Palamon
Silence is Purple
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Hello, and welcome to my Wuthering Waves fanfiction novella, a story about Wuthering Waves Siorc where he is a warrior with amnesia going on a journey to connect the the threads of his past. Or rather, weaving the threads together, to make a rainbow, as he puts it. This is going to either be Thirteen or Fourteen chapters, depending on what I want out of this. I have played all of Huanglong's current story up until the end of Chapter 1, Part 7. However, the Rover does not exist in this fanfiction. Or he's not awake. However, assume the events of Wuthering Waves still occur.
These are not anthologies. And, this work might be different from what I usually write. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Thread One: Resonator Found Ashore
"Hello, I am.
Uh, who am, uh,
Huh, actually, I don't remember anything, at all.
Well, I do remember maybe
A tiny bit about who
I am or, I guess,
To be frank with my wording here,
Who I used to be. I woke up by some large bank of water
Having absolutely no clue
Of who I am, or who I
Am meant to be, I don't know, what happened to
Me. What could have happened to me?
I'm honestly not even sure
Of that, I don't quite
Remember much of anything, all I
Remember right now is that I
Am, no, was, a warrior,
To be honest, I don't know. I
Hardly can recall my name k
Eh, well, actually, that, I do
Remember, it's Siorc. Hmm
Why do I feel like my name doesn't match with
Anything in this area?
Since I heard someone say Huanglong. But,
I simply can't remember anything, so
You know, why am I bothering?
Okay, so, let me
Uh, begin by saying this from the start, I do not
Know whether I was a good,
Nor bad person
Or anything of the sort
What do I know, though?
I will have to go find
A few people and try to uncover
My past in it's entirety.
Should I start there?
That is probably
A good idea, I think if I am able to
Relearn who
I am, excuse me, was, I will
Not have my head in the clouds for too long.
Guess, it's worth
A try, right? If I go on
This journey, I
Might remember who I am!
Yeah, that sounds about
Right. If I do all that,
Everything will come back to me,
Flowing in like the river I
Literally found myself near!
Eh, well, maybe it's not that easy.
Can memories come back
That easily? Maybe not,
It cannot be that simple.
Of course, it is
Not that simple
It cannot possibly be.
No. It is far from
That simple, I don't know,
Honestly, how could I
Even go about
Weaving the threads of my past
All back together?
To be perfectly, I don't know where to
Even start. I don't
Recall anyone's names. I don't know
Anyone I can think of
Not a single person comes into my head. It's
Dark in there, very very empty.
If I can just weave these
Hued threads back together,
All will flow back to me! I
Very much know that
Everything will come back if I
Needle the thread
Over and over again.
It'll all come back,
Dumped in these wet paints,
Everything will flow back like
A river. There
Was a river next to me when I
Had come to.
One large river. And,
I will be honest
Since I don't know anything. I
Seem to be
This hyena creature?
Ah, well, only partially.
Right, so,
I don't have human ears, but I have
No snout, my hands aren't human. And, I have this
Gourd thing, and a symbol on my hand.
But, what does
Any of this mean?
Could these things be important? I don't
Know. I really don't know
Ah, I should go ahead and ask someone,
Though, I? Don't recall any names.
Maybe I should head over to that island
Eyeing me from the other side?
Wait, no, I am sensing some
Horrible danger, am I armed with anything?
You know, I think I feel something on my back.
Do I dare go ahead and
Open it? Alright, here
It goes, I am going to go ahead
Now. And, here goes it's
Open! Uh, wait, hold on
That's? It looks like, a two handed sword? It's
Really big, was I carrying this around?
Eh, it seems
Mighty heavy, too big for someone like me?
Eh, well, what I know? I have no
Memory of who I am.
Bet I could if lift it, but not right now,
Eh, well, I will
Resew this thread back in
At a later point,
Now's not the time,
Yes, that's right, now's not
The time to resew this
Hued thread back
Into the rainbow blanket.
Now, there is a question I am trying to
Gather inside my cloudy head. What am
I? And how
Did I get here like this?
Oh, I just I just don't know. I have
No idea if I'm even from here
Or if I came here from some other world,
Though, I guess I will
Ultimately one day remember everything and
No longer be this blank slate
Did anyone
Even know me in the past? Ah,
Right, right, that's the first question I
Should be asking myself
That first
And foremost I
Need to go and find people who
Did know me, I
Don't know why, but
I have this journal
Down inside this bag.
It has some names inside it!
Hmm, although, they aren't written
In all that neatly here,
That's bad, isn't it?
My handwriting might not be legible
Yikes, well, that's not a lead
Here, I guess I got what I
Expected and my expectations
Are just too high. I
Don't think I would have anticipated
My memory was going to disappear
And I would have left myself a doctrine,
Yeah, that? That would
Be quite crazy.
Eh, so I am
In square one, just some
Dumb little amnesiac,
I have no memories.
Don't know where
To start to weave the
Hued threads back together to get
A rainbow of memories.
Though, maybe if I
Wander the place, I will get
One memory back at a time.
Uh, well, I don't think that's
Likely the efficient thing to
Do, but what can I do?
Everything is a blur
XdjdDHYRSgjjj-- everything is a
Pool of blackness
Looking to go
Ahead and eat me alive
I cannot overcome this
Nebula inside me.
The black hole. This
Huge black hole
Eating my head. I have to clear the
Fog, and I need to do
One thing at a time,
Gather all inside me
I have lost, and proceed to
Never let it go again. It
Might be hard at first,
Yes, it will be difficult,
Horrible, a journey that won't be very
Easy, but when is
Anything ever easy? I have my
Doubts it would ever be that simple.
Does it have to be?
It doesn't. It
Doesn't have to be at all. Could
I have this big complicated past?
Don't know. Whoever I
Once was, horrible, good, bad, a
Saint or not, I am
Open to recalling all of
My memories.
Even if it
Turns out I am this
Horrible villain all bent
Into destruction, I
Need to recall that and
Go back to fix
The stuff I did in my past.
Of course, I don't think I did anything so horrible. I
Get this feeling I am an
Especially peaceful, person, hyena?
To be honest, the fog is too thick.
Huh, I don't know why but
Uh, there is something I do
Recall, at least partially,
Though, I'm probably wrong.
Hmm, alright
My instincts are telling
Me I used to know a lot about flora and
Plants? Or maybe I'm confused.
Eh, well, I guess, at least I
Recalled one tiny thing.
Hmm, but it's not
At all a useful tidbit.
Perhaps, I should
Start keeping a log of the things I remember.
Now, there's an idea?
Okay, I guess it's something I can
Try, but, let's be
Incredibly honest, will even bother to jot anything
Down? With how
Overly cloudy I'm feeling, I do
Not think I will
Open up my past me's journal
To do so. At least I don't
Feel like I am
Even going to bother.
Eh, well, what I should
Let myself focus on is
Heading to my next stop
Uh, but here's the thing, I don't
Remember any names of
The places around here.
So, where do start?
One, getting a map to figure out
Where I am. Two, maybe
Hiring a guide?
Eh, but who can I hire?
Really don't know, do people
Even act like guides
Around here? Mm, beats
Me. Who can
I even ask in regards to that?
