Like a record player, a soul construct begins to move across a set of crystalline, fractalized structures, imparting a set of memories to a waiting mind.
I am a Fell. A dragon taught me a few way to look at my soul, and what I saw was bizarre and unexpected. Memories from many lives had been engraved onto my soul. But hidden behind my memories were a series of enchantments on my very soul. One to prevent it from leaving returning ot the soul realm upon death, one to write memories from the soul to the body, and one to write memoreis from the body to the soul. I spent decades studying and memorizing this.
I am an [Otter]. I’ve seen the enchanetment of the System spread throughout the world. In the ground, in the air, in the water. I can see it latched onto every living thing intcluding myself. I’ve re-examined our souls and they’ve been smoothed out again. The crystalline memories and soul enchantments have been removed as we’ve reutnre dback to the jursidcition of the System. Why? I spend years studying the System’s latch onto our souls, [Reincarnator] and I figure out how it works. It’s storing our memories elsewhere and then writing them to our bodies in childhood. The modifications from our soul must have been done to allow us to reincarnated as Fell. I take XP and I begin to experiment with carving enchantments onto my soul.
I am a [Raven]. It’s taken several lives, but I’ve recreated the enchantments on our souls and our souls now host a duplicate set of memories. Unlike Bo and Bella, and Otonia and Krateros, we’ll never need to worry again about whether this is the end of the line for us. Because when we’re reborn, our memories will be rewritten to our nascent minds first with the above context, and then proceeding on to the fundamentals of ourselves.
My name is Amelia and I am a mage!
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I’ve lost everything from the System, and I feel great. I hadn’t reallized before the strain that my complex Status had put on my soul before. Lifetimes under the System have weighed me down, but my new and improved reincarnation enchantments are nothing like that.But now I feel so light, my soul and mental faculties are a bliss and I experience clarity of thought.
I examine my soul closely and see that the burden of the System have been lifted. Yes, there is a connection, but it is a new one, fresh and, as I’m a newborn, little more than the connection itself. I have little XP or MP right now, but what I do have flows with less effort and higher finesse than ever before. A quick tweak to that System connection, and
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Ding!
[Live Fast IV] (F): You live a regrettably short life. Here's a little extra XP to put that pep in your step. XP x16.
Why the System felt the need to falsely document the fact that she had shut off the flow of experience from her soul into the System, she didn’t know. Unfortunately, she didn’t quite know how to actively drain from the System and given the circumstances that might be too conspicuous.
It wasn’t much. But she was a newborn, and those first hecate points of experience were quick to come. It didn’t take long, perhaps a few weeks, but when I had enough, I induced growth on myself.
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Mom
Stella paused in weeding her garden, as she pulled one plant that reminded her of her early studies in botany. It’d been a long, weird road, but now here she was on the outskirts of a town, with a three month old and a flourishing alchemical garden. It had been hard to be a single mother, but her neighbors were kindly and understanding sorts. Despite the good income she made on her cash crops, they had always found a reason or other to drop by and gift her something, whether it was a new cloth for her baby girl or just some prepared food.
Now that she thought about it, they must have been coordinating a bit, because they always showed up every other day and didn’t overlap with too much of the same item.
She finished weeding that one row, then made her way inside for something to eat. The baby should be waking soon and her breasts were already feeling swollen with milk.
As she pushed through the door, she saw a young woman in the nude facing away from her and towards the crib. Her hackles were raised immediately and she cried out nonverbally.
A set of blue robes snap into existence around the young woman, before she turns around. Stella gasps at who could have been a younger sister, though she could see the impressions made from her past lover’s bloodline. A chill runs down Stella’s spine as an impossible notion enters her mind. “Who are you?” she croaks out quietly.
“Oh, mother,” the young woman says and then wraps her arms around Stella. She tries to pull away, but she holds fast hugging. “I’m,” a small sob escapes, “so sorry that I can’t be the child you raise. I know that this will be hard for you.”
Stella finds her arms wrapping around the young woman to comfort her. “What are you?” she asks quietly.
“The greatest mage that ever lived and lived.”
Stella furrows her brow in confusion at that mysterious turn of phrase, then notes the fineness of the blue cloth that her… daughter conjured into existence. Her daughter wipes some tears from her own cheek, then kisses Stella on her cheek. “I’ll come back … if I can,” she says then pulls aways from Stella, who stands there still in shock. Her daughter leaves out the door, the door closing shut behind her. Stella rushes out after her, but her daughter’s gone, a figure flying off in the distance.
Stella collapses to her knees as she tries to come to terms with what happened.
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