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Chapter 5 - You're Nothing But A Memory. . .Time - Late Morning
Location - Black Fire Mainland, Southern Coast
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Light brown eyes opened up once again to get a taste of that fleeting orange and yellow shaded skyline. . .a once cold dead body now gasping for air as it lurched into a upright position grabbing their own face in shock.
Aaron looked over himself rabidly, he looked confused. . . bewildered. . . astonished. . . scared. . . you name it. His fingerless black gloved hands dug into the sand before him as he examined his black outfit before suddenly clamoring to feel at his neck, right around the jugular. . . no wound. . . his mind went haywire as his body started to get back onto it's natural bodily functions. . . he was breathing once again and alert. . . Aaron was alive. . Â back from the dead. The black hair bangs hugging the sides of his yellow face swayed briefly in the wind as a breeze picked up. Hair covering the upper half of his eyes and his entire forehead as he continued to examine himself.
"I thought I died. . ." he said to himself as he brought his hands to his neck again. "I was sure there was a wound here. . . that girl had put a clean thin cut right across my jugular. . . I should be dead, why am I alive!?" He asked confused before finally looking up away from his body across to Isra, who was silent. Dead silent. She didn't even look at Aaron, her body curled up as her face laid buried in her lap.Â
"Isra was it? Why am I not dead!? Why are you here? Where's Aleria!?" Aaron began to rapidly ask a montage of questions. But before he could answer he finally noticed the body out the corner of his right eye. He turned to look, the jet black collar of his sleeveless black vest covering his chin and lower lips of his yellow tinted face as he looked down.Â
And then his eyes. . . slowly widened. . . as Aleria's lifeless body was laid out in tattered clothes in front of his face. . . a small smile atop what could be seen of her face, most of it covered by her long black hair.Â
". . . . . . ." Aaron just stared, and stared, and stared. His eyes however, unlike his lips or body were watching for the rise and fall of the girls chest to indicate she was breathing. . . maybe she was sleep? Yeah. . . she was sleeping. . when he didn't see her chest rise and fall Aaron would lean over towards her and extend his arm out and feel her neck for a pulse, her body was already losing heat. . . and there was no pulse. Aaron deducted that she died very recently. . . he didn't say a word. He just hovered on his knees over Aleria's body as he kept his hand to her neck searching for a pulse. His eyes covered almost completely by the hair falling from his forehead in the form of thick black bangs. Isra finally raised her head, and turned to look at Aaron looming over Aleria. The  goddesses tear ridden green eyes and red tinted face full of sorrow and sympathy as she watched Aaron just sit there.
". . . . Isra. . ." Aaron suddenly said right as another small gust of wind ruffled Aleria's hair pushing some of it away to the point her closed eyes were now visible from under her hair. Isra stared, but didn't reply. . . Aaron, still looking down at Aleria with his index and middle finger looming on her neck for a pulse, continued.
". . . . Tell me why. . ." he trailed off for a second, as if he himself were trying to build up the courage to say the next few words and finish the sentence. After some time. . . he continued.Â
"Tell me why. . . . Aleria is dead. . . " he said in a cold, quiet, serious tone as he didn't look up. There was another moment of silence. Isra buried her head back into her legs as she finally spoke.
"I'm sorry Aaron. . . I didn't mean for any of this to ha--"
"That's not what I asked you." Aaron interuppted her in a blunt and dead tone. "I asked you, why is Aleria dead?" He restated the question as he looked at her with a menacing glare. His light brown eyes focused so much on Isra that his pupils looked almost cat like in appearance. Isra went quiet.
". . . When you died. . ." she said trying to find the will to explain it all to the young man. Aaron stared at her like a demon. . . "We had escaped. . . and brought you here. . . and. . ." she started to trail off, he really didn't want to continue with her explanation.
"Fucking answer my question." Aaron ordered her now clenching his left hand into a fist, right still rested on Aleria's neck. His voice sounded malevolent and intense.
"She gave her life in exchange for me to bring you back from the dead!" Isra suddenly screamed aloud tearing the air with her distraught voice. Aaron's eyes dilated again as if his mind just broke. . . ten minutes would pass without a word spoken. Aaron would look between Isra and Aleria's corpse during that ten minute silence every so often. His expression broken and shocked. . before that all too familiar sense of anger started to wash over him.