Ah, well, I guess for
Now, I will just venture alone.
Don't have any ideas
Here, after all. Not a single
One, hmm, so I think I'm in the east, so should I go
West? North? South? I
Don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know, I
Don't y, I don't know,
I don't know, I should just,
Errr, go with my gut. This will go
Very poorly, won't it?
Eh, worth a try!
Not like I can do much else except
Go with my gut, right? I don't
Especially have any other ideas
To try, so that's
How I'm going about
Everything at the moment.
Right, go with my gut
Even though that's the wrong answer.
I'll just go with my gut, even though I
Don't recall anything!
Okay, so my gut says don't go
North! I don't think I will find even
One thing relating
To myself up north, I need to
Keep thinking about where I
Need to go,
Or just take a leap of faith!
West, maybe I'll go west,
Because most journeys are
Ultimately gone by going
To the west! Well, maybe
I'm just making up
Nonsense because I don't
Even remember anything!
Eh, yeah, because I
Don't remember anything, I am
Trinkling in quite
Overtly dumb a
Ridiculous thoughts to fill in
Every single gap
Left behind in the
Ever growing
Abyss that is this head of mine.
Right, well, first, I
Need to focus on
Weaving the threads back together, those
Hued strings. I'm sure
Once I do, once
I have sewn it
All back together, I will be
Me again, whoever I used to be.
Ah, actually, I am a little
Nervous, what if I
Don't like who I
Formerly was? What if I don't?
Ah, well, I guess I can
Simply just restart the
Threads of who
I used to be and become a new me.
For now, I am
Especially not worried about
Everything I once was.
Look, right now, I
Am really empty, it
Hardly matters who I
Ultimately used to be.
Guess it'll matter when
Everything returns to my head,
Part of my hopes I
Am at least a good person
Right, let's at least hope
That. That I'm not awful
Or evil, because if I am, I don't deserve a second chance.
For, if I am bad or evil, I
Might as well
End this second chance.
No, I don't
Even know if this is a second chance. I don't
Even know what happy, if I
Died, if I'm
Some reincarnation, I don't know any of
That, and I have no
Other ideas of who I might have
Been or how I
Even got here. So, I have to
Recover my memories.
Every single one
Cleared out
Of my head. I have a
Very difficult journey ahead of me.
Even if I was once a bad person, I
Really need to focus on getting
Everything back in order.
Don't know how long
It'll take, but I
Need to buckle down and
Focus, I absolutely have to focus.
Ultimately, I need to
Let myself go west, so
Let's go. Let this journey begin."
<Research Log Number One, the Perfect Specimen.>
<Researcher Name: XXXXXX>
|A flame blazed brightly in a lab room in an unknown location. In the room had been a middle aged female with long purple hair that went down to about her waist. She looked incredibly tired, bags acutely visible. She had entered Researcher YYYYY's laboratory. Our researcher, YYYY recently seems to have dyed her hair purple as well. It is not known at this time if it might be out of obsession, or something worse.
Their current person of interest is very heavily visibly pregnant. This is a reason for concern for us researchers. We fear Mx. YYYYY is taking advantage of this woman during a time in which she should be preparing herself for her newborn child that could come at any day now. But, there is another reason we feel the need to write this log.
This woman has hyena ears. While this is not really a reason to be alarmed, we believe our fellow researcher might have something to do with this. They are always mentioning the strangest phrases. Chimera, the perfect specimen. This has been going on for somewhere around fourteen years now. And, in this time frame, we have been told this purple haired woman has slowly gained more hyena traits, at an alarming rate. We suspect it is malpractice.
Here are some of the recorded audio logs of the most recent session that we think people should be made aware of before working together with Researcher YYYY:|
<YYYY: Hello, my precious favorite! How's my perfect chimera doing inside you today?>
<The mother: Well. But, miss, I would like to ask you something.>
<YYYY: Ask away, my lovely favorite, I'll answer all you questions, any you have, my precious.>
<The mother: Will this be the last one?>
<YYYY: Sorry, come again?>
<The mother: You heard me.>
<YYYY: Sorry, sorry, could you repeat that one more time, my precious little favorite?>
<The mother: I'll say it again since you refuse to listen to me. Will this be the last one? I'm tired of making children for you. Last time I gave birth, you said the same thing. This child isn't the perfect specimen, get rid of it. This is our fourth attempt. I'm starting to get less fertile. If this child isn't 'the perfect chimera' I'm stopping this experiment. I'm done being your little plaything. I'm almost forty. Look what you've turned me into. Look what you've turned all my children into with your experiments. I'm done with you!>
<YYYY: Oh, you don't mean that, sweetie. Please calm down, it's pregnancy mood swings talking.>
<The mother: No, it isn't.>
<YYYY: But, it is, darling! And that little son inside you that you're growing in your womb, he's absolutely perfect. The peak specimen. Do you understand? The ultimate chimera!>
<The mother: {rage building in her voice.} You said that to all the other mothers, too, I know you did. They would be the perfect chimera, the ultimate specimen. But, in the end, each time you always take it back. I'm tired of it. This time, if you deem my fourth imperfect, I'm closing up shop. Do you understand, YYYY, I'm done letting you take advantage of me. Look what you've done to me, and so many others.>
<YYYY: Sweetie, what are you saying? I'm telling you this one is the one, the perfect specimen. All those other twenty nine were mistakes! Phonies! Mishaps! But this one, they're special, understand? Absolutely a special little boy!>
<The mother: {screaming in a high pitched tone.} I've had enough of this conversation, YYYY. I know you don't mean it. You'll tell me the child is imperfect, not a good enough chimera. You know, my three because of you, I never get to see them. And that man who you paired me with? Each time, he's left me. This is all your fault. I can't have a stable love life, because of you. Because of how I look. Don't you care?>
<YYYY: {Their hand caressed the mother's cheek.} You don't need those failures of men in your life, sweetie. You only need me. I'm the only one who loves you, after all. You know that, don't you? That the only one who could love a freak like you is me.> {They touched the woman's belly as they went on with their ramble.} <YYYY: Precious little Siorc, my precious perfect specimen. The perfect chimera. Be born healthily, okay?}
|The woman left screaming after this. We tried to chase after her to tell her we were sorry for Researcher YYYY's behavior, but we were too late. She had been gone. In her condition and how far into her pregnancy she was, under no circumstances should she have been running, but we were completely unable to stop her. She was gone, and before we knew it, there was nothing we could do. We really need to look into the background of this researcher. We fear they have been doing some dangerous, and possibly illegal experiments.
We don't know the nature of the details of what they might be up to, nor do we pry into their past, but should this continue, we plan to interfere. We cannot allow this researcher ruin anyone else's lives here within the New Federation. If they choose to continue, we will have no choice but to have them arrested. Malpractice is not welcome here in {redacted.}|
<Research Log Number One, Continued. The Perfect Specimen, born.>
|It is the twenty-seventh of the fourth month, and today, miss ZZZZ's child has been born. A healthy young boy with purple hair and hyena ears. But, we can't help but feel some sort of intense power from this infant. There is something else we noted when he opened his eyes. They seem to glow. What does this mean? We cannot surmise anything.
