Heavenly Awakenings {Genesis}

[ThePaleGhost]

Long ago Banora was once a place of peace and beauty, populated by only a few yet they were happy, your average every day folk enjoying life day by day and partaking in their native festivities, trees were once healthy and grew proud and tall with the most unusual of fruits that grew from them. It was home to many... but now look at it... nothing but ruins and rubble, there was nothing left here for anyone, save a fair few.

Some of the buildings were still somewhat intact, save for the many few that would crumble upon taking such a single step inside, crushing the unwanted enterer within it, whereas as others appeared visibly burnt... the entire village looked as if a bomb had hit it, a few years back, such a thing actually happened. And now what was left of it? Hardly anything, it was like a ghost town, no one inhabited it, except for various monsters that prowled, though none of them would ever come across a human to feast on.

However, a year ago... rumors began to spread about Banora, sightings claimed a heavenly figure had entered but never returned, though others said differently, many said they saw a woman, others said they saw some type of divine being... but a woman would never survive the dark and dangerous depths of the Banora Ruins... right?

During that year's passing, no one dared to ventured forth to confirm if sightings were true. The Ruins were far too dangerous. But deep within those ruins lie a secret, an architects wildest dream, within the miles and miles of deep and dark abyss, of endless tunnels and caves, an uneplored part of the ruins was yet to be discovered by outsiders. However, it was not as simple as entering freely. It was comprised of a puzzle, a trial if you will, a mental and elemental barrier prevented anyone from disturbing was lie, no, slept within the beautiful cavern that was blocked by various doors that led down a passageway of puzzles, carvings, and glyphs.

Those who entered would have at least have to know magic, or at least have mastered an element and use it to their advantage, whether it be fire, ice, water, or the like. There would be various spheres along the way to obtain, though depending on the element you're best accustomed to, you would have to choose the spheres of that element, inserting them into the strange carvings on the walls where they would open like some secret door, alighting their respected glyphs and gaining entry.

However, the mental barrier was a problem, it was not those true of heart that could enter, but more or less those that had their place in the heart of what, or who, lay within.

As one ventured further, a song comprised of alto, tenor, soprano, and bass echoed within, it wasn't sad, but almost peaceful and serene, it was calming. At first it sounded like children were singing, then young women, and lastly elderly men before their voices joined together in a divine choir.

"Sleep, Heavuanavei, lie in peace,
When you cry, the heart will die,
And save you from this endless lie,
Tear by tear will wash away,
To bless you'll live another day,

Dream, Heavuanavei, await in sleep,
When you awaken from your dream,
Your heart so pure shall redeem,
Let your spirit comfort all,
Await the Planet's crying call,

Wake, Heavuanevei, return to us,
If your heart shall falter,
The future for all will surely alter,
Unleash the power from within,
And save us all from sin."

[kriivanwinters]

It had been years since he had returned to the ruins of Banora, his home town, the place he resided, lived, prospered and finally destroyed completely long with the false family that called him fun, the pathetic excuses of existence that took his life so blissfully without giving him a second notice of telling him he wasn’t their son. Such angered boiled up with every step he took in the Smokey piled of houses, foot paths and used-to-be celebratory decorations along with the sons and daughters remains piled up still in the six areas of Banora’s vast, large town. He hated it, with steps towards the centre of the village he could hear the laughter and joy within the voices of his younger self and a girl he used to play with, his vision fell upon a moment in time where the little girl in white had her basket stolen, his younger self of course speedily ran after the culprits and with fewer words and more action, his younger self snatched the basket and taught the main antagonist a lesson. A small smile for a hint of a moment could be seen on Genesis’ facial expression but was quickly replaced with the horror of what he did to his parents as he continued on his path.


The screams filled the air of that day and he could see the formation of houses burning with the bones of the towns folk diminishing into nothing but dust and ash, children holding onto their parents as fathers and mothers coo their infants to calm before the end. The frustration of these haunting visions got to Genesis as he released a cry of irritation but longing like a lone wolf howling for his moon, a sweep of his sword releases an uncanny measure of power, blowing up the side of a already destroyed formation of buildings utterly. Panting heavily due to the exhaustion of both good and bad memories it was as if Chaos and Peace was melding into one but it wouldn’t create balance for Genesis but pure Madness, the Madness that caused him to slaughter his false parents in the first place, the Madness that he can feel not attempting to control his thinking patterns and the way he interacts.


