Post by Warrior on Apr 15, 2011 22:57:56 GMT -8
~-Shattered Memory. Empty Past. "Who Am I?"-~
An inaccessible part of the net, covered completely by darkness, but in the center an immeasurably high tower stands. If one were to look down from on top, the tower would seem to disappear into the depths of the darkness below.
Atop the tower is a solid white floor, round like the structure it is built on, paved and decorated with gems and colors across the circular surface. From a high enough distance looking down, the design on the floor would create a picture of a dark-gray cloaked navi over an intricate floral background.
On the northern edge of the tower was a chair -- a throne. Shinning brilliantly and made of white gold to illuminate the area, also with priceless gems engraved in it, primarily diamonds. Above the throne were floating diamonds, lined up perfectly to create a name that could not be spelled.
A name too worthy to pronounce. A name too holy to understand.
A name too perfect to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Seated in the throne was presumably the bearer of that name. A figure whose form and face were covered by a solid white veil, but whose holy and bright eyes pierced even the deepest of darkness and penetrated the very soul of man and of navi.
A figure with too worthy a face to see. A figure with too holy a face to understand.
A figure with too perfect a face to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Walking in from the darkness at the same level as the floor atop the tower -- seeming to walk on ground but appearing to walk on air -- a dark-gray cloaked navi approached the throne. It would appear that this was the navi whose image was imprinted on the floor.
His footsteps made no sound until the met the surface of the floor. They echoed on the walls of nothingness, and resonated with the sound of silence.
As he came to the center of the circular floor, he knelt down to one knee, face down, to the figure seated on the throne.
The figure in the throne raised his head to speak. His words made no sound, for his voice was too worthy to hear. A voice too holy to understand.
A voice too perfect to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Despite no sound being made, the words came into the gray-cloaked navi's mind -- they appeared before him like invisible writings in the air, they entered his thoughts like empty voices he had heard. Silent and still were the words, but those only with a listening ear could catch them as they came.
" Rise. Why have you come?"
As commanded, the gray-cloaked navi rose. He looked up -- his own face covered by the veil he wore.
For his face was too unworthy to be seen. A face too unholy to understand.
A face too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so omnipotent.
He responded accordingly, and his own voice should have sounded normal, he presumed. But as the audible tone left his mouth, it fell to nothing more than a whisper as it came to ears of that which he stood before.
For his voice was too unworthy to be heard. A voice too unholy to understand.
A voice too imperfect to exist in the presence of one so matchless and great.
" I've come to learn my past. To discover my destiny and to understand my future."
The one on the throne continued to sit and listen. Somehow he knew that the gray-cloaked navi was not done yet.
" I've come to ask you... "
The navi hesitated once more before presenting his mind-irritating question.
" ... Who am I? "
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before the gray-cloaked navi. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will sew together your empty past. I will show you not only who you are, but I will also reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
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" What is your name? "
His awareness had just returned to him, as if entering a new chapter of an unpredictable tangible dream. The dark-gray cloaked navi looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
The gray-cloaked navi removed his veil, revealing a young face with gold eyes and brown spiked hair. He was no older than 19, presumably 16 at the youngest. His own age he wasn't even sure of, but his appearance matched that of an old teenager.
" Then I shall give you one. Your name is 'Warrior'. "
The dark-gray cloak still covered Warrior's body from the neck down, and he wore no visors on his naked face. Mere hopelessness and the expression of feeling lost covered his face. The indescribable darkness around him had now become a red sunset on a grassy hill with but one tree behind him.
A strange haze blanketed the area, reflecting the red-orange light of the falling sun. A slight breeze blew through the ankle-deep grass and through the clapping leaves of the tree.
" Warrior, what is your purpose? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. His mind was simply... empty.
" I... don't know..."
A strange cylinder-shaped object rose out of the ground next to Warrior, rising until it reached his hand. The bottom part of the cylinder instantly sharpened into a blade -- the top part smoothed itself into a comfortable hilt. Both the edge and the handle were colorless and empty as the sword stayed stabbed in the ground next to Warrior, just in his reach.
" Then I shall give you one. Your purpose is to fight for whatever is pure, whatever is righteous, and whatever is true. Whatever is holy, you are to fight for. "
As Warrior's fingers interlaced the hilt of the sword and he dislodged it from the ground, it instantly coated itself with color. The hilt was now gold, reflecting the red light of the setting sun. The blade was now cyan in color, contrasting noticeably in comparison with the hilt.
As the sword made itself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
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" Rise. Why have you come? "
Warrior's eyes opened again. He found himself atop the tower he had come from earlier. He was kneeling down again before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind still did not understand. But unlike before, Warrior's veil was off. The dark-gray cloak still covered his neck down, but the gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore.