"Take it back. . ." he said abruptly in a dead serious voice. Isra looked up at him. "Give her life back to her. . . take this shit back right fucking now. . ." Aaron was so mad he started crying from frustration. His teary eyes looking down at Aleria's peaceful sleeping face. "You fucking idiot. . . why would you. . ." he leaned over and buried his head into her exposed stomach. His hands grabbing her body as he scooped her body up into his arms and sat there hugging the dead woman. "Why would you even do that. . . . WHY!?" He screamed at the end of his sentence. Isra didn't know if he were talking to her or Aleria's body. The young man just sat there huddled over Aleria's body as he broke down. His voice cracking and crackling as he mourned. He and Aleria must've been really close. . .
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed suddenly out at the ocean before burying his head back into Aleria's body crying. "Don't die. . . don't die!" He pleaded over and over again as he hugged her tighter. "Don't leave me here by myself. . . after all the years we've stuck together. . . you FUCKING LEAVE ME!" He screamed again before suddenly releasing her corpse and walking towards Aleria with a menacing look. "WHY DID YOU LET HER DO THIS!?" He jerked a finger at her as he walked to the goddess. Isra stood up, as if she was getting ready to defend herself or possibly run if needed. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO EVER BE HER FRIEND! YOU GOT US INTO THIS SHIT!" Aaron lashed his left hand out leasing a arc of blue fire that streamed briefly into the air distorting it before dissipating.
"Maybe you caused that fucking deity to attack the island too! Is that it!?" He then spit another accessing question at Isra. He was so mad he wasn't even thinking logically anymore. . . his body running on pure emotions. Isra didn't initially reply, she'd just watch him scream at her. . .
"He cared for her more than she did for him. . . unbelievable. . . could that really be?" Isra thought to herself as she compared Aaron's reaction over Aleria's death to what Aleria did when Aaron was killed. . . she'd note Aleria seemed empty inside after she saw Aaron's throat cut. . . but Aaron just seemed to be accompanied with rage, sadness, frustration, loneliness, and emptiness. . . could Aleria have impacted his childhood that much!? Moreso than he impacted hers? Finally, Isra spoke.
"She wanted me to. . . she said she wanted you to live. . ." Isra fell quiet after she replied. Aaron shut up when the words hit his ears, and he just stared upon Isra with a shocked yet blanked out expression. "She even berated herself for questioning if you would have done the same for her. . ." Isra scoffed sadly under her breath. "She was right. . . you would've did the same thing she did. . ." she finished talking, and looked off at the ocean away from Aaron. Aaron's fist clenched tightly as he lowered his head staring at the ground.
". . . Bring her back. . . she doesn't need to die because of you. . . wait. . ." his eyes glared at Isra as if he'd just had a revelation. "How did you. . . " he'd fall short on his sentence as he looked back over to Aleria's body briefly, and then feel his neck where there should have been a wound. "How did you bring me back. . . you're not a necromancer. . ." he'd ask quietly as his eyes showed heavy confusion. Isra stared at him for a moment, then laughed a little sadly.
"That's right. . ." she'd speak to herself before looking at Aaron again. "You died before everything was said. . ." she'd stop talking allowing the words to sink into Aaron's mind. Truth be told she pondered if she should tell Aaron she was a deity in human form at the moment. . . then she'd look back over to Aleria's body as her thoughts ran wild. Finally. . . she'd decided on what to do next. . . just before Aaron finally collected his thoughts.
"After everything was explained? The fuck are you talking about!? Answer my goddamn question HOW AM I ALIVE AND SHE'S NOT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GAVE HER LIFE FOR MINE I CLEARLY WAS KILLED BEFORE HER!" He yelled angrily as his eyes turned that pale bluish white again, his energy remained calm however. Another eternity of silence washed over the vicinity as the creeping sunrise shone more light upon them. Isra didn't reply, she just walked up to Aaron slowly. . . the man taking a step back as he looked at her walking up to him.
"Relax Aaron." Isra said in a soft voice. "I'm the deity of fate and sealing. . . I brought you back by Aleria's request and we gave her soul to Nevram, the deity of the afterlife. . . in exchange for yours. . . " she'd drop the information on Aaron like a bomb, Aaron's eyes widened in shock as she told him that. . . but did he really believe her? Isra used his brief stunned reaction to close the distance and placed her left palm on Aaron's forehead after reaching under the bangs that covered almost his entire forehead. Her skin soft and cool against his as he finally looked her in the eye, she was a few inches shorter than him. . . before he could speak however, a warm day of energy pulsed through his mind. . . and he felt drowsy and calm. Isra whispered in his ear as his legs gave out and he fell into her arms where she gently laid him out across the sand by Aleria's body.