The ex-SOLDIER fell to his knees, not in anger, frustration or in tears, but blissful solace until...


A crack from underground caused him to fall through the already fragile floor and deep into the stomach of Banora, feeling no reason to recover in mid-air for all the time he had the “New” Genesis walloped the floor with great force is guttered the caves and crystals that chimed together through its hollow walls, the sound of innocence already drew his attention. The songs of many he just wanted to drown out with the swing of his weapons were nowhere to be seen; in fact he had no idea where in the Goddess’ name he was. At least not until he saw the ruins of pillars and ancient carvings that covered a large landscape, the SOLDIER picked his body up from the floor like being pulled on puppet strings and from then his head kept to floor sightings. He wondered the tomb of Ancient Banora without interest and instead seemed lost and alone like a child without a guiding hand to help him out of his own darkness.

The blank expression was a cause for concern until a light glow drew his attention, the darkness within the caves were lit by crystals of all colours but mostly a comforting lime green, a glistening blue however shone behind a stone to which Genesis had been approaching for several minutes, all on the other side of the caves entry area. Though it may have been something of no consequence he believed from a first-hand sight it to be a sphere or some sort, it lay there innocently and in gentle motion of the still caves that seemed to keep a gravity around such a small and fragile object whilst still with interest Genesis reached for the sphere and was instead met with a hateful sting of a burning coldness. Instantly he retracted his hand from the sphere with a pained face with glimmers of annoyance, he wasn’t hateful to the baby blue orb but his own foolishness to think he didn’t see an elemental sphere to being with; of course it would have hurt him.


Genesis held his finger in comfort and turned away from the orb that seemed to mock him with glimmers of blue beams that wanted to draw his attention and try to grasp for it again. He ignored it of course and even had a mind to blow up the sphere with raging flames, his mind set however was not in the “play” of destroying at the moment, it was instead exploring the cave systems that had taken his attention.


There were multiple entries into the cave system and the Auburn haired man knew he could get lost quiet easily but what other place garnered his attention? Where else was he needed? Nowhere was the answer he came up with and better to use time exploring this underground system then waste time topside weeping in past events. His choice was to enter the left cave out of three choices and delved deep into the caves until after twenty minutes of walking he was met with an obstacle, a barrier set in stone with blue glyphs that ordered a red sphere due to the glowing red and the shape. The puzzle was so impossibly easy, however he didn’t have a red sphere to which he presumed it must be fire and hopefully this time he would be able to hold it if he found it.


Genesis looked around from left to right and all directions apart from above him, the calm singing felt like it was getting louder in his head and as a result he held each side of his framed skull and lowered his sights to the ground once more, he was getting frustrated and he never liked feeling that was, he was a sore loser and as such even he himself felt like a child. Taking in breaths and opening his eyes slowly to gain the vision of the glyphic stone, he saw his younger self again with a smile and the old clothing he used to wear, it was a trick, it must have been, past and present cannot meet in one space in time could they?

The younger Genesis approached the present, the two of them stared at each other, the present looking bewildered and the past inspecting what he would look like in the future, a few minutes of silence and them the child smiled. He never spoke, just smiled, and with a finger pointing into the air the present Genesis’ sights turned skyward to find a small fierce glow gleam in the caves ceiling, the present Genesis looked down to the child and with a small spoken tone he opened his mouth “Thank you” was all he could say, the child still smiled in a childish yet still innocent manor, his hands behind his back and looking up his futures height he motioned for him to take the sphere. The present Genesis hit the side of the cave wall that he stood next to and held his hand out, the fire sphere slowly popped from the ceiling and landed into the adult’s hand. The feel of the orb was warm and comforting until the icy one he had attempted to pick up earlier, this sphere welcomes his embrace as if the sphere has a consciousness and never wanted him to let go. The adult felt at peace and lowered his head to get a real feel for the sphere, he had felt like this before but he couldn’t remember when.


