made up the Heavens, to Gus the Outsider and his mysterious powers, from Ryuely the Prophetess of the Magical Kingdom and him, Munto. She remembered; her role as the Girl of Destiny, to return the flow of Akuto to the Heavens, to become the source herself. There was nothing left unlocked, left half remembered; her own Pandora's Box had been opened. The anguish, despair, loathing and confusion filled her senses all at once in a flurry, striking every part of her body emotionally and leaving her heaving for breath. Tears cascaded down her face in a flood of emotional backlash before she could register it all.
She was left there to whimper for a few quiet moments before the pain stopped, and she was calmed down by another flood; however, this time the feeling felt warm and caring, as if softly whispering reassurances into her ear in a gentle voice, soothing her wounded self. She smiled happily, almost gratefully, at the sense of peace that she felt surrounding her, it was hope.
Hope for a better future, hope for the safety of both worlds, and the greatest hope she had before losing all her memories, the hope of meeting Munto again. The hope of meeting Munto again was kept deep in her heart, silently praying each day that he would come and meet her. Even when she forgot, when her memories were completely erased, her heart continued its silent prayer in earnest, bidding her to continue dreaming, to watch the sky each day in wonder.
She frowned, eyebrows knitting together in concentration as she racked her mind to find the cause of her memory loss. It wasn't as if Munto, the Heavens and having the fate of two worlds on her shoulders was something that she would likely to forget. So the question was why? And how?
A flash of piercing brown eyes glared at her, the flow of Akuto glowing around them, a hand appeared in front of her face a sole finger pointed at the space in between her eyes. Words whispered from the mouth of the figure before her and then she was falling backwards into darkness. A single name appeared in her mind as she recognized the figure before completely losing herself into the dark. Gntarl.
Yumemi's eyes flashed open as the memory reasserted itself inside her once missing memories. She sighed as she looked down at the weathered photo that instigated the return of her memories, smiling softly as she carefully placed it inside one of her many photo albums, specifically the one from her high school days. She started to tear once again, the loneliness and aching of her heart that she felt and suppressed for years starting to weigh on her. It was too much, she wanted to see him so badly, even if was just a quick glimpse, that was fine. Unable to keep it all in, she let it out all, wailing loudly, pulling her pillow close to herself in search of even the tiniest of comfort.
"Yumemi."
She stopped mid-wail at the voice, hoping and praying constantly, as she turned very slowly. She did not want to be hurt again, especially if what she heard was merely her imagination.
"Yumemi. Turn around and face me."
There, it was the voice again. This time, with a command, she sniffled a bit, before whipping her head the rest of the way around, her body following behind. Tears started at her eyes once again as she saw the sight before her. It wasn't a dream nor was it her imagination! He was truly there before her, standing ever so proudly as he always had. He held out a hand towards her.
"Come, Yumemi."
She could only smile happily, the tears flowing down her face as she stood and flew towards him, softly whispering her answer.
"Yes, Munto."
A/N: I know that usually don't do this thing with the notes at the end, but just in case it's asked. No I did not go and research the names of the characters and their official spelling, so I go with what I remembered.
Another thing, for those still reading this end note; should I continue this with a "sequel" or just go on with some other story?
Anyway, thank you for reading and hope that you won't have to see another 'author's note' ever again (unless you WANT one).
