| Subject: The heart of a PrismStar. |
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Ariel
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Date Posted: 22:24:33 04/30/02 Tue
Prismed eyes met confused, question ridden eyes. She features of Al'yander's face were unmistakeable. He remembered something, and it confused him to no end. She asked such, and the most she got in return was a stammering of hideous monster on a bloody battefield.
Sounded like demon fighting to her, but she wasn't sure. She saw the sword and how it reacted to him. It was quite possible.
"You seem to be, to me, an electric elemental. Don't fear your sword, as it seems to be the key to your past."
Al'yander only nodded slowly, and stared at the sword with confusion. She could only imagine the questions going through his mind.
"I imagine you're asking yourself...*she paused for a moment, thinking of the right questions she would ask herself had it been her* Asking what, how, and why."
Prismed eyes watched him contently, but raised her head from the water jug where it had been. She was glad this was the Sapphire Planes, nothing would pass them by here. Always one with the surroundings.
Al'yander stammered again with broken questions, though he was desperate for answers.
What other violence is locked hidden in my past... How did that come to be... Why can't I remember anything...?
She tilted her head at the questions, they were the most logical ones to ask one's self.
"Like I said, your sword is the key. The connection between that and why you can't remember anything is all you have for now. I'm sure more will come to you, but don't force it, it might drive you crazy."
She smiled. Back to her calling as a PrismStar. Help them, they all need some kind of assisstance.
"Just close your eyes and relax. You might want to sit down."
She giggled and leans back against the log that she set the water jug down next to, and started to sing. That liquid music that was innate to all bards, carried in on it's own music, combined with that of the gift given to them all. There were no set words, but more of just notes on the wind, lulling and soft. Soft Clouds. She sang it to Zenra many times and each time, she remembered a little bit more of her hidden past, but not too much. She found out the rest on her own. Hidden Dreams. Everything came more or less in dreams, the ultimate reliving of any kind of past event sort to time travel. The mind was a powerful thing, and music was the catalyst to start the healing.
Floating Memories.
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