It wasn’t long after the youthful boy pulled on the adults sleeve and pointed towards the slot on the wall, the present fiery-haired man nodded and approached the slot, and a beam grabbed and pulled the sphere slowly from Genesis’ hand and slotted the sphere comfortably into its contents. The glyph disappeared as if it was an illusion to begin with and the younger Genesis looked up the present now they both of them stood in front of the door way. The words were not spoken from his mouth but were heard in the adult Genesis’ mind “Time to go” said the boy as he stretched for the present Genesis’ hand, and with his own out stretched hand, both past and present held each other’s hands in comfort as they continued down the ever crystallized halls of the cave, both awaiting the next challenge that they would face.

[ThePaleGhost]

~;Until the last feather falls, that will be the end of me . . . ;~

Deeper and deeper, like an endless path, it went on and on. All hope for the end would disperse for those too easily fatigued as they ventured onwards, many would have surely given up by now. Any one ordinary would have been burnt and forever scarred by the elemental spheres if they should dare be touched. Something about this hidden crystal grotto consisting of various elements and ore, held something of a sentimental value, as if all the memories of whoever resided within were being replayed in sound, not in picture. Though unfortunately due to deep emotional scarring and distress, the memories only played back to the past year, said voices and memories echoed throughout the hall to which at the end lie a grand door and behind that door was a sight most unexpected.

Some of the voices were clear yet cut off at certain points as if there was bad reception, some other voices sounded as if you were hearing them from under water, and lastly some sounded as if your ears were ringing while you listened... they were indeed sad.

The first voice was a female's, unrecognizable yet soft and sweet.

"We alone cannot change the way things are, that is why we need to accept others into our lives, to make it better, to make it worth while... I know I won't be alone... because you're with me, you won't leave me in the dark!"

The voice echoed again, but this time, a different memory.

"Say I fail... and everyone depends on me... and I fail... I fail them, I fail you, and myself... how could I ever live with myself? They depend on me, don't they? All their hopes rely on me... What am I giving them to live for?

And then there was another, a different female this time, it sounded sisterly and experienced, and that of Australian sounding. It responded to the previous voice.

"Then you fail, however, failure doesn't always mean to lose, Ky---, sometimes people need to have the strength to let go and move on, not rely on one person to do everything for them, to hold onto honor and dreams if for them to do... It doesn't fall down to you to accomplish that for them."

During those words, something had been cut out, at one point it was if the voice lost reception at a certain part, but no one would know. The woman's voice spoke again.

"I'll tear down the sky if it meant to save you, you've given me what no one else could, you've given me a friend and a new family... when she died, I knew no one else could replace her, and you've helped me keep her memory alive, and along the way you've become like family to me..."

That was the end of the warmth and lightness, this time the voices got darker, more cold... and all belonged to one man. A man known and respected by all, that is until... he fell into insanity and kill countless innocents. Surely, anyone would be able to recognize such a voice.

"The scratch I left won't kill her. You do what you wish with her, Brother. It doesn't matter if you shoot her or let her live. It makes no difference to me."

"Get this through your thick skull, K----... I don't want you... I don't need you to protect me from anything, I can take care of myself and my dear Brothers. You should just return to wherever you came from, and leave us be..."

"Don't you dare spread such lies to my brothers, K----..."

"I'm not a liar..."

The voice that came after was the woman's from the beginning, and unknown to anyone, that voice was echoing in the present, it was a voice from now, not then, as if were arguing with the voices of the past. But where was it coming from?

"You've been lying to me from the very beginning. Don't you dare insult Jenova... To put yourself above her is your greatest error. You are no better than she was... At least Jenova is honest... Jenova may not be my mother; but Yazoo, Kadaj, and Loz were bred from her and my cells. She is their mother, and you will not taint that honor, Human Scum... Do not speak about things which you do not understand..."

"Anything else you would like to say to us, young fool?"

"I... I'm not... a fool... I'm not!!"

A sudden wind soon began to pick up all around the halls, but it wasn't vengeful, it was one of pure emotion, such distress and heavy sadness was carried and emitted like a thick suffocating aura that anyone within range could feel exactly how the owner of the female's voice felt. Anguish, sadness, anger, betrayal, it was so heavy that no one heart could possibly carry such burdens. This, however, was a test.

Something, someone, somewhere... knew of a new presence within the halls, a certain red leather male. The aura would wrap around him like a overly-worried mother's embrace, irritating and suffocating, all these emotions would cause many to break. But did he have the mental capacity to maintain his mind? His sanity?

