While I’m at it
Asterion, Seika and Marin background writing! Might eventually be the first chapter of a writing on Asterion’s relationships with people (so yeah it’s a piece of writing, and it’s from Asterion’s pov)
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Asterion had always preferred people who spoke their mind. Back when he was younger, he had a sense for that, for being able to tell when someone’s words didn’t match their thoughts. And then he met that mysterious man, that Saint who saw his gift and awoke it further. The man who left him with a Cloth and a malediction, forcing him to follow the path of the Hound Saints. Years later, Asterion thought that maybe that’s what happened to him too, that’s just how you pass this Cloth. That maybe now this man was free.
Free from the noise. Free from the constant head wrecking rumble of people’s thoughts. Free from that gift.
Asterion, though, liked the Japanese girl in the next village. She had difficulties with Greek, like him, but she always was able to make it say what she meant. She was looking for her brother, whose name got lost by the Danish boy. She forgot a lot of things too, but never her goal. She was brave, and honest, and pretty, and Asterion liked her company. In fact, he spent as much time as he could with her, as soon as he could go back in Greece. They spent so much time together, that one day an old man yelled at them, saying only a girl and a boy bethroded to each other should be this close. She laughed, and so did the priest when she told him why they were here. Asterion laughed too, but he knew he will never forget the voice of Seika when she said that of course they’ll marry each other when they’re grown ups.
One day she disappeared. At first Asterion thought she got lost, as she often forgot her way. He looked for her. Every day when he was in Greece. Until at the Sanctuary a girl appeared. Until he met Marin.
Marin was strong. Marin looked like her. Marin thought with the same words as her. Marin spoke her mind the same way as she used to. Marin did not remember him. But it was okay, Asterion always thought she would forget him. Marin did not remember why she became a Saint. Asterion heard about the rumors of the mask. Asterion thought it was true, because she did not remember her brother. Asterion could not find an other explanation for Seika forgetting her goal.
But it was okay. This girl wasn’t her. This girl was a Saint of Athéna. He had no reason to push her, to grab her shoulders and shake her, to make her remember. It was her path. He had to accept it. Marin wasn’t Seika.
Marin wasn’t Seika.