"She loved you, Aaron. She wanted to tell you in her lifetime. . . but because of me. . ." a tear fell and hit Aaron's drowsy face as she continued. "And. . . I've finally thought of a way to where we can all stop hurting over the recent incidents. . ." she'd mumble quietly as she rubbed Aaron's forehead. His eyes started to feel heavy as he futilely tried to reach up and removed her hand from his forehead. His arm didn't respond however. . . as if it fell asleep before him. Another quiet breeze washes over the three.
"What are you. . ." Aaron barely managed to speak before his mouth no longer felt like moving, as if his lips were too tired to speak.Â
"I'm going to alter your memories. . ." Isra said in a soft spoken sorrowful tone. Her sandy brown human hair brushing Aaron's groggy face. "You'll forget about the two people in the crystal cave. . . you'll forget you died. . . and also you'll forget about me and Aleria. . ." Isra kept talking. "Her last wish was to watch over you. . . and to make sure you didn't do anything stupid because of you learning she gave her life for you. . ." her words felt heavier and heavier with each sentence. . . "When you awake. . . you'll not even remember I spoke to you, you'll think you just escaped the City of Roses by yourself and took refuge in the city I'm about to leave you in. . . " she explained to Aaron.Â
"You. . . don't. . ." Aaron said feeling the sleep taking him, his memories slowly began to fade. . . he'd turn his head barely to look at the body of Aleria next to him. His mind going blank at identifying who it was.
". . . Aira. . . Aevis. . who is that girl laying beside me. . . is she ok. . . Aaron tried to figure out who the girl next to him was to no avail. . . was he really about to forget about her? Isra noticed him looking at Aleria's corpse in confusion, and then spoke in a sad but assuring tone. . .
"Don't worry. . . I'll leave a fragment of her existence in your memories. . . she didn't want you to forget about her. . . but you won't know why she's in your mind or how you know her. . . it'll all feel like a dream. . I'll take care of her body. . . don't worry. . ." Isra still crying said quietly. Aaron looked up at the female deity with heavy eyes.
"Who are. . . you. . . ?" He said confused as he finally succumbed to the darkness of his eyes as he fell asleep. Isra waited until he had fallen unconscious that she began to finalize the altering of his memories. Her soft spoken voice uttering out the final words she'd say to him.
"I'm just a remnant of your original memories now, along with Aleria. . . take care, Aaron. And I'm sorry. . ." she whispered as she finished her work on his mind. Everything faded away afterwards. As if the world as it was known was erased from reality. . .
Two days later. . .
Time - Sunrise
Location - A studio apartment in the Capital City of Embers, Black Fire.
Soft. . . Aaron felt something very soft caressing his skin as the image of a young girl around his age stood in front of him. . . her face shadowed out in his psyche as he tried to remember her name. No matter how much he tried, as if the name was on the tip of his tongue. . . he couldn't remember a face or name to place with the body of the woman he saw. . .
And then his eyes opened. . .
Aaron stared at the cream white ceiling of the small hotel room he was lying in. The blades of the spinning fan blocking his clear cut view every other second as the metal blades spun between his line of sight and the ceiling. The air inside the small room was still and lacking any specific smell to it. The queen sized bed he laid half buried under the covers in felt so inviting to his muscles and bones. Quiet filled the air around him, nothing made a noise. . . not even the spinning fan made much of a sound save the quiet hum it made as blades sliced air.
". . . . . There's that dream again. . . been happening to me the past two days. . ." Aaron sighed quietly under his breath, a bare arm extended upward as if trying to touch the fan as his light brown eyes looked at the outside of his palm in thought. His bare light skinned chest and head would move to a sitting up position as one arm pulled the white and grey colored covers away from his lower half. "The same one with that faceless and voiceless girl. . . it's starting to get annoying. . ." he'd shake his head groggily before turning his body to the side of the large comfy bed and placing his naked feet on the creaky wooden floor covered by fine greyish cream colored carpet and he'd stand up stretching.
"What time is it anyway? Ugh." He'd ask himself as he walked away from the bed towards the screen door a meter or two away in the studio apartment. Passing a lone long built dark grey couch and a coffee table with a electronic radio and a bowl with some leftover what looked to be chocolate candy and peanuts in it. His finger flicked on the switch of the small square radio as he passed it on his way to open the curtains covering the screen door and let some light shine into the dark room. The radio whizzed a little before a the gruff voice of a males soon whirred through the speaker.