The voices continued on and on, it was intense, everything appeared to have a mind of its own, a crumbling sound came to surface as if the place would collapse but such a thing never happened despite the quaking that had begun to happen, it was not severe but it lasted until the voice were gone, throwing anyone off their feet and stumbling back or at least to desperately hold onto something.

"Pathetic human..."

Screams and cries of sadness and pain could faintly be heard in the background as the male's echoing voice spoke cruel words from the past. Just before anyone's head would burst from all of the this everything just seemed to have completely...

Stopped.

It was silent, as dead as after a war on the battlefield, it was so calm and peaceful now that even light dripping in the distance could be heard. And finally, as if magically, the doors on ahead opened, there was nothing breath-taking about it, there was no Godly light, no fanfare, nothing... that is, until, what was behind the doors was exposed.

It was remarkable, in the center of the room there were eight pillars circling a shrine-like alter where mainly those put to rest would be kept or where one would be placed to be sacrificed, but there were none at that time. Along the walls there were carvings and runes written in a language foreign to this world, it was clear they told some type of story; there were human-like creatures, along with beasts, titans if you will and creatures of big and small, some innocent, some frightening. Any architect would die at the glorious sight.

Instead of candles, spheres representing their respected element glowed in corners of the room and despite their colours, all around the room it appeared as if it was lit by a light of pure white. And then, there it was... the center of all this, the prize jewel of this remarkable discovery.

At the far end of the room, opposite the door that led into it, encrusted deep into the wall was a extraordinarily large octagon shaped, clear crystal with a smooth surface, almost like glass by with a very light rainbow shine, but it 'twas not the crystal itself that would widen the eyes of many, it was what lie within it.

No one would believe the sight before them even if the proof was right there in front of them, the sight just seemed hard to believe. In the center of the crystal resided a woman of a least twenty-two with hip length white hair streaked with moonlight silver, her smooth skin was a heavenly pale yet not sickly, she appeared to be sleeping as her thick black eyelashes concealed her eyes. Her hands were to her chest as if she were praying and she was dressed in a most peculiar attire which was signature by a long half skirt made entirely from white feathers.

Even after constant eye-rubbing and theory after the theory, the proof would still be right there. A woman, so peaceful and serene in here state, was right there...

Within the crystal wall.

[kriivanwinters]

It seemed like an eternity and yet the caves still continued, the glossy white and green crystals continued to shine brightly whilst the pair of past and present motioned with swiftness down the many corridors of the ruined caverns. It frustrated the present to hear the voices as the singing was being drowned out by many memories, he could tell this with the reasoning that there were multiple voices and names that sounded familiar or individuals that he had heard of. But the two would press on, the past seemed unaffected by the ravings of madness that toiled and burned within the crevices of the present Genesis’ mind and only then did he see or rather he could see the past enveloping the black tunnels behind the two of them as if they were literally being chased by the pasts that were repeating their cruel insanities.


Over and over the voiced toiled and tainted his mind as if they wanted to see him break and burn within their rage and even the kindly sounding memories seemed to mock his coming for promises of respite when in reality it was voices of the unwanted and rather unneeded for anyone who had been dead should remind dead and keep their lost voices ay bay from this world for all eternity. Still the two ran and still the voices had gotten louder until it had gotten so bad that the walls of the caves began to burn his flames of his own mastered element and showing him the figures of the past by giving them shadowed outlines to go along with their voices, all seemed hopeless to the present whilst the past continued to pull his hand in motion to carry on going and to not give up, but still the feeling of his draining mind remained and soon it would only become empty shell of madness and destruction. Genesis found himself kneeling on the floor with his sights on the past, his hand outstretched to the present with a blank expression but the eyes that wanted him to get up and take his hand. Then a few simple worlds were said that changed the present’s perspective on the situation “Are we giving up now?” Few words but powerful, were they giving up? Or was He giving up? It wasn’t fair on the youth and if he could stand there with such strength and vigour then so could he.


Genesis placed both hands on the ground and pushed himself off the dirty floor that slowly swallowed his feet in flame, but it didn’t hurt at all and soon after the entire cave burst into a corridor of flames and anguish as the angered memories entwined with arguments of the past, spitting and shouting cruel lies and comments of dishonour and indecency towards one man and his neighbour.


