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“I hadn’t lifted my face to the sky in so many years that I almost forgot it was there,” Carmen murmured, her voice carrying the weight of a hidden melancholy. It was as if the sigh that trembled at the edge of her lips had been her only companion in a solitude that stretched beyond memory. Simultaneously, her hands clung to the garden hoe in front of her, dragging it through the dark, fertile soil with renewed vigor.
Starter | @fragmentmemories | Xochi
@fragmentmemories | starter call
When he first hears the rustle of activity down past the old spruce, he figures that perhaps it is a deer, or maybe a hare. His little homestead is hardly visible through the density of the trees that form these woods, and that's just how he likes it. Of course, that also means that he must leave his home in order see what animal comes to seek him out. Today he brings a sack of meat with him — there was a wolf here yesterday he is trying to win the affection of.
He is clearly caught off guard to find a person there, judging by the way he halts in his step. Is she gathering herbs...? They meet eyes, and Fannar takes a step back, suddenly looking embarrassed.
"Ah... Hello — S-sorry, I was... I thought you were an animal."
Fragments of heart
The hurt was visible in your eyes
Somewhere it killed me inside .
Maybe I presented myself as indifferent,
But heaviness in my chest was apparent.
Both didn't let go of their pride ,
So feelings had to hide.
You were stoic,
I was condemned,
That's how this story ends.
💜💙 !
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
A fragment of a forgotten memory.
“Why are you still so weak, Shallot?
He was laying on the dirt. One again, the loser in another sparring match. He looks up, seeing his identical reflection looking down on him with a confident smirk. He was holding his hand down to him
The young Saiyan takes it and his pulled up by his brother. “Damn it..” He mutters, gritted his teeth and jerking his hand back. Frustration is bubbling in the back of his throat.
Yes, why? Why was he still falling behind him? He was the starry-eyed, energetic one. Yet he was always failing to overcome his brother in combat, even in the friendliest of terms.
“Come on, let’s get back home. Supper should be on soon..” He turns his head in the direction of their family home. There wasn’t much time left for them there after all, by the time after the harvest the pair would be journeying off to the Capital for their rite of joining the military as warriors.
“I’ll...catch up with you. I need to clear my head..”
He wanders off in the opposite direction. He had to go where he could be alone and process this failure. To that special spot, only known to both brothers. A tree, scratched and broken apart by years of scrappy young boys climbing and playing on it.
Sitting in the highest branch, he watches the sunset. He could feel it in his bones, the days of their youth would be behind them soon. He was excited, yes, of course! This was his idea and he was one of the most passionate members of their household of finally leave their humble farmlands and travel to the Capital to finally make something of himself. But how could he be so excited if he was going to remain so...unremarkable. So weak and under performing to his expectations.
“Are you going to mope all night?” Taken by surprise and nearly falling out of the tree, the young Saiyan is greeted by the sudden appearance from below of his twin. “Mother said to come get you before supper gets cold. What’re you doing?”
He scowled, like an irritated primate perches himself on the thick tree branch and leers down at his sibling.
“...Just thinking..”
“You think?”
“Shut up!”
His brother sighs, floating up to where his brother sat and leaned against the trunk of the tree. “It’s alright to be frustrated. I’d be if I was so weak--”
“You don’t have to say it like that! If this is your way to make me feel better then it sucks.”
He laughs, “I’m sorry. This kind of stuff is not my strong suit. But, what I’m trying to say is you will get stronger. You’re one of the hardest working guys I know. And I can’t wait for the day that we’re able to have an amazing fight as equals.”
“And I can’t wait for the day I finally get to kick your butt. Seeing you eat dirt, now that’ll be satisfying.”
“If the Gods will it, then it shall be so.”
He narrows his eyes at his twin, “Again with that crap? You’ve been listening to the elders too much. Those geezers are senile.”
“Is it so wrong to have something to believe in? Especially in this world of ours with conflict everyday. It gets tiresome after a while, hearing and seeing the aftermath of these idiotic wars. Those blind, war-hungry fools...There’s no balance! No matter how old King Sadala tries to force peace. It’s not the Saiyan way. There’s no balance, no equilibrium of power.”
“Then, when we’re elite soldiers in the army, let’s work on bringing peace and order to Sadala. I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.” He offers a hand to his brother.
He smirks, firmly grasping his brother’s hand.
“It’s a promise...”
♚ - a memory of something paranormal
A fragment of a lost memory.
Two brothers, identical twin boys still in the thresholds of their boyhoods are visiting somewhere they shouldn’t be.
A long thought to be sacred sight. The crater where the First Legendary Super Saiyan became a man…and where he drew his last breaths as a mortal.
