《Ancestral World: Memorial Clouds》Chapter 18
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[Arc II-Royal Hunt]
Did I die?
Maybe I did.....
It felt nothing.....as like.....what.....was it again.....?
Wait.....
Who am I.....?
Is this how death feels like...?
When you die, you lose your memories.....?
Was that how people reincarnated?
Wait.....
Wasn't I alive.....?
I was alive, right?
But then.....
I! I! I! I am-
No......
What was I thinking about? About my health? About my future? My.....what........?
I was thinking about nothing.......?
Where was I? Was I living in an attic? Or perhaps.......the basement? I couldn't see to begin with......
A dark room......It was peaceful......Quiet.....Too quiet, maybe......? It was nice......
How was I? Was I doing fine? Was.......
I was fine, right......?
But then.....
I don't know.....
Maybe I really did die......
Maybe it was the process of dying......
Steps to be reincarnated......
I wanted to know who I am.
Wait.......
No....
Yes......?
I am.....
Who am I?
Wait.....
Who am I exactly..........?
Who am I.........?
Who am I........?
Who am I.....?
Who am I...?
WHO AM I!?
...............
I didn't know anything. Maybe I was a criminal and deserve judgement but who knows. It was dark, I think? I had no feelings....no senses....I couldn't feel my eyes whether it had opened or not. I could not feel anything from my body at all. Even my arm movement as well.
This world? No..... Room......? I think I was cooped up in my room.....playing...... Playing what exactly......?
I suddenly heard something. It was...... What was it again.....? It sounded familiar....like my heart.....was trying to tell me something.
My brain too was also trying to tell me something......but........in the end...I couldn't remember.
It was somewhat gentle.....yet.....what was it....?
What was it?
It was that, right?
Ya....it was that!
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Wait....
What was 'that'? What does 'that' mean?
...................
Back to square one....
No......
No....
No...
NO!
I could hear something! I could hear 'that'!
My senses had started to appeared.
I know where I'm facing already.
'That' saved me!
"But what is 'that', Unknown....?"
"Unknown huh....." I turned around as my vision had came back slowly. "I see now......" I said slowly as the person I was looking at was covered in black fog.
I knew it. I finally figured it out. What 'that' means.
"Easy really..... 'That' means people." I answered to the person.
"Confidence.....truly is cancerous. They give their life away for something that is the gamble of life."
"Maybe.....but I know everything about you. You saved me after all." I said confidently.
"And how exactly do you know that I saved you.... You know nothing about this very world! What it means to live! What it means to finally rest! WHAT IT TRULY MEANS TO FINALLY MOVE ON!!!"
"AND I KNOW VERY WELL!!!" I shouted back. It was...a somewhat satisfying shout to me.
"Tch! Pathetic now, aren't you?" The person said to me with a monotone voice.
"Aren't you pathetic as well." I answered back.
"Ha? And what is that suppose to mean? You don't even know where you are right now nor what happen to you."
"Then I shall say it proudly that... I"M GLAD THAT I MOVED ON!"
"Tch! How desperate can you be, Unknown?"
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"What?" The person was confused as to what I asked.
"I mean...you call me Unknown but then...... I Am You. You Are Me. Your Own Shadow. My Own Shadow. The meaning of 'that' is us. My alter ego saved me while I filled up the emptiness within you."
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The person is my alter ego itself. That was why it saved me from this place. It was a fair trade for the both of us. Ever since my mom died, I was in despair. I was lonely. I couldn't move on until I saw a picture of me as a baby and Mom hugging me.
I wanted to move on. I wanted to show her the son that she raised did not live in regret but deep inside me, I still couldn't move on from her death and the loneliness. It really was like an Alternative Me....
"Now then....Oi! Remember who you are when you wake up. Don't you dare lose track of your identity. This is what Advant's abilities based off from after all."
"Right.... Thanks for saving me."
"Shut up. Now wake up, you pathetic fool. Wake up and say it! Say who you really are!"
"My name.....I am who I am! My name is Amane Sora! I, Who Creates My Own Path to Freedom Shall Not Be Interrupted by Anyone Else As Long As My Ability Exist IN THIS VERY WORLD!"
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