The sound of gentle singing from a voice of unparalleled clarity reached him in the depths of his confusion. Scott left his borrowed bed chamber and followed the sound of that voice.

As he drew closer, the song increased in volume and beauty. It was as though it had to be heard close to the source to understand it.

Scott walked to the open window and looked out onto the garden below. A short distance away, Persephone sat on the rim of a fountain. Her arms outstretched slightly; she sang to the nearby flowers.

The flowers grew a little with each note sang, and their colors grew more vibrant. By this time, he had largely returned to what would pass for his normal state of mind going forward. He could no remember many of the events of his dream-like vision, though there were ephemeral shards of memory that rose whenever he noticed something similar. A beautiful winged goddess singing to the flowers in her garden filled him with a powerful sense of nostalgia.

He could not help himself, Scott climbed out of the window then hopped down to the ground. It was a three-story drop, but he barely noticed.

Persephone did not stop singing but she did glance over to him. Unable to stop himself, he began to hum the tune that she sang.

Soon, his humming turned into a wordless song, not unlike an acapella instrumental track. His voice deepened as he drew nearer, soon it became divergent as though multiple people were singing.

Persephone smiled brightly at him and continued to sing. She then patted the fountain rim next to her and he walked over to where she sat. He sat next to her and they sang together for a while, the garden exploding with renewed life and vigor.

Eventually, the enchanting moment came to an end and the song stilled. Persephone practically beamed with joy.

“It’s been far too long,” she said to him. Scott blinked when the overly sweet and perky goddess leaned over and hugged him fiercely.

“Ah. Yes.” Scott looked away from her and nodded softly. “I suppose it has…”

“You don’t really remember much, I take it?” she asked him lightly.

“I remember more now than before, and I think all of my current incarnation, but no…” he admitted quietly.

Persephone nodded to them then fluffed her wings a bit. She raised a finger to her lips then looked up to the sky above. “Perhaps that is for the best, really. The less one knows about reality, the easier it is to accept it for what it seems.”

“That… certainly seems to be the case,” admitted Scott. “Even now I wonder at what I should do. My memories are restored, but I find my desire to return to that life is more out of a sense of duty than any actual desire.”

“It can be a bit disheartening. I suppose.” Persephone offered him a gently pat on the arm. “Do you have anyone there whom you care for?”

Scott remained silent for a while. Thoughts of the people in his life who mattered flittered through his mind. There were not many of them, if the truth were to be told. There was a distance between his sense of duty and his desire to return to his last life.

“Yes, there are a few people,” he said.

Persephone leaned in close once more. Head cocked to one side, and eyes sparkling, she asked, “A girlfriend… perhaps?”

He smiled to himself then chuckled despite his sense of apathy. “Yes, there are a few people.”

Persephone gasped beautifully and placed her hands to her cheeks. “Goodness. Big brother is such popular guy.”

“Do you really think of me that way?” he asked her with a sense of lightness in his tone for once. Sitting next to her, speaking of various things, it certainly helped his disposition.

“Yes. You’ve always been popular,” she replied warmly. “The children tended to gather around in large numbers if you stopped patrolling the garden long enough to play with them, especially if you chose to perform music.”

“Music, huh?” He offered a slightly smile. “Was I any good?”

She blinked. After a moment she leaned forward and stared at him as though he had said something absurd. “You were basically god of music even before the garden. You invented it as far as we’re concerned.”

“I don’t remember that at all….” He admitted.

“Yeah! That’s what the other big brothers claimed.” Persephone leaned back and bit her lip a little. She made a serious of curious noises which signaled that she was thinking extraordinarily hard about the matter. “Hmm, I would have thought that you would know that if you saw your past.”

“You did see the past, didn’t you?” asked Persephone. “The ambrosia re-initializes the soul and its connections so that the drinker can be completely refreshed.”

“I’m not sure, but I get the impression that I only saw how it all started and not much more,” he said. “Those memories, I don’t… I can’t really recall much of anything.”

Persephone pouted at him a little, “Well, little sister will just have to tell you everything she knows!”

“Please do…” he said.

“Well,” she said in a drawn out and curious manner. She took a breath then acquired a pretty and thoughtful expression. “Basically, you were like… this guy. Right?”

“Right…” agreed Scott.

“No one liked you because you were a super creepy weirdo and stuff,” she continued.

“Uh… huh,” he agreed. Though, a part of him felt as though he had been stabbed.

“See, what the people of your world didn’t know, but you eventually learned? You were the last of your kind!” exclaimed Persephone in a manner that made it sound like she was sharing hot gossip.

“My kind?” he asked. “Was I a dragon?”

“That? I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Basically, you were the last chaos child born on that world. Someone capable of reshaping reality according to their will.”

“Chaos child? What does it mean?” he pressed.

“Well, it’s not really the case here even if you were used as a pattern,” she said. “From what could be pieced together, there used to be people and races who could use what you call magic.”

“Well, the magic died or whatever and those creatures died or left the world. Like elves, and faeries, and Pikachus, and what have you,” continued Persephone. “It happened a long time before you were born, and after a few thousand years certain natural climate events and racial bloodline convergence led to you being born with a chaotic soul.”

“I think, it wasn’t particularly strong talent… but it was enough to cause you to seem different that normal. You gave off this aura that creeped people out,” said Persephone. “You know, like a middle-aged guy in a trench coat who stands outside of a park and watches the kids play? Might be harmless, but people don’t like it?”

“Ah… I think I get it,” said Scott. “I was born a certain way and the world despised me for it…”

“Yeah, that’s it!” Persephone nodded to him then clapped her hands together once. “Though, from what we eventually learned, you ended up being a dimensional soul analog of another Scott in a parallel dimension. Your spiritual signature was virtually identical…”

“Really…” Scott reached up and began to rub his chin. “How do you know all of this?”

“You told us,” she said with a smile. She then caught herself and raised up one finger. “Actually, you showed us.”

She poked him in the arm then leaned back a little to try and acquire a proper sense of decorum for the truth bomb she was about to drop. In an almost pompous manner she said, “Mother and father had finished repairing your injured soul matrix and wanted to show you the past. You felt that you had nothing to hide and let all of us see, since it directly related to the origin of our existence.”