But it didn’t both them anymore, it was then that Genesis realised that it was himself holding back, he never knew how angered, how frustrated he must have been over the many years and what he had to do to even get this far in existence, the disbelief and weeping over his failures to be the one thing that he could never attain and that was to be a Hero. And yet now it felt alright, as if he was at peace with it, if his younger self could be so innocent and strong without the obsession of being “The Best” then why should he show such aggression? Genesis took a deep breath and released it as the flames slowly engulfed himself and his younger form the two of them still holding hands until nothing but the flames stood. It was then that everything went silent, for a moment it was peaceful and tranquil that the drippings of moist droplets fell onto rocks that caressed the cave. The past and present were laying on the ground and looking into each other’s eyes, a wide grin held pose on the younger Genesis’ face whilst the other released a more mature smile in return.


“Should we go?”


“Yeah, it’s time don’t you think?”


The two of them stood on the soft ground and examined the area they found themselves in, no flames, no rage, no voices, no singing, just the empty space and a gigantic door that began to slid open from the presence of the two that looked up at the carvings of the stony door, it was then that the giant thump caused the cave to quake and allow entry for the two to motion inside the ruin, pillars of an unknown pre-civil age stood their grounds whilst glyphs of a different dialect and language was written amongst the stone walls that loomed over and watched this place of peaceful blissness of war and horror. The two walked down the path layer out before them with various lights repelling off their clothing, armour and weaponry as well as the eyes whilst they strode towards the centre of the area. It wasn’t hard to see a crystal with the figure of a woman carved into it was sitting on “Display” and looking out to those who entered the ruins.


“I wonder who carved this piece...” Questioned the Genesis from the present as the past moved closer and with his inanimate hand attempted to touch the crystal “I’m not sure” he replied as he pulled back and hid behind the presents jacket keeping a good grip, then older Genesis held his hand upward and gently pressed against the crystal figures cheek “This is a lie....” The younger Genesis looked up and then to the figure and replied once more in hushed tones “Sad?” the older man nodded and released huffed puff of air.

[ThePaleGhost]

~;Until the last feather falls, that will be the end of me . . . ;~

All was silent at that time, so quiet that even an assassin's breath could be heard lightly, with each step brought an echo to the room. This discovery belonged to an ancient race, though one who was ordinary would not nor never have gotten as far as witnessing such a sight. The carvings on the walls told the story of how the race came to be and how they were born, even going as far as telling how they had been with human-kind since magic times.

The figure remained where it was, of course, though there was a slight solace about her, the very waves of emotion that emitted from the crystal told her story, one of sadness, betrayal, death, and insanity too heavy to carry even by the arms of the strongest man alive. Constantly, it seemed as if a tear was constantly falling down her left cheek again and again, and suddenly the silence was broken... as if far away, someone in the distance was singing - a child's voice. A little girl's voice. The song was so light, the voice amplifying it's innocence yet... it was too sad of a song for such a child to sing. The voice remained distant, but then the unspeakable happened. As if like a ghost, from the crystal a young figure was released, clad in a cute white dress and swinging a basket around filled with transparent apples and flowers.

The scene began to alter slightly, despite the room remaining, patches of see-through flowers appeared in the corners along with a few trees and a river flowing through, the child was that of at least six years of age with long brunette hair with a feint silver streak and eyes of a sapphire blue and moonlight silver. She skipped along the room, still singing her song with her childish voice, a song once sang to a young boy many years ago at a festival by a girl the very same. She seemed to have found a small patch and sat within it, humming more parts of the song as she threaded flowers together to make a crown. The sight was so innocent and vaguely heart-warming.

Though as a few minutes went by, the singing ceased and the girl was silent, her demeanour appeared more serious yet was still childish. She looked over at the two past and present male's, tilting her head to the side as she giggled lightly and smiled, getting up and brushing imaginary dirt from her knees before walking over to them, the girl passing straight through the adult so that she was now facing the crystallized woman. Her smile soon dropped as her big innocent eyes grew sad, placing her small hands to her chest. "It is so sad... isn't it?" she spoke as if a child was attempting to comfort an adult, but she was not talking to the two that were with her "p-people can be... so mean... that's why you're in there... isn't it?"

