User:A, Mori/Memorial

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''Just last night, when I was dreaming, I saw the figure of another being. I couldn't have been exactly sure how much less than gridmask they were, as they seemed to be wearing a mask, but, aside from their overall feminine gridile figure, I noticed they had claws, and light green skin. Through some point of thinking in dream, I knew that there was something strange about them.''

''They took no moment of introduction or explanation (It was as if they had known how conscious of the dream I must have been!), and they began to gesture towards their forehead. I saw that, inserted into an indentation on their metal mask lied a number of pieces of some stone, which had become alit with an icy shine, perhaps upon their recognition.''

''My actions then were as subconscious as I could perhaps pin down. My hand darted to within my jacket, within my shirt, and pulled out an aqua fragment that had been tied to my neck. I held it up, and it, too, shone with the same light as those that the figure owned.''

''I saw the figure's green eye glow at that moment. With a quick motion, their hand then darted towards my own. I once again acted subconsciously, closing my hand. Their claws dug into the back of my palm, before we both jerked back suddenly. I stared at the bleeding holes that the green one had left behind in my form, clutching it in pain. And, as I looked back up to face them, it seemed that our connection had torn in more ways than one; they had begun to shrink, getting further away from me.''

''Knowing not the world around me, I then realized the monochromatic colours of our surroundings, which began to crack and break before me. Thinking I might become dizzy at this, I focused on the only unchanging form around me: the green figure.''

''As I did this, the green figure began to remove their mask. And I saw the face of the green one, with one glowing green eye, and one with candy-coloured sanguine blood trickling down from it still, and smooth skin of a light green shade, and lips of a dark green colour.''

They held out their hand once more, as I gazed forth onto them, almost as if transfixed by them.

And the green one spoke to me.

'' My name is Caledonia they said, And I will come to you, in the course of a day and a night, if you live to wait that long for me. Through the hands of a thief that have passed it on to others, and those to others further, you own that which once belonged to a companion of mine. ''

''My bloody hand tightened around the shard. I was being called a thief, despite having been given this by my ancestor, Seira, who had owned it through the will of her parent, Zaion. I pondered if there were perhaps an owner before this, who had stolen it from someone, and it had ended up in the the possession of Zaion, if that may be the explanation for the accusation by Caledonia. But I did not speak.''

'' Return Blackspell's fragment peacefully, Caledonia continued, and I may decide to spare your life. Do not, or belittle myself or those I care for in the process, and the price will be your life, if not worse. ''

''The form of reality around me, or lack thereof, seemed to crumble away. Before my vision had blurred completely, I was left with one last word from Caledonia.''

'' Later. ''

And then, the curtain was closed.

''Unlike in my dream, in which I had worn one of my green suits, I had gone to sleep wearing an LDZX T-shirt and shorts, which came to be the same attire I awoke with. The halt of my slumber occurred with a start, as well as a jump, as I felt a sharp pain upon the back of my right hand. I hadn't yet even fully remembered the dream, but I was still conscious of the claws having dug into my hand in it. And as I looked onto it (something that was, at first, a blurry vision, before I came to grab the glasses of mine from the stand beside my bed), I saw the mark of five small marks on my hand, almost like the stings of a bee.''

''I had decided I must feel along my hand to confirm that the marks were truly there, and, as I felt along them, I jerked back from the pain they had left. It was true. Examining it closer, the blood coming from each mark seemed to cross into a line, onto another of the five marks, and they formed a the shape of a scarlet letter onto my hand.''

''Thinking for a moment, I let my hand wander about to my breast, feeling for the stone that had belonged to my ancestors, only to find that it was not hanging under my neck, and hidden beneath my shirt. Had it truly been taken by the green invader of my dreams, I wondered? The mark on my hand had been enough of an omen to make me fearful.''

''There was a moment of apprehension. What had truly happened in that time? I wiped my brow of sweat, only to then be met with the sudden touch of something besides my own hair and skin. I flinched, and then reached up to my forehead, feeling around the object. It felt like a rugged stone, with a string attached to it. The feel of it was familiar to me, too.''

''It took me a moment to realize that what I thought had been to my chest had now been drawn to my forehead. And the stone was glowing, filling out slights of the room before me with a cyan radiance. I removed it from my head, wanting to gaze upon it in its light, but, after I had removed it from the space near my mind, I could tell the clear change, in dimming further and further, until it once again reverted to the state of merely a stone. For a moment, and then a moment longer, I remained frozen for some time, doing nothing but examining the stone with the broken sting.''

'' Now... I know you must be fairly special... I spoke aloud to myself, But why exactly does this Caledonia person want you...? ''

''I tied the broken strings back together, raised them around my neck, and once again placed the stone against my chest, where I would let it stay, until I otherwise would decide to remove it from its place. I toyed around with the stone, as a playful smile crossed my lips.''

'' Well then, Caledonia... Sure, I'll wait for you. Colour me curious enough. ''

''I pulled my green jacket from where it hung near my bed, and pulled it over my arms. I threw my blanket forward off of my legs, and moved to walk off of the bed. I chose not to return to sleep at this time, slightly wary that Caledonia would return to haunt my dreams.''

''I could believe that, perhaps, if I were to cast away Zaion’s gem from my being, the power that had overcome me at the time would not taunt me once more, but something had overcome me. Whether be it greed, stubbornness, or fear, I simply refused to remove the shard from where it stayed. In my superstition, I felt as if the moment I would release the gem, it would vanish within the darkness; never to shine once more, and never again to be seen within the light (And I certainly refused to let such a thing happen).''

So, I would try to stay awake.

''I brought myself through the door of my room, and then down the hallway. The walls were simple in design, but adorned with many pictures in frames. Within them were images of a number of locations on Ludus-Prime, places which I could travel to through the frames. I found it a simpler way of traveling without having to leave my home through manual method. There was no door within my abode which would allow exit, anyway, so there was no point for any other outward travel besides it.''

''Through traversing this layer of my home, I was greeted by the sight of my Artemus-native companion Schypozoa, whom floating along the area beside me. Though, in truth, he did not prove to illuminate the area any more than I did, I felt as if there were somehow more of a light present upon his presence close to my own. His baby-blue skin and tendrils were somehow calming, despite their rather odd shape, and, perhaps, his sensible demeanor of calmness, yet intrigue, reminded me of what to reflect on my own.''

'' Good, good. I told Schy. He did not change in demeanor, but only whispered a response, too quiet for me to discern, and seemed to nod his head, while floating alongside me. Though less of a talkative being than most others I knew, he did understand.''

''I arrived at my stairs, and went down them, with Schy still following to my side. I was going to go to my kitchen, in which I could prepare myself some coffee, to keep myself from getting drowsy. I had always found it hard to stay up much more than an hour past midnight, so I knew that I’d needed something for my strategy to work.''