HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME

[unstill_life]

[ you have been here long enough

a long hallway, somewhere on the second level, stretches out in front of you. it is dark, but glowing crystals on the ceiling light your way and then extinguish when you move past them. with their light you can see that suits of armor line the halls. water runs along the floor, the current pouring against you, but it does not make you wet and it is not enough to hamper your step.

the only thing you can see through the darkness is a set of golden doors at the end of the hallway. you're almost there. ]

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[cattack]

[Water, crystals, and armor... This all seems too familiar. Without even pausing to think, on pure instinct, she's going to break into a sprint and run for that door.]

[unstill_life]

[ the water does not stop you -- and when you draw closer you can see it's coming from the gap underneath the door, bubbling forth.

the doors look heavy but not impossibly so. ]

[cattack]

[There is a time for subtlety, and this is not it. Also, really damn strong.

She's going to put all her strength into throwing the doors wide open. No point in trying to be sneaky.]

[unstill_life]

[ THE DOOR --





does not open, woops, no matter how much of your strength you put behind it. you don't need strength for this, you need something else. a wish. your desire. ]

[cattack]

[She stops, feeling that need for her wish. Her wish is simple: She has a world to save. A world that lost its support, the god that kept it existing slain by her own hand... She needs to save that world, to allow it to exist still, to keep going peacefully now that their god that would destroy it is gone.]

[unstill_life]

[ the door swings open.

it's dark, but you can still see the faint outlines of tables. the only well-let item is a stone pedestal in the center of the room. sunken into it is a finely-made sword of crystal. ]

[cattack]

[And she recognizes that sword, as much as she may not want to. That sword... If there's anything that can save everyone, anything at all that has the power she seeks, it is that sword.

She approaches it, placing a hand on its hilt, and pulls.]

[unstill_life]

[ the sword throbs in her hand as if with an energy that's been released all at once, the sword leaving the stone with the a smooth, scraping sound.

as she pulls she can feels the details of her life fill in, any spare gaps or bridges of her memories suddenly clear as day. it's not like the normal regain, where she experiences it all again at once; rather they slide comfortably into place as if they had been there all long, not overwhelming. ]

[cattack]

[Oh. So that's why all that happened- Why she needs so desperately to get back-There are people waiting for her.

She stares at the sword a moment longer, as if expecting it to give her answers on what to do now.]

[unstill_life]

[ the sword, unfortunately, does not respond. what it does give is a feeling of inevitability -- you're so close to the end of your story here, soon you can return, but --




before anything else can happen you wake up, the feeling of cold crystal still in your palm but the sword is gone, and you're back in your room. but you know the way, even without the water and the suits of armor. you know if you head out now you can find that door again, and your wish inside. ]