"In recent happens the Black Fire army has finally estimated a number of casualties and survivors of the recent attack on one of the Islands off the southern coast of the continent by the Deity of Tsunami." the man's voice spoke in a formal tone. Aaron pulled apart the curtains as the words reached his ears and the orange skyline poured flooded its warm morning light into the studio room. Black Fires sky was always reminiscent of Dawn or Dusk due to the aura signatures of its inhabitants influencing the color spectrum of the sky above to favor more red and orange shades over the typical blue skies one would see anywhere else. Aaron would stare out at the city from his screen window as the radio continued.
"Over 90% of the inhabitants of the the island didn't survive between the initial onslaught to the ten minute preparation period for the mass Emergency Teleportation Evacuation Call, or ETAC plan. . . of the ten percent said to have survived, over 5% were killed by an unknown phenomena inside the crystal caves where the survivors were dropped off as well as all relief soldiers that were stationed underground to help guide the survivors to safety in such a emergency. Both the Black Fire army and the Black Phoenix elite ops are investigating the cause of homicide." the radio continued on catching Aaron's ear as he turned his head to look at the radio, a long black parting that even passed the bottom of his chin was hiding his right ear from view as he listened. His eyes narrowed as he listened.
"The supposed less than 5% that survived have scattered to the wind. Police are trying to find them for questioning. We will keep more updates for you coming in the near fut-"
Aaron shut the radio off without another word and just stood there alone in his barely furnished apartment room.Â
". . . . Less than five percent huh?" He scoffed to himself as he knew he was a survivor as well and walked towards and then passed his bed to a tall two doors wooden wardrobe and opened it. "Don't question me. . . I don't even remember how I managed to get this room or a wardrobe full of clothes." He said quietly under his breath as he pulled out a black t shirt, some black and grey camouflage pants and a pair of calf high militia style black boots. He'd dress himself up quietly before grabbing his room key off the small cupboard by his bed and stepping out his room locking the door behind him and out into the streets of the Capital of Black Fire. . . the City of Embers.
Location - Black Fire Mainland, Southern Coast
Light brown eyes opened up once again to get a taste of that fleeting orange and yellow shaded skyline. . .a once cold dead body now gasping for air as it lurched into a upright position grabbing their own face in shock.
Aaron looked over himself rabidly, he looked confused. . . bewildered. . . astonished. . . scared. . . you name it. His fingerless black gloved hands dug into the sand before him as he examined his black outfit before suddenly clamoring to feel at his neck, right around the jugular. . . no wound. . . his mind went haywire as his body started to get back onto it's natural bodily functions. . . he was breathing once again and alert. . . Aaron was alive. . Â back from the dead. The black hair bangs hugging the sides of his yellow face swayed briefly in the wind as a breeze picked up. Hair covering the upper half of his eyes and his entire forehead as he continued to examine himself.
"I thought I died. . ." he said to himself as he brought his hands to his neck again. "I was sure there was a wound here. . . that girl had put a clean thin cut right across my jugular. . . I should be dead, why am I alive!?" He asked confused before finally looking up away from his body across to Isra, who was silent. Dead silent. She didn't even look at Aaron, her body curled up as her face laid buried in her lap.Â
"Isra was it? Why am I not dead!? Why are you here? Where's Aleria!?" Aaron began to rapidly ask a montage of questions. But before he could answer he finally noticed the body out the corner of his right eye. He turned to look, the jet black collar of his sleeveless black vest covering his chin and lower lips of his yellow tinted face as he looked down.Â
And then his eyes. . . slowly widened. . . as Aleria's lifeless body was laid out in tattered clothes in front of his face. . . a small smile atop what could be seen of her face, most of it covered by her long black hair.Â
". . . . . . ." Aaron just stared, and stared, and stared. His eyes however, unlike his lips or body were watching for the rise and fall of the girls chest to indicate she was breathing. . . maybe she was sleep? Yeah. . . she was sleeping. . when he didn't see her chest rise and fall Aaron would lean over towards her and extend his arm out and feel her neck for a pulse, her body was already losing heat. . . and there was no pulse. Aaron deducted that she died very recently. . . he didn't say a word. He just hovered on his knees over Aleria's body as he kept his hand to her neck searching for a pulse. His eyes covered almost completely by the hair falling from his forehead in the form of thick black bangs. Isra finally raised her head, and turned to look at Aaron looming over Aleria. The  goddesses tear ridden green eyes and red tinted face full of sorrow and sympathy as she watched Aaron just sit there.