Quite cutely, the young girl's lower lip began to tremble before placing her hands childishly to her eyes and began to cry, sounding much like a sad puppy when it whimpers. The adorable sight stood there, speaking with a quivering voice. "I-I want to... w-w... wake up..." another sniffle "I don't want to be alone anymore... I'm sc-scared..." the young girl looked up at the crystal woman with pouting lips, a wet nose and watery eyes, she sniffled again as she wiped her nose with her sleeve.

"Wake... up... p-please?" she hiccuped softly, reaching her arms up as if wanting to be picked up by her daddy... and yet... nothing happened. This just made the young transparent girl even more sad as she turned and clinged onto the adult's red leather jacket, quivering like a scared kitten "she... she won't wake up..." her wails and cries were muffled as she buried her face into him, though her tears seemed to pass through him and dissolve into the ground in which they stood on. "I've been so... so sad and lonely here... all on my own... no one come to see me..." she whimpered, not letting go of him "I didn't want her to seal herself away... I didn't! But... she hurt too much... she too sad... it would hurt her so bad... she could ended up like d-daddy..."

She wiped her face on her sleeve again, now looking up at him, somewhat timidly but with some determination. "P-please... help... I-I need her... and... she... needs me! P... Please?" she asked ever-so shyly "s... stop her... from being sad..."

And with that, she finally pulled away, offering her hand to him. A gentle smile appeared on the 'fairy girl's' face. "Just remember... o-okay? Don't forget the past, it makes you stronger... remember? You can do it... my Crimson Hero!" With those last words, the young girl disappeared back into where she came from, waving a goodbye at the past version of the adult, a look of happiness on her face as if seeing an old friend. Although it had almost felt as if there were now no leads, the young girl had left her basket behind which had now materialized. Inside were seven Banora White's, though they shone and glittered, they were crystallized... and at the alter in the center there were seven slots.

Each would have to be placed in the correct order, believe it or not, but it was like a code... when the first and right apple was placed, the first few lines to the song the girl had been singing earlier would echo in the room whereas the last and final apple would echo the last two words. All it took, was for someone to figure it out.

[kriivanwinters]

It had been a while for Genesis, the original present Genesis to exercise his freedom within the parameters of the area he now stood in, the ancient tombs of a once great civilization, there were paintings on the wall with explanatory motions of conflicts, peace times, and even celebrated marriages. It interested the SOLDIER to how much had been buried beneath the planet’s surface and what cultures and civilizations could be discovered and be put to better use than to merely stay in the ragged ruins of its once great nations, uselessness Genesis thought to himself as he continues his was around the area, of course he was interested in the crystallization of the calving like wall that stood before him, no, hung before him, like a decoration or even something more perhaps a gift from one noble family to another. But of course there was plenty more to see around and the area and one of them was the writing on the walls, the many manuscripts to which Genesis could not understand and this frustrated him to a great extent, perhaps to the point where he would rather destroy the area and wish it had never been discovered by him at all, leaving it to rot and crumble as it should have continued doing, but this crystal, this being-like expression that had shown such sorrow even before he had gotten into the lower parts of the cave, it urged him to not to anything rash, maybe it was his past self who stood there silently and without fear of the anger that still raged within the present Genesis.

Then he saw it, a glow, a wisp, a cry in the dark that swirled into a fancy of music, song and praise to something higher. It filled Genesis with enjoyment and happiness that he wished to refuse, his anger still swelling but was in conflict with these new emotions that too, pushed its way into his heart. It only took the a figure of the former youth to cause shock into the SOLDIER’s eyes, it was a familiar, a person he had seen and a child as well, an odd phenomena or reality but of course her song was pure and great indeed especially to move even Genesis’ anger and frustration. He stood there paralyzed in his steps, figuring out where he could have seen her before, had he killed her? Is she a part of the now dead Banora that stands as an example of genesis’ wrath and Shinra’s cruelty of warfare? The youth approached with a basket of flowers and Dumb fruit, even after all this time he could never forget the name he made up for the fruit that had been discovered all that time. But she still approached, the man stood there silent whilst his past ran up beside him with a joyous smile and a look of remembrance once that he attempted to share with the still confused Genesis.

