OOC: MEMORY CRYSTAL
[ooc: While getting his hands dirty at work, Hakuteiken found a memory crystal on Mar 2. The memory is from c.147, p.1-5; c.149, p.17-c.152, p.5.]
Soiled hands. It was almost the same as every other time that he'd worked. Almost. He'd been lugging sacks of grain and oats back and forth for a little while now when he noted a shining light coming from one of the barn's corners; curiosity got the best of him, so he went to investigate.
A memory crystal. It'd been long since he'd seen one of those. Before he could take it by the rings, an invisible force pushed him -hard- so that his hand slipped and immediately touched the floating jewel in the center.
... Many other powerful people had gathered atop this great hill to wait, to watch. It was something important. Difficult. Conflicting. But he had no choice other than to calmly obey. Hakuteiken felt his past self's thoughts--he'd already made his decision and was standing firm by it. Even if somewhere deep down inside he was waffling between whether it was truly right or wrong.
What was it?
When he finally arrived, he saw the answer for himself. Kazahana. She stood in white robes. Watching. Waiting. Somewhere inside of him was a sense of urgency; however, this unusual sense of helplessness was even stronger. For a moment he closed his eyes to avert his gaze to remain collected... though never once did he allow himself to appear affected.
Execution.
But why? Why was Kazahana being executed? Did she not die of illness? Come to think of it, he'd had to kill the one in his dream... but when he reached the execution place she was nowhere to be found. But if that was the case, then what hap--
The elder -one with a long and braided beard- spoke, but he could not hear the words. A quick assessment indicated these were Kazahana's final words and last request--what were they? What would she ask? What would she say at a time like this? Nevertheless, whatever the response, Kazahana also was at peace, seemingly assured that everything properly in place.
Somewhere in his gut, he felt like he had the power to stop it. Or if not the power, he'd had the opportunity to take a stand against it. Why, then, did he do nothing at all? Why was he watching his beloved treasure during her execution?
The weapon -a giant glaive- was released and transformed into a blazing fire taking on the shape of a great phoenix. A tremendous amount of power and energy. It would certainly swallow her up and completely destroy any trace of her existence once it came down upon her...
--!
Who... was up there? A part of him already knew--but it was impossible, wasn't it? A puny, insignificant worm -an infidel, an outsider- couldn't possibly have the power to stop something like that.
The weapon came down yet again, and once more its power was deflected.
The lowlife... had saved her. Hakuteiken's own thoughts raced to those words from his dream, the one he had just before he was born into Edensphere.If... If I was you... I would definitely... fight the rules.That barbarian. He had come to rescue her.
And for whatever reason, his past self had already made up his mind. The time had come to see whose resolve was stronger--his, or the infidel's. Because he would surely uphold the law at any price, and he was ready to battle the other.
He'd already made up his mind that Kazahana had to die...
In the blink of an eye, he was stooped over the corner of that dirty barn. Both of his hands were stained red like the color of fresh blood, and the crystal now had lost its shine.
What was the meaning of this?
Frustrating.
Soiled hands. It was almost the same as every other time that he'd worked. Almost. He'd been lugging sacks of grain and oats back and forth for a little while now when he noted a shining light coming from one of the barn's corners; curiosity got the best of him, so he went to investigate.
A memory crystal. It'd been long since he'd seen one of those. Before he could take it by the rings, an invisible force pushed him -hard- so that his hand slipped and immediately touched the floating jewel in the center.
... Many other powerful people had gathered atop this great hill to wait, to watch. It was something important. Difficult. Conflicting. But he had no choice other than to calmly obey. Hakuteiken felt his past self's thoughts--he'd already made his decision and was standing firm by it. Even if somewhere deep down inside he was waffling between whether it was truly right or wrong.
What was it?
When he finally arrived, he saw the answer for himself. Kazahana. She stood in white robes. Watching. Waiting. Somewhere inside of him was a sense of urgency; however, this unusual sense of helplessness was even stronger. For a moment he closed his eyes to avert his gaze to remain collected... though never once did he allow himself to appear affected.
Execution.
But why? Why was Kazahana being executed? Did she not die of illness? Come to think of it, he'd had to kill the one in his dream... but when he reached the execution place she was nowhere to be found. But if that was the case, then what hap--
The elder -one with a long and braided beard- spoke, but he could not hear the words. A quick assessment indicated these were Kazahana's final words and last request--what were they? What would she ask? What would she say at a time like this? Nevertheless, whatever the response, Kazahana also was at peace, seemingly assured that everything properly in place.
Somewhere in his gut, he felt like he had the power to stop it. Or if not the power, he'd had the opportunity to take a stand against it. Why, then, did he do nothing at all? Why was he watching his beloved treasure during her execution?
The weapon -a giant glaive- was released and transformed into a blazing fire taking on the shape of a great phoenix. A tremendous amount of power and energy. It would certainly swallow her up and completely destroy any trace of her existence once it came down upon her...
--!
Who... was up there? A part of him already knew--but it was impossible, wasn't it? A puny, insignificant worm -an infidel, an outsider- couldn't possibly have the power to stop something like that.
The weapon came down yet again, and once more its power was deflected.
The lowlife... had saved her. Hakuteiken's own thoughts raced to those words from his dream, the one he had just before he was born into Edensphere.If... If I was you... I would definitely... fight the rules.That barbarian. He had come to rescue her.
And for whatever reason, his past self had already made up his mind. The time had come to see whose resolve was stronger--his, or the infidel's. Because he would surely uphold the law at any price, and he was ready to battle the other.
He'd already made up his mind that Kazahana had to die...
In the blink of an eye, he was stooped over the corner of that dirty barn. Both of his hands were stained red like the color of fresh blood, and the crystal now had lost its shine.
What was the meaning of this?
Frustrating.