". . . . Isra. . ." Aaron suddenly said right as another small gust of wind ruffled Aleria's hair pushing some of it away to the point her closed eyes were now visible from under her hair. Isra stared, but didn't reply. . . Aaron, still looking down at Aleria with his index and middle finger looming on her neck for a pulse, continued.
". . . . Tell me why. . ." he trailed off for a second, as if he himself were trying to build up the courage to say the next few words and finish the sentence. After some time. . . he continued.Â
"Tell me why. . . . Aleria is dead. . . " he said in a cold, quiet, serious tone as he didn't look up. There was another moment of silence. Isra buried her head back into her legs as she finally spoke.
"I'm sorry Aaron. . . I didn't mean for any of this to ha--"
"That's not what I asked you." Aaron interuppted her in a blunt and dead tone. "I asked you, why is Aleria dead?" He restated the question as he looked at her with a menacing glare. His light brown eyes focused so much on Isra that his pupils looked almost cat like in appearance. Isra went quiet.
". . . When you died. . ." she said trying to find the will to explain it all to the young man. Aaron stared at her like a demon. . . "We had escaped. . . and brought you here. . . and. . ." she started to trail off, he really didn't want to continue with her explanation.
"Fucking answer my question." Aaron ordered her now clenching his left hand into a fist, right still rested on Aleria's neck. His voice sounded malevolent and intense.
"She gave her life in exchange for me to bring you back from the dead!" Isra suddenly screamed aloud tearing the air with her distraught voice. Aaron's eyes dilated again as if his mind just broke. . . ten minutes would pass without a word spoken. Aaron would look between Isra and Aleria's corpse during that ten minute silence every so often. His expression broken and shocked. . before that all too familiar sense of anger started to wash over him.
"Take it back. . ." he said abruptly in a dead serious voice. Isra looked up at him. "Give her life back to her. . . take this shit back right fucking now. . ." Aaron was so mad he started crying from frustration. His teary eyes looking down at Aleria's peaceful sleeping face. "You fucking idiot. . . why would you. . ." he leaned over and buried his head into her exposed stomach. His hands grabbing her body as he scooped her body up into his arms and sat there hugging the dead woman. "Why would you even do that. . . . WHY!?" He screamed at the end of his sentence. Isra didn't know if he were talking to her or Aleria's body. The young man just sat there huddled over Aleria's body as he broke down. His voice cracking and crackling as he mourned. He and Aleria must've been really close. . .
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed suddenly out at the ocean before burying his head back into Aleria's body crying. "Don't die. . . don't die!" He pleaded over and over again as he hugged her tighter. "Don't leave me here by myself. . . after all the years we've stuck together. . . you FUCKING LEAVE ME!" He screamed again before suddenly releasing her corpse and walking towards Aleria with a menacing look. "WHY DID YOU LET HER DO THIS!?" He jerked a finger at her as he walked to the goddess. Isra stood up, as if she was getting ready to defend herself or possibly run if needed. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO EVER BE HER FRIEND! YOU GOT US INTO THIS SHIT!" Aaron lashed his left hand out leasing a arc of blue fire that streamed briefly into the air distorting it before dissipating.
"Maybe you caused that fucking deity to attack the island too! Is that it!?" He then spit another accessing question at Isra. He was so mad he wasn't even thinking logically anymore. . . his body running on pure emotions. Isra didn't initially reply, she'd just watch him scream at her. . .
"He cared for her more than she did for him. . . unbelievable. . . could that really be?" Isra thought to herself as she compared Aaron's reaction over Aleria's death to what Aleria did when Aaron was killed. . . she'd note Aleria seemed empty inside after she saw Aaron's throat cut. . . but Aaron just seemed to be accompanied with rage, sadness, frustration, loneliness, and emptiness. . . could Aleria have impacted his childhood that much!? Moreso than he impacted hers? Finally, Isra spoke.
"She wanted me to. . . she said she wanted you to live. . ." Isra fell quiet after she replied. Aaron shut up when the words hit his ears, and he just stared upon Isra with a shocked yet blanked out expression. "She even berated herself for questioning if you would have done the same for her. . ." Isra scoffed sadly under her breath. "She was right. . . you would've did the same thing she did. . ." she finished talking, and looked off at the ocean away from Aaron. Aaron's fist clenched tightly as he lowered his head staring at the ground.