When the youth however began to spin her tale of sadness entwined with happier days, both Genesis stood there with eyes fixated on the white dressed girl, standing there swinging her form from side to side in a small motion that reveals innocence, kindness and a child at heart. The older Genesis merely stood there listening to her tales whilst the younger approached his memory of the little girl in white, but before a word could escape his lips she had retreated into her resting place behind the crystallization of the figure that was mounted before them.

The basket lay there with the twinkling of the many applies that took up residence in such a small, frail basket. Innocence was only one of the words that could be mentioned, another was cruel and loss for more intricate meanings of how the adult genesis felt at this time, when the youth says “Crimson Hero” his form literally jolted back as if his memory was hammered in the side of his head in one swift sudden blow. A name he pondered the thought whilst the younger version stood up to the basket with his small form and knelt to inspect the apples that lay before them, A name… The thought of the girl’s name bothered him, he never did like to forget and the fact remained this girl remained nameless, “What is your name…” He told himself in a small voice that rebounded off the confines of the walls that had soon lengthened and grew louder over the short seconds, forming into the words that were expressed with confusion and frustration.

The younger Genesis pulled an apple from the top of the pile and saw the many slots that stood before them, it seemed to be pulling in the younger ones grasp as if responding to his touch and wanting to lead him in the right direction and with those actions at hand the small Genesis with his feet shuffling across the dusty, stone floor and went to a slot that was marked on the alter that stood in front of them, the alter depicted many generations of actions and deeds both good and bad, some in the present others in the past. And perhaps some even in the future, the reasoning for this was the technology that was involved, mostly primal and others seemed after their own era. Genesis picked a slot and carefully placed the Banora apple inside its confines, only to be met by a sudden vocal song that expressed innocence and wanting for adventure, the boy jumped off the floor and landed on his behind, he let a part with his hands supporting his back with the look of shock for an expression, the elder Genesis rose from his thoughts to find his younger self with a comical expression but listened to the song, “Familiar…”

[ThePaleGhost]

At that immediate time, the finally complete alter began to quake and glow with a blinding white light as it began to sink into the ground and disappeared. Shortly after, a beam of light shot out from where the alter had disappeared and hit against the crystal object on the cieling before bouncing off and colliding with different crystals in all corners of the room before aiming directly at the heart of the crystal figure and heading straight for its target.

An audible chime echoed throughout the room before the crystal soon began to change in colour, an icey white, cracks began to form and one would think a tragedy was about to arise. Had solving the puzzle been a mistake? No, no, in fact, it was something truely remarkable. A good deed, an act of kindess, if you will. Suddenly, the now ice-like crystal began to crack and shatter piece by piece slowly.

First, it cracked around the head of the figure, freeing what slept inside. With a long sharp gasp, the woman breathed as if she had been underwater for hours, eyelids dusted with glittering powder remained shut as she gasped and regained breath. Next were her shoulders and chest which began to rise and fall with each struggled breath that she took, and finally came her hips, and lastly, legs: which soon caused her to be freed from the no longer crystallized wall and sent her plumeting to the ground with an audible thud.

Long knee length white and silver hair and feather-made half skirt spread around the ground in which she lay, her head buried in her arms as her breathing slowly began to steady and calm. Metalic, knee-length, silver boots scraped against the ground slightly as she tried to get up only to fail, instead she managed to lift her upper body up slightly with her arms, one of which had a winged motifed band curling all up her right arm.

It was then the young ghost-like girl appeared once more, despite their appearances were slightly different, it wasn't hard to tell that they were the same person, only years seperated them from each other. The white haired woman looked up at her smiling younger self weakly, looking rather tired. "It's... alright now, no more nap time, okaaaiii!? You been sleeping for long LOOOONG time! Everything is all better... we can... finally be together again..." the young girl smiled, wrapping her arms around her older self's shoulders in a light hug which her older self could feintly feel.

"We'll be alright now..." those last words echoed throughout the room as the young girl began to dissolve into a glittering dust, turning her head at the young boy and smiling a thanks at him before it then finally dissappeared and travelled their way over to the heart of the white haired woman, a glittering tear falling down her snowy cheek before collapsing to the ground in exhaustion though remained awake and concious.