Researcher YYYY is quite thrilled. Referring to this child as the perfect specimen. We are struggling to come to a conclusion as to what they mean by this. What makes them the perfect specimen? We do choose to not ask them any inquiries. We, however, fear for the mother's safety. She has become more animalistic once again.
What do we do? We do not know. We are at a loss of how to handle this researcher and their strange fixation on marrying deoxyribonucleic acids together. This practice here in New Federation should be made illegal. But, this is not our call to make. It is for the corporation to decide. But for now, this is where our research log shall end. Burning this log is recommended. If I die, get rid of all the evidence of these accounts as adhered.}
<End of research log number one from XXXX.>
The threads of time keep moving.
A short, young adult male stared at his reflection in the water in front of him. Staring back at him had been a total stranger. The unknown face in front of him had long purple hair pulled into two low braids. Glowing mismatched purple and green eyes refracting across the water, a bright pink bow had been in the center of his bangs. Adorning pink moon shaped earrings, and a black and green floral warrior outfit, there had been some unusual things that did not make any sense to him.
On the top of his head had been hyena ears. Hands hyena paws as well, he could feel clouds storm inside his brain. Who was he? How did he get here? And, why couldn't he remember anything? But, that hadn't been the end of his bewilderment. Spotting a dragon mountain across the waves, the clouds grew thicker. What is this place?
The young clueless adult sat down beside a tree in the corner, staring at himself. Finding a gourd object on his back and a small bag, the missing puzzle pieces did not come together. Did he hit his head coming from somewhere? Where did he come from? Opening up the bag from behind him, two thick clouds disintegrated, in an instant.
He could remember his name at least, Siorc. And there was one other thing he could seem to recall. He was a warrior. Or, maybe those were just his guesses. He didn't know. It was hard to say; everything had been a blank slate in there. Locating a red covered diary within the bag, and a big two handed sword, he flipped the cover back. Perhaps, there had been something in there that could help him job his memory.
{Miss Cherry,
This is Siorc, hello again, diary, it is nice to see you again. I am writing in you to inform you that mother has gone too far, and I cannot take her any more. She says there is more people like me, more chimeras, but something along the lines of them being failures. As a warrior who has travelled through Huanglong and beyond, I am starting to suspect she is not really my mother.
And, so I think I will be leaving my mother behind. I know there are other chimeras out there, and I should find them. Mother always tells me I'm perfect, I don't need to seek out others like me, but diary, this leash she's put me on, I can't take it anymore. She let me be a warrior, and I am happy for that, do not get me wrong, but I'm suffocating. I need to get away from her.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
{Miss Cherry,
This Sentinel is too much, I don't think I can hang on anymore. If I die, I am sorry I cannot write in your pages again.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
Not finding any more entries in the diary, the hyena did not have any memories come back to him. Wait, hold on, so he was this chimera creature, and he was looking for other people like him? Reading everything over again, he had come to a few conclusions. Was this Huanglong? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Maybe he could ask some people around.
But, he had seen some diary entries in there saying the person he was before did not like speaking. He did not know why, but the warrior felt that made sense. What point would there be in talking? Whoever he had been before, he couldn't help but agree with such a point. Soon learning he had been in a place known as Frosting Harbor, a few people here had given him an account on what happened.
"We found you drifting the ocean from Mt. Firmament," some person said. "We didn't know if you were alive, or dead, so we left you on that island with the tree."
"You seem like you lost an intense battle," some other person said. "Do you remember anything, sir?"
Shaking his head, the chimera couldn't believe what he was hearing. These people found him drifting across the ocean? What was Mt. Firmament? Why didn't he remember anything? What was he doing there? Writing on a tiny piece of paper asking if either of them knew him, he could see the two shake their head.
"Nope, never seen you before," person one said. "If you are from Mt. Firmament, son, I'd turn back. You'll experience rapid aging if you are gone from there, too long."
"Yeah, young lad. We don't know if your boat sank, or something, but we think it is in your best interest to go back where you came from," the second person said. "Or else, you'll become old and grey in no time!"
Hearing the stranger's opinions, the hyena opened up the diary entry he had previous been reading. Shaking his head again, he knew. He couldn't go back to Mt. Firmament, whatever that was. These chimera people, whoever they were, he needed to go find them. Maybe, if he did, he would be able to recover his lost memories. He could weave the colored threads together of his lost past and make a rainbow. Writing down he has to go, the strangers shrugged.
"Well, if you want to, we ain't stopping you," person number one said.
"We suggest heading west and going to Jinzhou, though, there's a--" but as they said such, he could hear a beep. "Kid, your Pangu Terminal is ringing, answer it."
Placing the gourd in his hands, a strange projection of a young woman with low ringlets stood in front of him. He did not know why, but this girl seemed almost too familiar. Had he met her before? But, the chimera snapped himself out of it. Ah, what did he know? He didn't remember a thing. How could he say one way, or the other?
"Citizens of Jinzhou, I would like to advise you all to be very careful. There have been numerous reports of Tacet Discords in the area. Plan ahead with caution!"
Figure going away, the warrior's hyena ears rung. Tacet Discords, why did that name sound so familiar, too? He felt like it meant something, but what? Did it have something to do with him? But, the clouds wouldn't go away from his head. Maybe it did, but he knew, but he would need to weave more threads together for that before he could come to any sort of conclusion.
"Tacet Discords, huh?" person number one asked. "Be careful out there. You don't remember much right now, do you? You should go seek an audience with the Magistrate. She might know who you are."
Bowing a thank you, a small map had been handed to him, Jinzhou all the way in the west, he supposed he could head there through the Lollo Warehouse nearby. Would that be a good place to start? The journey to Jinzhou, maybe it would be a long one, but maybe when he met this Magistrate lady, he'd remember something.
Heading west, he could feel a lot more clouds fly into his head. That last entry in his diary, what did it mean? Who, or what is a Sentinel? Were they important? Why was he fighting them, were they one of those Tacet Discord things? He had so many questions, but not a single answer.
He could see a waterfall rushing in the corner as the warrior kept moving. Staring at his reflection in the water again, he couldn't help but think. So, he was this chimera thing. What did that mean? Maybe he'll meet some other along his journey to Jinzhou. That entry in the diary, his past self had he couldn't remember had been looking for them, too, right? Maybe, it would not hurt to try to continue that mission.
Going through the mountains, he had soon seen a rather peculiar battlefield nearby. He couldn't help but feel he had been here before, and fought countless battles in the past. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. He knew, the only way to find out was to connect the threads back together of his lost memories. But, how would he do that?
Curving off towards the battlefield, he had soon a very odd looking stranger. Standing in front of him had been a tall man with spiky silver hair. Scars on his face, and red, long trailing overcoat over his grey shirt, and baggy white pants, he could feel an intense aura coming from him. Too intense. Eyes soon on him, he had soon heard him laugh.
"A lost little white sheep," the scar faced man said, laughing. "A perfect specimen."
Backing away, the hyena couldn't wash away the dark vibes he had been getting from this person. Hold on now, what? Maybe he had made a mistake coming here. Person quickly proceeding to make further weird comments, he knew he would have to watch out for this person in his future travels, no matter what.
