《Return To Palelight》Memoria
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Forwards was the only way, Fir remembered that much. Keep to the path - that was another voice. Not hers, though. Somebody had told her that, once. What was the last voice? The last memory? She was sure there was something else, something she had forgotten. But it was all fading, memory dispersing like mist on the wind. Memory joined the Unquiet.
The path continued, to her relief, but it was definitely smaller than before. She almost came close to touching a root, once. Fir hadn’t been told about the roots, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew that touching the roots would be touching the Unquiet, which was the reason why forwards was the only way. Forwards meant staying on the path, which meant staying away from the Unquiet hills.
It hadn’t always been like this. Fir remembered, or thought she did. Night hadn’t always been this long. Once the sun had banished the night, at least before the Unquiet came. There had been others, then. Now, there was only the path.
‘Forwards is the only way.’ Pine leaned over, her coarse hair brushing Fir’s cheek, warm breath caressing the tip of her nose. ‘Don’t forget that, whatever you do. Keep to the path, and don’t stop moving!’
Fir jolted awake, or at least she became aware of the path again. She hadn’t stopped walking; she was still in the middle of the path like nothing had changed, but she knew she hadn’t been here for a moment. Something nagged in the back of her mind. That had been a fragment, but there had been more to it than that. That was a fragment of a fragment. Something was missing.
Pine jerked backwards suddenly, and her hands fell away. ‘There isn’t long now,’ she whispered, and an odd light shone in her almond eyes. ‘Oh, and one last thing-‘
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Dampness on Fir’s check jolted her back to the path again. Why was this happening? She had come so far already that she thought she had left this behind by now. Her fingers crept up to feel something wet on her cheek. She realised that beyond the veil in her head, one emotion shone brighter than the others. She thought she had faded that emotion away already and began to push it away again, but not before she felt it.
Sadness. A vast, vast sadness - grief unconsolable, desolation irreversible. The dampness on Fir’s cheek grew heavier, and she almost cried out. She stopped walking.
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[Participant in the Royal Road Writathon, November 2021] For the longest time, Aideen Fiachna had only one prescient wish; to be the daughter her parents could take pride in. The idea was a tall order, especially as her father stood at the head of the Templar order, and her grandfather as the Pope. However, she endeavored to try nonetheless. Yet fate had a different path in store for her. For all her efforts, all her best laid plans, were but the broken off crumbs of 'one day'. That day, she was brutally slain by a vile, accursed undead being. Though, not even restful eternity awaited her in death. She awakened inside a coffin. Her coffin. During her own funeral wake. Discovering, to her horror, that she had risen. Not somehow resurrected, no, but back in the form of that most hated of beings--the curse of undeath. What will fate deal her next? Chapters will range from 1-2.5k words, scheduled for release every day from Monday to Friday. --------------------------------------- Expect: -Character progression in a journey of self discovery that spanned the ages -World building -Tragedy and Comedy in roughly equal measures -Occasional action Do not expect: -Much in terms of romance -Politics, barring passing views and mentions -A lighthearted tale. This story will be a good bit grimmer than my previous one Any comments, reviews, and criticism will be much appreciated. And thank you for reading. --------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is my original work and only posted on the Royal Road website. If you should find this story elsewhere or under another name, please let me know. Also please don't be too hard on me when I make occasional grammatical mistakes, English is my third language after all. XD Edit suggestions are very welcome though.
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