[kriivanwinters]

( Sorry its a bit short)

The cavern that sat nesseled within the confined space of the ruins had taken its toll of punishment from the ever shifting rocks and formations of crystals that rumbled and pounded against the grand walls of such a historical era. The crystal that was noticeably hsifting out from its physical form slowly dissolved around a now living, breathing, healthy looking female and one that looked increasingly firmiliar, Genesis’ past self stood very still whilst the two interacted with each other, the young girl and her adult self. Though their physical appearances were the same, there was something odd, off maybe about the adult female that sluncked forwards as if she had been dribbling out from the walls that ate her so many years ago, in a sense it repulsed Genesis and yet a overwhelming feeling and wanting to help flooded his prespective of the situation and instead pushed himself forward as the girl made contact with the floor.

It had been a while since Genesis had seen such a beautiful youthful female and odd even that he should feel so attached to this one in particular, but still the formation of the rocks were shifting still and the ceiling on top of their heads began to crack and crumble. Genesis swiftly moved to the fallen girl’s side and wrapped her right arm across his shoulder which currently slanted as to enforce her to take his offer of help, “Time to go...” his tone wasn’t worried, cruel or even delighted for her well being but rather confused and wanting for answers. Travelling in the dark for so long even before he had found this place even before he had entered the borders of Banora, something drew him here and better yet to the ruin of his home town which was cruelly destroyed all for the sake of balance and peace.

Genesis shifted his weight up and threw the girl onto his back whilst his past self watched the last figure of the younger girl disappear where the crystal sat ever glistening from the reflective light that the sun brought and was passed down through the network of crystals to inevitably pass into the grand design from which held the unconscious girl on Genesis’ back. The SOLDIER was impatient and his sights were trained on the left side of the girls face as he made his way through the caverns of the deep caves, rocks smashing everywhere but on them and the question still rolled in his mind and hopefully he would get an answer of this person “Who are you?” His voice rose, trying to overpower the smashing of rocks whilst the mass only got bigger around them, trying to literally squish them into paste, but from what Genesis heard there was no reply, perhaps she did and he couldn’t hear her but it was most likely she didn’t considering her state, only time would tell when that would reach top side and that would be a little whilst yet however Genesis’ efforts only tripled due to his frustration and his wanting to get out of such horrid memories and find absolution .

[ThePaleGhost]

The young woman groaned in her unconscious state, when she finally came to, she found herself being lifted until eventually being carried. Her vision was blurry after being asleep for so long, despite the darkness of the caverns, everything just felt so bright to her, everything was a blur, even the sounds around her sounded as if she were underwater. At least some of her senses were still working at that time... she could smell something on this rescuer, a familiar scent whether it be some type of shampoo or a cologne - Banora White Apples. Now why did that trigger a fuzzy memory in her head? There was a figure standing before her but his face was shadowed. Who was this man?

He appeared to be talking to her as he hurried out of the now crumbling cavern, but she heard none of what he said, instead... she was rather concerned about them getting out alive. Rather tightly, but not enough to choke him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his should before chanting. "O Rem, Goddess of Light, save us from this dreaded phlight, bestow the feathers and grant the shield, this power in which I shall wield!" That soon did it as the crystal stone on the young woman's forehead began to glow a rather bright white light until, and surely, a swarm of white feathers surrounded to two and she soon felt her form becoming transparent and due to holding onto the man, he shared the effect.

"Please, hurry! This will only last a short time!" her words were almost light a plea as her hold on him tightened in desperation and familiar words soon followed "I believe in you!"

They would make it, they just had to... as soon as she opened her eyes again, she could see a light in the distance, they were getting so much closer, but unfortunately for them, their hopes were cut short as a loud and somewhat deafening roar echoed around them and surely the beast in which that roar belonged to appeared. Her eyes widened slightly as she let go of the man in surprise at the foul beast and fell on her backside. With an annoyed groan, she lifted herself up, only some of her strength was regained.

She turned to look at the man again, this time her vision was better though it took her to rub her eyes at the sight that stood before her. "G-..." but before she could say, the effect of her magic disappeared and soon the beast, a Behemoth, swiped his tail at them. "Ahh! Watch out!" she cried, fearing for his life after recognizing him, she swiftly pushed them both out of the way, only to end up back on the ground with her on him, though upon realizing this she only blushed slightly before lifting herself back up, turning to face the enemy.

"You will not claim him, nor I!"