Seeing strange crown headed creatures with small looking tentacles the closer he got to the warehouse, the warrior wondered a little. Were these Tacet Discords? They soon chased after him as he tried to move along. How was he supposed to fight them? Taking out the two handed sword in the bag, the chimera huffed and puffed as they all perished.
Coming across rusted vehicles everywhere, the chimera struggled to understand. Was this world a wasteland? Abandoned, something else? Maybe he should write down what he has experienced in the red journal. Broken bridges, and everything in between, he did not know what to think about this place at all.
Gazing at the disheveled world around him, the warrior couldn't help but come up with some rather wild theories about the chaos left behind. Had Huanglong suffered some sort of apocalyptic event? Maybe it had, maybe it hadn't. He did not know, he could not recall. The clouds had gotten far too thick. Would they ever depart.
Reaching the Warehouse after a long walk, the hyena could see some strange looking facings lurking around the area. A trio, a group of three that stood out amongst the crowd. People with animalistic features that looked like him. He knew, he had to go over to them. Maybe they knew something. Maybe they knew him. He had to find out.
Patrolling the area had been a short young man with a slicked back bright strawberry red mohawk. He, for some reason or another, had pitch black frog eyes. Or so the warrior surmised. He did not know. What was a frog, anyway? Having bright red frog hands, and feet, and adorning dark skin, the boy had a white suit and blade behind him. He was getting some sort of vibe he was a warrior, too.
Next to him had been a tall adult man with short brown hair that had been held into a high ponytail. He had tan skin, and a sharp chin. For some reason, he had pitch black lizard eyes. Also adorning lizards hands, feet and a tail, he had a bright white suit similar to the other person next to him. Not having a weapon on him, the chimera couldn't help but feel confused. Was this person not a warrior?
In the center of the two had been a short young lady with bright orange hair pulled into twin drills. She had cat ears on the top of her head, and green translucent fairy wings. Also having cat paws, feet and a tail, she wore a pink dress with a very long skirt. Was she not some sort of warrior either? She did not seem like one, from the looks of it. Kitten pointing at his palm, she soon said something quite strange.
"You're a resonator, too, meow?" kitty girl asked.
Addressed with the word Resonator, the chimera wasn't sure he understood the question. What in the world was a resonator? For some reason, that term sounded familiar. But, why? The clouds kept on rolling in, however. Maybe it wasn't worth it trying to think too much about it. If he recalls, he recalls. Writing down what on a slip of paper, he turned it around.
"On your wrist you have a symbol on it, meow!" the kitty girl exclaimed. "Are you like us?" But, she had soon been interrupted by the lizard man.
"Ulka, calm down, don't jump down this guy's throat," the lizard man said, sighing.
"But, Olann, I think he's like us! Y'know a chimera, nya!" Ulka exclaimed.
"Okay, and?" the frog person asked.
"And, I think he might know something about our missing past, Gloine, meow!" Ulka cried.
"You're kidding, right? You expect a stranger to know more about us than we do?" Gloine asked. He then gazed at the stranger's palm. "Hmm, you're right though he is a resonator. This is going to be interesting." He then kneed the guy. "Hey, you, in the warrior clothes. Who are ya?"
Frog person named Gloine pointing at him, the warrior could not help but feel ants in his pants. But, he tried to keep it together. Hold on, these three, they had missing memories, too? Were they also chimeras? He had so many questions. Writing down all he wanted to ask, the cat girl made the first move.
"Oh, yeah, we're chimeras too, meow!" Ulka cried. "We don't know why, but we woke up a few months ago not really remembering anything! Maybe we all came from the same place, meow!" But, she had soon been interrupted.
"Sorry, she's a very enthusiastic kitty, as you can see," Olann said, sighing. "So, you don't remember anything about yourself, either? When did you wake up, and where?"
Question coming his way, the resonator wrote down he had woken up today by a harbor. Gazing at three peculiar faces, he wondered. Would his past self be thrilled to meet other people like him? Maybe he would have. But, that version of him had been stuck in the clouds. A doll that needed to be sewn back together.
"Hold up, today?" Gloine asked. "Where did you drift from?"
Writing down that he had apparently drifted from Mt. Firmament, the questions had begun rolling, adding an inquiry about where they all came from, he wondered if that would come off as rude. He didn't know these chimeras, and they didn't know him. Should he really be asking this question? Maybe he shouldn't. Maybe, he had gone too far.
"We, uh, I think we came from the Black Shores, meow," Ulka responded. "We don't know! That's what miss Yan----- told us, meow!" She purred as she said such. "You know, we're planning on heading to Taoyuan Vale! We think our lost memories might be there! Where are you headed, Mr. Ah, meow! What's your name?"
Hearing the trio had also been attempting to uncover their lost memories, the hyena wondered. Should he join them on their journey? But, the resonator shook his head. No, maybe not. But, perhaps he could after he went to Jinzhou. Writing that location down, and his name, he turned the sheet around. Frog person looking at his first, he minced words.
"Siorc, huh? You ain't much of a talker, huh?" Gloine asked. "We might be heading the Jinzhou later to talk to the Magistrate 'bout our last memories. So, perhaps we'll run into each other."
"But, be careful on the way to Jinzhou," Olann said. "There's a Tacet Discord outbreak there. But you should be fine, right? You're a Resonator like us." He then turned around. "Now, if you'll excuse us, We have somewhere we have to go. See you around."
Group of three leaving, the resonator attempted to process everything. But, his head had felt cloudy again. He could feel himself growing rather tired. He was thinking too deeply about all this. He had just woken up with no memories. Shouldn't he take this one step at a time? Maybe so. Moving off towards a grass field in the corner, he removed the bright red diary from the bag.
{Miss Cherry,
It's me again, Siorc. Although, I don't seem to remember anything. So, I am going to write into you with the intent of hopefully remembering my past in the future. So far, I have discovered I am a chimera. I drifted away from Mr. Firmament. I do not know if I am from there, nor do I know how or what I might have been doing there, but I feel like if I go on a journey to Jinzhou, I might recall my lost past.
I have decided to journey to the west. And, along the way, I met a strange man with a scar on his face. He referred to me as a white sheep. Which, I do not know. I will drum him up to be just a strange person. I do not think it is likely I will ever encounter him again. But, if I do, I shall proceed with caution.
In the warehouse, I met three people like me, chimeras. What is most odd about this, diary, is that they also do not seem to recall their past. I'm starting to wonder if we were all in the same place together and all had something happen to us that wiped our memories. But, they are heading off somewhere different from I. Will I see them again? I don't know.
Either way, I plan to weave these missing hued threads together to recall my past. And, I will make a rainbow. At least, I hope I can. These missing pieces, I will bring the puzzle back together, I fully intend to do so. But, will I like the person I used to be? Was I good, was I bad, was I evil? I don't know, but I hope to find out.
I'll weave these hued warrior threads back together, and make a beautiful rainbow.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
Putting the diary away, the hyena rolled up in a ball on the disheveled road in front of him. Why was he feeling so sleepy all of a sudden? Would he forget everything again when he woke up? Maybe he would. Maybe he'd have to start all over again, who knows? Dozing off, he could feel some thoughts repeating as his consciousness drifted out to see.