It was at the crossroad borders where the territorial lines of every major Sadalan tribe met. It was used for as a place for diplomacy and assembly before the Saiyan’s youngest son sought to build a kingdom and himself as King of all Saiyans. After that Saiyan’s death, it was used as a place of pilgrimage, where young Saiyan warriors would travel and meditate and train before it. More zealous Saiyans would even pray for the Legend’s blessing and presence to be known to them.
But he never came. And his legacy soon turned to legend.
As time moved forward and Saiyan sensibilities and beliefs became more self-actualized, the crater became nothing more than a place of fairy tales and ghost stories. Insolent Saiyans would frequent the area in drunken stupors to disrespect and defile the once thought to be holy crater.
On a camping trip with their father, these two boys decided to walk-off the beaten path and find that place that was used as no more than a resting place of a long lost Legend’s legacy.
A large stone tablet written in the ancient Saiyan alphabet stood as a grave marker. The twins were still learning how to read from their parents so they couldn’t make out most what it said. Like all curious and foolish children they climbed and hung off the marker.
“I can read some of it,” one of the hanging twins squinted against the night sky. “I can make out ‘Saiyan’, ‘warrior’, ‘rage’, and Sadala’.”
His brother laughed, hanging upside down by his legs.
“You boys have no respect for the dead.”
The twins fell off the marker in shock. Both got on their knees and looked up expecting to see their very pissed off father. Instead they saw a giant figure, cloaked by the shadows of the night.
He was huge! Both boys gulped as he stepped closer and slid down the crater closer to them. He had to be bigger than even a Mountain Saiyan! He was shrouded in darkness and maybe a cloak, these two terrified identical younglings couldn’t identify who he was and held on to each other in fear.
“P-Please don’t tell our Father! He’ll kill us for being up so late–
“–and for running off and playing!”
The giant let out a deep, heart guffaw that one could feel came from the belly.
“What’s that laugh for?” one twin stepped forward holding out his fists with will to challenge a being four times his size and hundred times his weight. The other twin protested, holding him back by the back of his chest piece.
With one enormous hand he picked the two brothers up by the scruffs of their shirts and tossed them out of the steep crater. The boys turned to see the stranger still inside.
“You boys both got some guts playing around here. But I can smell your fighting spirits from all the way in there. Saiyan kids with good heads on their shoulders like you two don’t come around often. It seems every generation the Saiyans’ attitudes are getting lousier. Now git’ boys, before I really give you both a thrashing.”
“Screw you old man!”
“Yeah! We’re not scared of you.”
“Oh yeah?” The figure zoomed straight up from the crater. Yellowish-green energy surrounded the giant as he grinned a wide toothy smile. “You boys scared of ghosts?”
“N-no…!”
“I-It can’t be! Liar! He’s not real!”
“I-It’s the–”
“–Legendary Super Saiyan!”
The twins ran as fast as their feet would take them. Behind them they could hear the mad ghastly laugh of a specter. One twin looked back and saw an eerie green flame flicker out and disappear into the grave marker. He went pale and felt bile building in the back of his throat.
They ran blindly until they found their father’s camp. Not caring of the consequences they jumped on to their father and sobbed wildly, claiming they encountered a real ghost. Their father didn’t believe them and told them they had a shared nightmare again. Even their pants were wet as proof. Poor boys, embarrassed and terrified, neither one of them wanted to sleep for the rest of that trip.
↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened
A fragment of a lost memory…?
Blood. The smell of blood reeks through the Wastelands. This wasn’t a battle, it was a massacre.
A lone warrior stares up at his identical twin. His cloak, as red as the blood that stains the sands of Sadala flapped in the wind. He stares down menacingly at his weak, pathetic, doppelganger who was still struggling after all this time.
“..why..?” The dying fool asked dryly, spitting out a mixture of blood, phlegm and sand.
“To restore balance to this corrupted world. Everything must be cleansed. Even you. Even me. This planet will die and so will most of its inhabitants. He will be the one who will purge the universe of weakness and restore order. And I will be the tool to clean this universe of the tainted and defeated.”
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH MY BACK! WE’RE BROTHERS!”
The red hooded Saiyan matched burning glares with his look-alike. Same face, same burning desire to kill what was in front of him. He held out his hand to vaporize what was left of the past. To make way for the future.
Only divine intervention halted necessary progress. And that needed to be cleansed as well, it seems.
💟- Wildcard!!!
(A memory of his father.)
A fragment of a lost memory.
Two brothers, identical twins, are spending time with their father. It’s not for the usual reasons, however. The atmosphere is awkward and uncomfortable to say the least. The only times they’ve spent long periods of time with their father were during training sessions, chores that were particular to tending to his farm, and family dinner.
