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RE: H.I.S.T.O.R.Y. - Lum Delume - 03-16-2014

Placing Siben’s ring in the palm of her hand, Lum felt its weight, heavy and strangely cool. She knew nothing of the metallurgical techniques that had gone into its construction, but the color was difficult to describe: pale yellow-gold with a strange blush of coppery red.

“Put it on,” said History.

“Is it safe?”

“Of course it’s safe. If they hadn’t intended for you to test it, would they have left it in your keeping?”

Shrugging, Lum tilted the band up with her thumb and slipped it over her finger.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

“Magic rings always are,” said History. “Now, feel anything different?”

“Not really,” said Lum, but the words were slurred and distant. A warm, tingling sensation spread through her body, like she’d just had a stiff drink. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her head to clear the cobwebs. Someone was laughing outside, far away. She realized it was her.

“Perfect,” said History, his voice coming as if from a great distance.

“This isn’t right,” said Lum. She tried to stand but her feet slid from under her. She felt heavy, her body dragging her to the ground, immobile. She’d been drugged.

“Sleep now,” said History, his voice echoing through her mind. “Everything will be fine in the morning.”

Closing her eyes, she saw of a long corridor of doorways. Behind each one were scenes from her life: marching with the Immortal Flames, Master Ghalt’s steady hands, Captain Daru’s drunken speeches. She saw her friends: Remi and Stanzie and Sei and Siben; all the people she’d met in the Night Blades. Ellion was there, influencing every thing she did these days, always in her mind. The doors held individuals or groups of people, different times and places, the things they’d done together. She’d grown as a member of the Blades, and every door framed an experience that had changed her.

At the end of the hallway was a single doorway opening to everything. She saw herself there, everything she was and everything she could be. Her hopes and dreams, her present and past: the foundation of who she was. Reaching toward it, she felt herself drifting backwards, fingers brushing the edge of the door as it closed.

Then she was falling, images disappearing behind closing doors, each scene a perfect memory she could almost touch before it slipped past her fingers.

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                       Ellion’s hands                  Siben’s rickety lab

             death and darkness                        Master Ghalt’s smile

                      Seimei                       too much drinking        reading reading reading

sword practice with Armi and Sindl                                    fixing Remi’s eye

                       medical training                    first kiss

  falling on Stanzie                                       History repeating itself

        Denn                            leaving home                    Cicero’s poems         

Loki’s frown                         never good enough                       

                 Ellion’s smile                  basic training

                       his strong arms
                                          his scent

then black

                      black                         black
black                           black
                black                   black            black

shutting her out