He needed to find out who he was, and soon.
I promise, these won't be any longer than 7,000 words, lol. Anyway, to anyone who read this, I hope you liked it.
These are not anthologies. And, this work might be different from what I usually write. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Thread One: Resonator Found Ashore
"Hello, I am.
Uh, who am, uh,
Huh, actually, I don't remember anything, at all.
Well, I do remember maybe
A tiny bit about who
I am or, I guess,
To be frank with my wording here,
Who I used to be. I woke up by some large bank of water
Having absolutely no clue
Of who I am, or who I
Am meant to be, I don't know, what happened to
Me. What could have happened to me?
I'm honestly not even sure
Of that, I don't quite
Remember much of anything, all I
Remember right now is that I
Am, no, was, a warrior,
To be honest, I don't know. I
Hardly can recall my name k
Eh, well, actually, that, I do
Remember, it's Siorc. Hmm
Why do I feel like my name doesn't match with
Anything in this area?
Since I heard someone say Huanglong. But,
I simply can't remember anything, so
You know, why am I bothering?
Okay, so, let me
Uh, begin by saying this from the start, I do not
Know whether I was a good,
Nor bad person
Or anything of the sort
What do I know, though?
I will have to go find
A few people and try to uncover
My past in it's entirety.
Should I start there?
That is probably
A good idea, I think if I am able to
Relearn who
I am, excuse me, was, I will
Not have my head in the clouds for too long.
Guess, it's worth
A try, right? If I go on
This journey, I
Might remember who I am!
Yeah, that sounds about
Right. If I do all that,
Everything will come back to me,
Flowing in like the river I
Literally found myself near!
Eh, well, maybe it's not that easy.
Can memories come back
That easily? Maybe not,
It cannot be that simple.
Of course, it is
Not that simple
It cannot possibly be.
No. It is far from
That simple, I don't know,
Honestly, how could I
Even go about
Weaving the threads of my past
All back together?
To be perfectly, I don't know where to
Even start. I don't
Recall anyone's names. I don't know
Anyone I can think of
Not a single person comes into my head. It's
Dark in there, very very empty.
If I can just weave these
Hued threads back together,
All will flow back to me! I
Very much know that
Everything will come back if I
Needle the thread
Over and over again.
It'll all come back,
Dumped in these wet paints,
Everything will flow back like
A river. There
Was a river next to me when I
Had come to.
One large river. And,
I will be honest
Since I don't know anything. I
Seem to be
This hyena creature?
Ah, well, only partially.
Right, so,
I don't have human ears, but I have
No snout, my hands aren't human. And, I have this
Gourd thing, and a symbol on my hand.
But, what does
Any of this mean?
Could these things be important? I don't
Know. I really don't know
Ah, I should go ahead and ask someone,
Though, I? Don't recall any names.
Maybe I should head over to that island
Eyeing me from the other side?
Wait, no, I am sensing some
Horrible danger, am I armed with anything?
You know, I think I feel something on my back.
Do I dare go ahead and
Open it? Alright, here
It goes, I am going to go ahead
Now. And, here goes it's
Open! Uh, wait, hold on
That's? It looks like, a two handed sword? It's
Really big, was I carrying this around?
Eh, it seems
Mighty heavy, too big for someone like me?
Eh, well, what I know? I have no
Memory of who I am.
Bet I could if lift it, but not right now,
Eh, well, I will
Resew this thread back in
At a later point,
Now's not the time,
Yes, that's right, now's not
The time to resew this
Hued thread back
Into the rainbow blanket.
Now, there is a question I am trying to
Gather inside my cloudy head. What am
I? And how
Did I get here like this?
Oh, I just I just don't know. I have
No idea if I'm even from here
Or if I came here from some other world,
Though, I guess I will
Ultimately one day remember everything and
No longer be this blank slate
Did anyone
Even know me in the past? Ah,
Right, right, that's the first question I
Should be asking myself
That first
And foremost I
Need to go and find people who
Did know me, I
Don't know why, but
I have this journal
Down inside this bag.
It has some names inside it!
Hmm, although, they aren't written
In all that neatly here,
That's bad, isn't it?
My handwriting might not be legible
Yikes, well, that's not a lead
Here, I guess I got what I
Expected and my expectations
Are just too high. I
Don't think I would have anticipated
My memory was going to disappear
And I would have left myself a doctrine,
Yeah, that? That would
Be quite crazy.
Eh, so I am
In square one, just some
Dumb little amnesiac,
I have no memories.
Don't know where
To start to weave the
Hued threads back together to get
A rainbow of memories.
Though, maybe if I
Wander the place, I will get
One memory back at a time.
Uh, well, I don't think that's
Likely the efficient thing to
Do, but what can I do?
Everything is a blur
XdjdDHYRSgjjj-- everything is a
Pool of blackness
Looking to go
Ahead and eat me alive
I cannot overcome this
Nebula inside me.
The black hole. This
Huge black hole
Eating my head. I have to clear the
Fog, and I need to do
One thing at a time,
Gather all inside me
I have lost, and proceed to
Never let it go again. It
Might be hard at first,
Yes, it will be difficult,
Horrible, a journey that won't be very
Easy, but when is
Anything ever easy? I have my
Doubts it would ever be that simple.
Does it have to be?
It doesn't. It
Doesn't have to be at all. Could
I have this big complicated past?
Don't know. Whoever I
Once was, horrible, good, bad, a
Saint or not, I am
Open to recalling all of
My memories.
Even if it
Turns out I am this
Horrible villain all bent
Into destruction, I
Need to recall that and
Go back to fix
The stuff I did in my past.
Of course, I don't think I did anything so horrible. I
Get this feeling I am an
Especially peaceful, person, hyena?
To be honest, the fog is too thick.
Huh, I don't know why but
Uh, there is something I do
Recall, at least partially,
Though, I'm probably wrong.
Hmm, alright
My instincts are telling
Me I used to know a lot about flora and
Plants? Or maybe I'm confused.
Eh, well, I guess, at least I
Recalled one tiny thing.
Hmm, but it's not
At all a useful tidbit.
Perhaps, I should
Start keeping a log of the things I remember.
Now, there's an idea?
Okay, I guess it's something I can
Try, but, let's be
Incredibly honest, will even bother to jot anything
Down? With how
Overly cloudy I'm feeling, I do
Not think I will
Open up my past me's journal
To do so. At least I don't
Feel like I am
Even going to bother.
Eh, well, what I should
Let myself focus on is
Heading to my next stop
Uh, but here's the thing, I don't
Remember any names of
The places around here.
So, where do start?
One, getting a map to figure out
Where I am. Two, maybe
Hiring a guide?
Eh, but who can I hire?
Really don't know, do people
Even act like guides
Around here? Mm, beats
Me. Who can
I even ask in regards to that?
Ah, well, I guess for
Now, I will just venture alone.
Don't have any ideas
Here, after all. Not a single
One, hmm, so I think I'm in the east, so should I go
West? North? South? I
Don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know, I
Don't y, I don't know,
I don't know, I should just,
Errr, go with my gut. This will go
Very poorly, won't it?