Most of the time their father kept to himself whether it was going to market by himself (he very rarely took them to town, only by their mother’s request to) or going hunting. He was a very solitary man, the more perceptive brother concluded. He was quiet and strict, only opening up and tentatively wearing his heart on his sleeve when around his beloved wife. They were an odd pair, he was very tall and she was quite petite but just as brawny. Father would always have to bend down to match his wife’s height to show affection while their mother’s line of sight was always at his pectorals. Not that she complained.
Father had many scars. He used to be a solider and expected his sons to join the military too one day and bring honor to their family. Father felt he was dishonored due to a knee injury that left him with a limp. He outright refused any offerings of a cane or or walking stick due to his stubborn pride. It was a point of contention in their household by the fact he was a farmer and that required too much physical work for an injured veteran.
“Keep up with your brother, Shallot!”
“I’m not Shallot, father. He’s Shallot. I’m-”
“Don’t speak back to me, boy!”
From the beginning father could never tell the difference between his sons. It wasn’t until both sons entered their adolescence and it became more obvious who was who due to their impulses to differentiate from each other and gain their own identities. Even then he was reserved to call them by their actual names. Again, he was a very proud and stubborn man.
He was strict and eagle-eyed. He would’ve made Commander if that damn Savoy didn’t sabotage him. He was caught off guard and assaulted he claimed. His old solider buddies would roll their eyes once he got into a drunken rant about the corruption of the higher-ups and the tyranny of General Vegeta. It was all planned, so he says. His old comrades don’t come around often anymore.
His sons groaned in agony as their father began going off another lecture. It was hard to concentrate and listen at the same time. They rather plow the fields again, but it was better not to incur his wrath. For them, spending time with their father who to two young boys might be the most powerful Saiyan alive was (besides the King) was enough.
“That’s enough. We’re going home for dinner.”
Two sons, twins, were slumped back to back from each other panting like dogs. They were tired and sore. Their father groaned and rubbed his temples. Kids these days. He grabs both of his children underneath his arms and carries them home like they were luggage.
It was going to take a miracle to whip these two farm boys into solider shape.
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
A fragment of a missing memory.
Having a nearly identical twin was probably the greatest advantage in the world. For example, one could take the brunt of punishment from a parent or commanding officer for disobedience,and in return the other would return the favor when defending his brother’s back from a sneak attack.
But the best thing of all was the trickery they could get up to. Some people liked to spread idiotic rumors that Broccolo and Endive had only one son and he was just gifted naturally with godlike speed that it seemed like he was in two places at once. Although the case might’ve been a sore loser playmate that had their nose broken by the twins’ infamous double team beatdown.
But that kid had an influential parent and in a small village rumors spread quickly to the gullible and misinformed. It was fun to pull pranks and take advantage of those kinds of people.
Younger children were especially fun to scare. They were naive and inept at everything and could easily be taken advantage of. Some of them didnt even understand the concept of an identical twin. If one brother wanted to look cool in front of his peers, he would play off his twin as a clone of himself because he was gifted with the speed of the Legendary Super Saiyan. That was bull but children would believe anything that sounded some mystifying and epic.
“Prove it,” an especially scrappy but keen young Saiyan demanded, unconvinced. Even after the lengths the twins went for their trickery with (they thought) brilliant illusions. The brother looked to the direction where his brother was hiding behind the trees.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Run around the world ten times.”
A Saiyan never turns down a challenge, especially one that tested their might of feats. The other children rallied behind the skeptic who looked quite smug and proud of herself for going against the grain. But this wasn’t uncommon for the twins, they were resourceful. And lucky for the brother, his twin was a bit sharper on the uptake then he was. Using their own silent language and twin telepathy after a few peeking glances at each other, they knew what they could do.
The brother got into a runner’s position. On your mark. Get set. GO! He ran off into the brushes of the woods. From behind came the twin who had removed his shoes and rolled around in enough dirt and leaves to look like he ran through entire mountains. He even went as far to build up a sweat and pretend-panting like he was exhausted.
“No problem.” he smirked at the starstruck kids, the skeptic raising a brow.
:”It was so fun I had to do it twice.” The other twin appeared from the other side with the same disheveled appearance
“Wah! Two of them!” a child cried. “He ran so fast he made a clone of himself!”
“H-he really is the Legendary Super Saiyan!”
The younger children began to panic as the two ‘clones’ started to stomp closer to them with intimidating faces. Like a herd of livestock they all bolted back home to tell of the horrid experience.
“Man, that was annoying. We should change our schtick. Just say we’re psychics or something.” a brother pulled a twig out of his hair.
“Yeah. I am not looking forward to mother seeing us like this. Bath-time is going to be horrible.” Mother gave very rough baths.
The brothers started reminiscing on their tricks as well as previous times they came home utterly filthy and tracking dirt into her kitchen. They couldn’t help but to laugh themselves silly all the way home.
“Wouldn’t it be neat, the Legendary Super Saiyan was real?”