". . . Bring her back. . . she doesn't need to die because of you. . . wait. . ." his eyes glared at Isra as if he'd just had a revelation. "How did you. . . " he'd fall short on his sentence as he looked back over to Aleria's body briefly, and then feel his neck where there should have been a wound. "How did you bring me back. . . you're not a necromancer. . ." he'd ask quietly as his eyes showed heavy confusion. Isra stared at him for a moment, then laughed a little sadly.
"That's right. . ." she'd speak to herself before looking at Aaron again. "You died before everything was said. . ." she'd stop talking allowing the words to sink into Aaron's mind. Truth be told she pondered if she should tell Aaron she was a deity in human form at the moment. . . then she'd look back over to Aleria's body as her thoughts ran wild. Finally. . . she'd decided on what to do next. . . just before Aaron finally collected his thoughts.
"After everything was explained? The fuck are you talking about!? Answer my goddamn question HOW AM I ALIVE AND SHE'S NOT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GAVE HER LIFE FOR MINE I CLEARLY WAS KILLED BEFORE HER!" He yelled angrily as his eyes turned that pale bluish white again, his energy remained calm however. Another eternity of silence washed over the vicinity as the creeping sunrise shone more light upon them. Isra didn't reply, she just walked up to Aaron slowly. . . the man taking a step back as he looked at her walking up to him.
"Relax Aaron." Isra said in a soft voice. "I'm the deity of fate and sealing. . . I brought you back by Aleria's request and we gave her soul to Nevram, the deity of the afterlife. . . in exchange for yours. . . " she'd drop the information on Aaron like a bomb, Aaron's eyes widened in shock as she told him that. . . but did he really believe her? Isra used his brief stunned reaction to close the distance and placed her left palm on Aaron's forehead after reaching under the bangs that covered almost his entire forehead. Her skin soft and cool against his as he finally looked her in the eye, she was a few inches shorter than him. . . before he could speak however, a warm day of energy pulsed through his mind. . . and he felt drowsy and calm. Isra whispered in his ear as his legs gave out and he fell into her arms where she gently laid him out across the sand by Aleria's body.
"She loved you, Aaron. She wanted to tell you in her lifetime. . . but because of me. . ." a tear fell and hit Aaron's drowsy face as she continued. "And. . . I've finally thought of a way to where we can all stop hurting over the recent incidents. . ." she'd mumble quietly as she rubbed Aaron's forehead. His eyes started to feel heavy as he futilely tried to reach up and removed her hand from his forehead. His arm didn't respond however. . . as if it fell asleep before him. Another quiet breeze washes over the three.
"What are you. . ." Aaron barely managed to speak before his mouth no longer felt like moving, as if his lips were too tired to speak.Â
"I'm going to alter your memories. . ." Isra said in a soft spoken sorrowful tone. Her sandy brown human hair brushing Aaron's groggy face. "You'll forget about the two people in the crystal cave. . . you'll forget you died. . . and also you'll forget about me and Aleria. . ." Isra kept talking. "Her last wish was to watch over you. . . and to make sure you didn't do anything stupid because of you learning she gave her life for you. . ." her words felt heavier and heavier with each sentence. . . "When you awake. . . you'll not even remember I spoke to you, you'll think you just escaped the City of Roses by yourself and took refuge in the city I'm about to leave you in. . . " she explained to Aaron.Â
"You. . . don't. . ." Aaron said feeling the sleep taking him, his memories slowly began to fade. . . he'd turn his head barely to look at the body of Aleria next to him. His mind going blank at identifying who it was.
". . . Aira. . . Aevis. . who is that girl laying beside me. . . is she ok. . . Aaron tried to figure out who the girl next to him was to no avail. . . was he really about to forget about her? Isra noticed him looking at Aleria's corpse in confusion, and then spoke in a sad but assuring tone. . .
"Don't worry. . . I'll leave a fragment of her existence in your memories. . . she didn't want you to forget about her. . . but you won't know why she's in your mind or how you know her. . . it'll all feel like a dream. . I'll take care of her body. . . don't worry. . ." Isra still crying said quietly. Aaron looked up at the female deity with heavy eyes.