Eh, worth a try!
Not like I can do much else except
Go with my gut, right? I don't
Especially have any other ideas
To try, so that's
How I'm going about
Everything at the moment.
Right, go with my gut
Even though that's the wrong answer.
I'll just go with my gut, even though I
Don't recall anything!
Okay, so my gut says don't go
North! I don't think I will find even
One thing relating
To myself up north, I need to
Keep thinking about where I
Need to go,
Or just take a leap of faith!
West, maybe I'll go west,
Because most journeys are
Ultimately gone by going
To the west! Well, maybe
I'm just making up
Nonsense because I don't
Even remember anything!
Eh, yeah, because I
Don't remember anything, I am
Trinkling in quite
Overtly dumb a
Ridiculous thoughts to fill in
Every single gap
Left behind in the
Ever growing
Abyss that is this head of mine.
Right, well, first, I
Need to focus on
Weaving the threads back together, those
Hued strings. I'm sure
Once I do, once
I have sewn it
All back together, I will be
Me again, whoever I used to be.
Ah, actually, I am a little
Nervous, what if I
Don't like who I
Formerly was? What if I don't?
Ah, well, I guess I can
Simply just restart the
Threads of who
I used to be and become a new me.
For now, I am
Especially not worried about
Everything I once was.
Look, right now, I
Am really empty, it
Hardly matters who I
Ultimately used to be.
Guess it'll matter when
Everything returns to my head,
Part of my hopes I
Am at least a good person
Right, let's at least hope
That. That I'm not awful
Or evil, because if I am, I don't deserve a second chance.
For, if I am bad or evil, I
Might as well
End this second chance.
No, I don't
Even know if this is a second chance. I don't
Even know what happy, if I
Died, if I'm
Some reincarnation, I don't know any of
That, and I have no
Other ideas of who I might have
Been or how I
Even got here. So, I have to
Recover my memories.
Every single one
Cleared out
Of my head. I have a
Very difficult journey ahead of me.
Even if I was once a bad person, I
Really need to focus on getting
Everything back in order.
Don't know how long
It'll take, but I
Need to buckle down and
Focus, I absolutely have to focus.
Ultimately, I need to
Let myself go west, so
Let's go. Let this journey begin."
<Research Log Number One, the Perfect Specimen.>
<Researcher Name: XXXXXX>
|A flame blazed brightly in a lab room in an unknown location. In the room had been a middle aged female with long purple hair that went down to about her waist. She looked incredibly tired, bags acutely visible. She had entered Researcher YYYYY's laboratory. Our researcher, YYYY recently seems to have dyed her hair purple as well. It is not known at this time if it might be out of obsession, or something worse.
Their current person of interest is very heavily visibly pregnant. This is a reason for concern for us researchers. We fear Mx. YYYYY is taking advantage of this woman during a time in which she should be preparing herself for her newborn child that could come at any day now. But, there is another reason we feel the need to write this log.
This woman has hyena ears. While this is not really a reason to be alarmed, we believe our fellow researcher might have something to do with this. They are always mentioning the strangest phrases. Chimera, the perfect specimen. This has been going on for somewhere around fourteen years now. And, in this time frame, we have been told this purple haired woman has slowly gained more hyena traits, at an alarming rate. We suspect it is malpractice.
Here are some of the recorded audio logs of the most recent session that we think people should be made aware of before working together with Researcher YYYY:|
<YYYY: Hello, my precious favorite! How's my perfect chimera doing inside you today?>
<The mother: Well. But, miss, I would like to ask you something.>
<YYYY: Ask away, my lovely favorite, I'll answer all you questions, any you have, my precious.>
<The mother: Will this be the last one?>
<YYYY: Sorry, come again?>
<The mother: You heard me.>
<YYYY: Sorry, sorry, could you repeat that one more time, my precious little favorite?>
<The mother: I'll say it again since you refuse to listen to me. Will this be the last one? I'm tired of making children for you. Last time I gave birth, you said the same thing. This child isn't the perfect specimen, get rid of it. This is our fourth attempt. I'm starting to get less fertile. If this child isn't 'the perfect chimera' I'm stopping this experiment. I'm done being your little plaything. I'm almost forty. Look what you've turned me into. Look what you've turned all my children into with your experiments. I'm done with you!>
<YYYY: Oh, you don't mean that, sweetie. Please calm down, it's pregnancy mood swings talking.>
<The mother: No, it isn't.>
<YYYY: But, it is, darling! And that little son inside you that you're growing in your womb, he's absolutely perfect. The peak specimen. Do you understand? The ultimate chimera!>
<The mother: {rage building in her voice.} You said that to all the other mothers, too, I know you did. They would be the perfect chimera, the ultimate specimen. But, in the end, each time you always take it back. I'm tired of it. This time, if you deem my fourth imperfect, I'm closing up shop. Do you understand, YYYY, I'm done letting you take advantage of me. Look what you've done to me, and so many others.>
<YYYY: Sweetie, what are you saying? I'm telling you this one is the one, the perfect specimen. All those other twenty nine were mistakes! Phonies! Mishaps! But this one, they're special, understand? Absolutely a special little boy!>
<The mother: {screaming in a high pitched tone.} I've had enough of this conversation, YYYY. I know you don't mean it. You'll tell me the child is imperfect, not a good enough chimera. You know, my three because of you, I never get to see them. And that man who you paired me with? Each time, he's left me. This is all your fault. I can't have a stable love life, because of you. Because of how I look. Don't you care?>
<YYYY: {Their hand caressed the mother's cheek.} You don't need those failures of men in your life, sweetie. You only need me. I'm the only one who loves you, after all. You know that, don't you? That the only one who could love a freak like you is me.> {They touched the woman's belly as they went on with their ramble.} <YYYY: Precious little Siorc, my precious perfect specimen. The perfect chimera. Be born healthily, okay?}
|The woman left screaming after this. We tried to chase after her to tell her we were sorry for Researcher YYYY's behavior, but we were too late. She had been gone. In her condition and how far into her pregnancy she was, under no circumstances should she have been running, but we were completely unable to stop her. She was gone, and before we knew it, there was nothing we could do. We really need to look into the background of this researcher. We fear they have been doing some dangerous, and possibly illegal experiments.
We don't know the nature of the details of what they might be up to, nor do we pry into their past, but should this continue, we plan to interfere. We cannot allow this researcher ruin anyone else's lives here within the New Federation. If they choose to continue, we will have no choice but to have them arrested. Malpractice is not welcome here in {redacted.}|
<Research Log Number One, Continued. The Perfect Specimen, born.>
|It is the twenty-seventh of the fourth month, and today, miss ZZZZ's child has been born. A healthy young boy with purple hair and hyena ears. But, we can't help but feel some sort of intense power from this infant. There is something else we noted when he opened his eyes. They seem to glow. What does this mean? We cannot surmise anything.
Researcher YYYY is quite thrilled. Referring to this child as the perfect specimen. We are struggling to come to a conclusion as to what they mean by this. What makes them the perfect specimen? We do choose to not ask them any inquiries. We, however, fear for the mother's safety. She has become more animalistic once again.
