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The art on this Handi-Book edition of Edward Ronn's, née Edward S. Aarons' 1950 thriller Dark Memory was painted by Mike Privitello.
(Dymphna, Damhnait)
Dark Memory by Aleksander Karcz
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black bird - Indra
@merakielysium | Black Bird | accepting
The ever so stoic expression of the war chief softened as the memory was called back to her. “I love my daughter.”
When Gaia was born Indra swore there was no other day that filled her with such joy. She remembered the infant’s tiny little hands curling around her finger, crying out into the strange, new world. Indra had sworn to protect her, to raise her to seize life by the throat if need be. To never yield when the odds where in another’s favor. She would mother a warrior.
In the beginning, Gaia showed great promise. Like her mother, she was strong willed and moved to the beat of her own drum. Indra believed if she kept up her training, she would bring glory to their clan and the coalition. But then, in her later years, Gaia’s desire to study spirituality outweighed her desire to fight. She preferred sacred texts over the sword and even expressed her wish to become a scout for the flame keeper. How she felt this was her duty. The war chief had always been skeptical of the faith, keeping those traditions at arm’s length. But her daughter was drawn to them and she couldn’t understand why. Gaia had all the makings of a leader – one day, Indra could see her child taking her rightful place as a Trikru war chief. But this was not a destiny Gaia had any intentions of fulfilling.
“Then you are no daughter of mine.” The woman remembered the icy words spoken and then looking down on her child with harsh disappointment. It was the same night Gaia had packed her things, ready to lead a life dedicated to the sacred flame. Once dawn broke she would be on her way to Polis to train. The girl remained strong, if any tears were shed her mother had not seen them. Though she did feel as though a part of Gaia faded away when she left the woods. Little did Indra know her young one would become a warrior, just not in the traditional sense.
Back in the present, Indra watched over her sleeping daughter. In those silent moments she could recall her child’s first steps, even her first word. ‘Sora’ meaning ‘bird.’ Gaia had always loved looking up into the sky, and maybe with the help of Abby, Jackson and Niylah she would once more. Indra could only hope and pray that the gods would not be so cruel as to take away another chance for her to mend things with her child. Her biggest regret was sending Gaia away with the belief her mother no longer loved or cared for her.
Sebab begitulah memori:
Ia datang begitu saja, tanpa dipanggil, tanpa diminta, dan ia meliputi, menyentuh, kadang menusuk.
wake up - tinystarlightwanderer //because why not :D
Flashback meme
tinystarlightwanderer
A flutter from Ventus's heart found its way to Vanitas. A fleeting glimpse of joy from a body that was once his. Overcome with jealousy and hatred a torrent of unversed took form. Vanitas slashed and swung, a fresh wave of agony overtaking him with each blow. Before long he was unable to breathe. Unable to see or hear anything but his own weakness and the rushing of blood in his ears.
"Very good," came the voice of the Master. Undoubtedly returning to test his will by using Vanitas to sharpen his blade once more. Instinctively he held up an arm to defend, unaware of the consequence until small hands on his shoulders snapped him back to the present. Reality came into focus. Amber eyes alight with terror. Keyblade mere inches away from Levina's face. "Lev," he breathed. He tossed the weapon away, the metal clattering to the ground and disappearing in shards of darkness.
Vanitas dropped his arm to edge backward. He slid across the sand, trying in vain to steady his trembling breaths and pounding heart.