"Who are. . . you. . . ?" He said confused as he finally succumbed to the darkness of his eyes as he fell asleep. Isra waited until he had fallen unconscious that she began to finalize the altering of his memories. Her soft spoken voice uttering out the final words she'd say to him.
"I'm just a remnant of your original memories now, along with Aleria. . . take care, Aaron. And I'm sorry. . ." she whispered as she finished her work on his mind. Everything faded away afterwards. As if the world as it was known was erased from reality. . .
Two days later. . .
Time - Sunrise
Location - A studio apartment in the Capital City of Embers, Black Fire.
Soft. . . Aaron felt something very soft caressing his skin as the image of a young girl around his age stood in front of him. . . her face shadowed out in his psyche as he tried to remember her name. No matter how much he tried, as if the name was on the tip of his tongue. . . he couldn't remember a face or name to place with the body of the woman he saw. . .
And then his eyes opened. . .
Aaron stared at the cream white ceiling of the small hotel room he was lying in. The blades of the spinning fan blocking his clear cut view every other second as the metal blades spun between his line of sight and the ceiling. The air inside the small room was still and lacking any specific smell to it. The queen sized bed he laid half buried under the covers in felt so inviting to his muscles and bones. Quiet filled the air around him, nothing made a noise. . . not even the spinning fan made much of a sound save the quiet hum it made as blades sliced air.
". . . . . There's that dream again. . . been happening to me the past two days. . ." Aaron sighed quietly under his breath, a bare arm extended upward as if trying to touch the fan as his light brown eyes looked at the outside of his palm in thought. His bare light skinned chest and head would move to a sitting up position as one arm pulled the white and grey colored covers away from his lower half. "The same one with that faceless and voiceless girl. . . it's starting to get annoying. . ." he'd shake his head groggily before turning his body to the side of the large comfy bed and placing his naked feet on the creaky wooden floor covered by fine greyish cream colored carpet and he'd stand up stretching.
"What time is it anyway? Ugh." He'd ask himself as he walked away from the bed towards the screen door a meter or two away in the studio apartment. Passing a lone long built dark grey couch and a coffee table with a electronic radio and a bowl with some leftover what looked to be chocolate candy and peanuts in it. His finger flicked on the switch of the small square radio as he passed it on his way to open the curtains covering the screen door and let some light shine into the dark room. The radio whizzed a little before a the gruff voice of a males soon whirred through the speaker.
"In recent happens the Black Fire army has finally estimated a number of casualties and survivors of the recent attack on one of the Islands off the southern coast of the continent by the Deity of Tsunami." the man's voice spoke in a formal tone. Aaron pulled apart the curtains as the words reached his ears and the orange skyline poured flooded its warm morning light into the studio room. Black Fires sky was always reminiscent of Dawn or Dusk due to the aura signatures of its inhabitants influencing the color spectrum of the sky above to favor more red and orange shades over the typical blue skies one would see anywhere else. Aaron would stare out at the city from his screen window as the radio continued.
"Over 90% of the inhabitants of the the island didn't survive between the initial onslaught to the ten minute preparation period for the mass Emergency Teleportation Evacuation Call, or ETAC plan. . . of the ten percent said to have survived, over 5% were killed by an unknown phenomena inside the crystal caves where the survivors were dropped off as well as all relief soldiers that were stationed underground to help guide the survivors to safety in such a emergency. Both the Black Fire army and the Black Phoenix elite ops are investigating the cause of homicide." the radio continued on catching Aaron's ear as he turned his head to look at the radio, a long black parting that even passed the bottom of his chin was hiding his right ear from view as he listened. His eyes narrowed as he listened.
"The supposed less than 5% that survived have scattered to the wind. Police are trying to find them for questioning. We will keep more updates for you coming in the near fut-"
Aaron shut the radio off without another word and just stood there alone in his barely furnished apartment room.Â
". . . . Less than five percent huh?" He scoffed to himself as he knew he was a survivor as well and walked towards and then passed his bed to a tall two doors wooden wardrobe and opened it. "Don't question me. . . I don't even remember how I managed to get this room or a wardrobe full of clothes." He said quietly under his breath as he pulled out a black t shirt, some black and grey camouflage pants and a pair of calf high militia style black boots. He'd dress himself up quietly before grabbing his room key off the small cupboard by his bed and stepping out his room locking the door behind him and out into the streets of the Capital of Black Fire. . . the City of Embers.
Kevin Gates - Told Me