What do we do? We do not know. We are at a loss of how to handle this researcher and their strange fixation on marrying deoxyribonucleic acids together. This practice here in New Federation should be made illegal. But, this is not our call to make. It is for the corporation to decide. But for now, this is where our research log shall end. Burning this log is recommended. If I die, get rid of all the evidence of these accounts as adhered.}
<End of research log number one from XXXX.>
The threads of time keep moving.
A short, young adult male stared at his reflection in the water in front of him. Staring back at him had been a total stranger. The unknown face in front of him had long purple hair pulled into two low braids. Glowing mismatched purple and green eyes refracting across the water, a bright pink bow had been in the center of his bangs. Adorning pink moon shaped earrings, and a black and green floral warrior outfit, there had been some unusual things that did not make any sense to him.
On the top of his head had been hyena ears. Hands hyena paws as well, he could feel clouds storm inside his brain. Who was he? How did he get here? And, why couldn't he remember anything? But, that hadn't been the end of his bewilderment. Spotting a dragon mountain across the waves, the clouds grew thicker. What is this place?
The young clueless adult sat down beside a tree in the corner, staring at himself. Finding a gourd object on his back and a small bag, the missing puzzle pieces did not come together. Did he hit his head coming from somewhere? Where did he come from? Opening up the bag from behind him, two thick clouds disintegrated, in an instant.
He could remember his name at least, Siorc. And there was one other thing he could seem to recall. He was a warrior. Or, maybe those were just his guesses. He didn't know. It was hard to say; everything had been a blank slate in there. Locating a red covered diary within the bag, and a big two handed sword, he flipped the cover back. Perhaps, there had been something in there that could help him job his memory.
{Miss Cherry,
This is Siorc, hello again, diary, it is nice to see you again. I am writing in you to inform you that mother has gone too far, and I cannot take her any more. She says there is more people like me, more chimeras, but something along the lines of them being failures. As a warrior who has travelled through Huanglong and beyond, I am starting to suspect she is not really my mother.
And, so I think I will be leaving my mother behind. I know there are other chimeras out there, and I should find them. Mother always tells me I'm perfect, I don't need to seek out others like me, but diary, this leash she's put me on, I can't take it anymore. She let me be a warrior, and I am happy for that, do not get me wrong, but I'm suffocating. I need to get away from her.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
{Miss Cherry,
This Sentinel is too much, I don't think I can hang on anymore. If I die, I am sorry I cannot write in your pages again.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
Not finding any more entries in the diary, the hyena did not have any memories come back to him. Wait, hold on, so he was this chimera creature, and he was looking for other people like him? Reading everything over again, he had come to a few conclusions. Was this Huanglong? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Maybe he could ask some people around.
But, he had seen some diary entries in there saying the person he was before did not like speaking. He did not know why, but the warrior felt that made sense. What point would there be in talking? Whoever he had been before, he couldn't help but agree with such a point. Soon learning he had been in a place known as Frosting Harbor, a few people here had given him an account on what happened.
"We found you drifting the ocean from Mt. Firmament," some person said. "We didn't know if you were alive, or dead, so we left you on that island with the tree."
"You seem like you lost an intense battle," some other person said. "Do you remember anything, sir?"
Shaking his head, the chimera couldn't believe what he was hearing. These people found him drifting across the ocean? What was Mt. Firmament? Why didn't he remember anything? What was he doing there? Writing on a tiny piece of paper asking if either of them knew him, he could see the two shake their head.
"Nope, never seen you before," person one said. "If you are from Mt. Firmament, son, I'd turn back. You'll experience rapid aging if you are gone from there, too long."
"Yeah, young lad. We don't know if your boat sank, or something, but we think it is in your best interest to go back where you came from," the second person said. "Or else, you'll become old and grey in no time!"
Hearing the stranger's opinions, the hyena opened up the diary entry he had previous been reading. Shaking his head again, he knew. He couldn't go back to Mt. Firmament, whatever that was. These chimera people, whoever they were, he needed to go find them. Maybe, if he did, he would be able to recover his lost memories. He could weave the colored threads together of his lost past and make a rainbow. Writing down he has to go, the strangers shrugged.
"Well, if you want to, we ain't stopping you," person number one said.
"We suggest heading west and going to Jinzhou, though, there's a--" but as they said such, he could hear a beep. "Kid, your Pangu Terminal is ringing, answer it."
Placing the gourd in his hands, a strange projection of a young woman with low ringlets stood in front of him. He did not know why, but this girl seemed almost too familiar. Had he met her before? But, the chimera snapped himself out of it. Ah, what did he know? He didn't remember a thing. How could he say one way, or the other?
"Citizens of Jinzhou, I would like to advise you all to be very careful. There have been numerous reports of Tacet Discords in the area. Plan ahead with caution!"
Figure going away, the warrior's hyena ears rung. Tacet Discords, why did that name sound so familiar, too? He felt like it meant something, but what? Did it have something to do with him? But, the clouds wouldn't go away from his head. Maybe it did, but he knew, but he would need to weave more threads together for that before he could come to any sort of conclusion.
"Tacet Discords, huh?" person number one asked. "Be careful out there. You don't remember much right now, do you? You should go seek an audience with the Magistrate. She might know who you are."
Bowing a thank you, a small map had been handed to him, Jinzhou all the way in the west, he supposed he could head there through the Lollo Warehouse nearby. Would that be a good place to start? The journey to Jinzhou, maybe it would be a long one, but maybe when he met this Magistrate lady, he'd remember something.
Heading west, he could feel a lot more clouds fly into his head. That last entry in his diary, what did it mean? Who, or what is a Sentinel? Were they important? Why was he fighting them, were they one of those Tacet Discord things? He had so many questions, but not a single answer.
He could see a waterfall rushing in the corner as the warrior kept moving. Staring at his reflection in the water again, he couldn't help but think. So, he was this chimera thing. What did that mean? Maybe he'll meet some other along his journey to Jinzhou. That entry in the diary, his past self had he couldn't remember had been looking for them, too, right? Maybe, it would not hurt to try to continue that mission.
Going through the mountains, he had soon seen a rather peculiar battlefield nearby. He couldn't help but feel he had been here before, and fought countless battles in the past. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. He knew, the only way to find out was to connect the threads back together of his lost memories. But, how would he do that?
Curving off towards the battlefield, he had soon a very odd looking stranger. Standing in front of him had been a tall man with spiky silver hair. Scars on his face, and red, long trailing overcoat over his grey shirt, and baggy white pants, he could feel an intense aura coming from him. Too intense. Eyes soon on him, he had soon heard him laugh.
"A lost little white sheep," the scar faced man said, laughing. "A perfect specimen."
Backing away, the hyena couldn't wash away the dark vibes he had been getting from this person. Hold on now, what? Maybe he had made a mistake coming here. Person quickly proceeding to make further weird comments, he knew he would have to watch out for this person in his future travels, no matter what.
Seeing strange crown headed creatures with small looking tentacles the closer he got to the warehouse, the warrior wondered a little. Were these Tacet Discords? They soon chased after him as he tried to move along. How was he supposed to fight them? Taking out the two handed sword in the bag, the chimera huffed and puffed as they all perished.
Coming across rusted vehicles everywhere, the chimera struggled to understand. Was this world a wasteland? Abandoned, something else? Maybe he should write down what he has experienced in the red journal. Broken bridges, and everything in between, he did not know what to think about this place at all.
Gazing at the disheveled world around him, the warrior couldn't help but come up with some rather wild theories about the chaos left behind. Had Huanglong suffered some sort of apocalyptic event? Maybe it had, maybe it hadn't. He did not know, he could not recall. The clouds had gotten far too thick. Would they ever depart.
Reaching the Warehouse after a long walk, the hyena could see some strange looking facings lurking around the area. A trio, a group of three that stood out amongst the crowd. People with animalistic features that looked like him. He knew, he had to go over to them. Maybe they knew something. Maybe they knew him. He had to find out.
Patrolling the area had been a short young man with a slicked back bright strawberry red mohawk. He, for some reason or another, had pitch black frog eyes. Or so the warrior surmised. He did not know. What was a frog, anyway? Having bright red frog hands, and feet, and adorning dark skin, the boy had a white suit and blade behind him. He was getting some sort of vibe he was a warrior, too.
Next to him had been a tall adult man with short brown hair that had been held into a high ponytail. He had tan skin, and a sharp chin. For some reason, he had pitch black lizard eyes. Also adorning lizards hands, feet and a tail, he had a bright white suit similar to the other person next to him. Not having a weapon on him, the chimera couldn't help but feel confused. Was this person not a warrior?
In the center of the two had been a short young lady with bright orange hair pulled into twin drills. She had cat ears on the top of her head, and green translucent fairy wings. Also having cat paws, feet and a tail, she wore a pink dress with a very long skirt. Was she not some sort of warrior either? She did not seem like one, from the looks of it. Kitten pointing at his palm, she soon said something quite strange.
"You're a resonator, too, meow?" kitty girl asked.
Addressed with the word Resonator, the chimera wasn't sure he understood the question. What in the world was a resonator? For some reason, that term sounded familiar. But, why? The clouds kept on rolling in, however. Maybe it wasn't worth it trying to think too much about it. If he recalls, he recalls. Writing down what on a slip of paper, he turned it around.
"On your wrist you have a symbol on it, meow!" the kitty girl exclaimed. "Are you like us?" But, she had soon been interrupted by the lizard man.
"Ulka, calm down, don't jump down this guy's throat," the lizard man said, sighing.
"But, Olann, I think he's like us! Y'know a chimera, nya!" Ulka exclaimed.
"Okay, and?" the frog person asked.
"And, I think he might know something about our missing past, Gloine, meow!" Ulka cried.
"You're kidding, right? You expect a stranger to know more about us than we do?" Gloine asked. He then gazed at the stranger's palm. "Hmm, you're right though he is a resonator. This is going to be interesting." He then kneed the guy. "Hey, you, in the warrior clothes. Who are ya?"
Frog person named Gloine pointing at him, the warrior could not help but feel ants in his pants. But, he tried to keep it together. Hold on, these three, they had missing memories, too? Were they also chimeras? He had so many questions. Writing down all he wanted to ask, the cat girl made the first move.
"Oh, yeah, we're chimeras too, meow!" Ulka cried. "We don't know why, but we woke up a few months ago not really remembering anything! Maybe we all came from the same place, meow!" But, she had soon been interrupted.
"Sorry, she's a very enthusiastic kitty, as you can see," Olann said, sighing. "So, you don't remember anything about yourself, either? When did you wake up, and where?"
Question coming his way, the resonator wrote down he had woken up today by a harbor. Gazing at three peculiar faces, he wondered. Would his past self be thrilled to meet other people like him? Maybe he would have. But, that version of him had been stuck in the clouds. A doll that needed to be sewn back together.
"Hold up, today?" Gloine asked. "Where did you drift from?"
Writing down that he had apparently drifted from Mt. Firmament, the questions had begun rolling, adding an inquiry about where they all came from, he wondered if that would come off as rude. He didn't know these chimeras, and they didn't know him. Should he really be asking this question? Maybe he shouldn't. Maybe, he had gone too far.
"We, uh, I think we came from the Black Shores, meow," Ulka responded. "We don't know! That's what miss Yan----- told us, meow!" She purred as she said such. "You know, we're planning on heading to Taoyuan Vale! We think our lost memories might be there! Where are you headed, Mr. Ah, meow! What's your name?"
Hearing the trio had also been attempting to uncover their lost memories, the hyena wondered. Should he join them on their journey? But, the resonator shook his head. No, maybe not. But, perhaps he could after he went to Jinzhou. Writing that location down, and his name, he turned the sheet around. Frog person looking at his first, he minced words.
"Siorc, huh? You ain't much of a talker, huh?" Gloine asked. "We might be heading the Jinzhou later to talk to the Magistrate 'bout our last memories. So, perhaps we'll run into each other."
"But, be careful on the way to Jinzhou," Olann said. "There's a Tacet Discord outbreak there. But you should be fine, right? You're a Resonator like us." He then turned around. "Now, if you'll excuse us, We have somewhere we have to go. See you around."
Group of three leaving, the resonator attempted to process everything. But, his head had felt cloudy again. He could feel himself growing rather tired. He was thinking too deeply about all this. He had just woken up with no memories. Shouldn't he take this one step at a time? Maybe so. Moving off towards a grass field in the corner, he removed the bright red diary from the bag.
{Miss Cherry,
It's me again, Siorc. Although, I don't seem to remember anything. So, I am going to write into you with the intent of hopefully remembering my past in the future. So far, I have discovered I am a chimera. I drifted away from Mr. Firmament. I do not know if I am from there, nor do I know how or what I might have been doing there, but I feel like if I go on a journey to Jinzhou, I might recall my lost past.
I have decided to journey to the west. And, along the way, I met a strange man with a scar on his face. He referred to me as a white sheep. Which, I do not know. I will drum him up to be just a strange person. I do not think it is likely I will ever encounter him again. But, if I do, I shall proceed with caution.
In the warehouse, I met three people like me, chimeras. What is most odd about this, diary, is that they also do not seem to recall their past. I'm starting to wonder if we were all in the same place together and all had something happen to us that wiped our memories. But, they are heading off somewhere different from I. Will I see them again? I don't know.
Either way, I plan to weave these missing hued threads together to recall my past. And, I will make a rainbow. At least, I hope I can. These missing pieces, I will bring the puzzle back together, I fully intend to do so. But, will I like the person I used to be? Was I good, was I bad, was I evil? I don't know, but I hope to find out.
I'll weave these hued warrior threads back together, and make a beautiful rainbow.
Goodbye,
Siorc.}
Putting the diary away, the hyena rolled up in a ball on the disheveled road in front of him. Why was he feeling so sleepy all of a sudden? Would he forget everything again when he woke up? Maybe he would. Maybe he'd have to start all over again, who knows? Dozing off, he could feel some thoughts repeating as his consciousness drifted out to see.
He needed to find out who he was, and soon.
I promise, these won't be any longer than 7,000 words, lol. Anyway, to anyone who read this, I hope you liked it.
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