For his face was now worthy enough to be seen. A face now holy enough to understand.
A face no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so powerful and holy.
" I still must know... Who am I?"
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before Warrior. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" Is a name and a purpose not enough?"
In humble respect, Warrior lowered his head as he responded -- his figure still hidden by the cloak, his voice still lost in the silence.
" I still have no past. I still have no destiny. I still do not understand my future."
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will sew together your empty past. I will soon reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
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" Who is the navi before you? "
His focus had just returned to him, as if re-entering an extended conversation after being side-tracked with a short attention span. Warrior looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
Before him stood a navi that looked quite similar to him. He wore dark visors. He wore a gold, unbuttoned shirt over a white T-shirt. He had black spikey hair, and wore black fingerless gloves, in addition to black cargo pants tucked into black boots. The navi before him wielded a massive sword, with a name engraved in it's hilt: "Faith".
" Then I shall tell you. He is one that I have set apart as pure, one I have set apart as righteous, and one I have set apart as true. He is set apart as holy, and he is who you must fight for. "
The navi before him paid Warrior no special attention. It seemed as if he didn't notice him there at all. Shortly after, he walked away into the darkness, mumbling a sentence to himself as he disappeared in the distance: "I may never know".
" What is your destiny? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. His mind was simply... empty. Just like before, he responded on an empty thought.
" I... don't know..."
The dark-gray cloak over his body faded away, revealing his body underneath. He was claded with black shoulder pads -- the only form of armor he wore. Black boots and black gloves protected him as well, and a gold chain mail covered his arms and upper body, while gray pants held up by a black belt covered his legs. A strange pair of black visors covered his eyes, but did not at all hinder his vision.
" Then I shall tell you. Your purpose is to fight for he that is pure, for he that is righteous, and for he that is true. For he that is holy, you are to die for. "
As his appearance made itself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
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" Rise. Why have you come? "
A third time, Warrior found himself atop the tower, knelt before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind still did not understand. But unlike before, Warrior's veil was off, and his cloak had been removed. The gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore. His body no longer hidden by the cloak.
For his figure was now worthy enough to be seen. A figure now holy enough to understand.
A figure no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so all-knowing and all-powerful.
" Forgive me, but I still do not know... Who am I?"
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before Warrior. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" A name and a purpose you have. Is a face and a destiny not enough?"
In humble respect, Warrior lowered his head as he responded -- his voice still lost in the silence.
" I still have no past. I still cannot re-piece my memory."
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will soon reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Where did you come from? "
His mind had just returned to him, as if regaining consciousness after a complete black-out. Warrior looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
He found himself in a destroyed network -- one that most certainly existed, and that he had been in before. He recognized this area, although it was no longer accessible. This was, the Galaxy Network.
" Then I shall remind you. You were born here -- pieced together from the fragments of a defeated navi. Half of who he was, has become who you are. "
Warrior saw a dying navi in the debris next to him. Uncovering some of it, he noticed it to be the navi he was shown earlier. The one described as pure, the one described as righteous, the one described as true. The one described as holy, that Warrior was to fight for.
The navi's pulse was getting weaker and weaker. Still, it made no obvious signs of awareness to Warrior's presence. Rather, it was just left there, continuing to struggle until the last of it's strength gave way and left it's body -- leaving behind it's empty shell.
" What is this navi's name? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. He knew who the navi was, but not his name. Once again, his mind was simply... empty. Just like before, he responded on an empty thought.
" I... don't know..."
The words from Warrior's voice finally became audible -- for all this time, they were but silence in a sea of quietness. At last, the sound from his lips echoed in the area, yet still, the now dead navi made no action in response to his presence.
" Then I shall remind you... "
The holy one said a name. Some how, Warrior missed it. It went unheard, but not unsaid. Negated, but not neglected. Warrior knew who this navi was now...
As his voice made itself complete, echoing back into his own ears, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Rise. Why have you come? "
For a final recurrence, Warrior found himself atop the tower, kneeling before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind now understood. Unlike before, Warrior's veil was off, and his cloak had been removed. The gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore. His body no longer hidden by the cloak. His words no longer silenced by the darkness.
For his voice was now worthy enough to be heard. A voice now holy enough to understand.
A voice no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so infallible and excellent.
" That navi who died. His name was Warrior. So what is my name?"
The throned one did not cross his arms and stand before Warrior, as he had done every other recurrence of this moment. The environment did not begin to change. The area did not slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" He is alive. You are his protector. An echo of his existence -- You are his Remnant."
In humble respect, the Remnant lowered his head as he responded -- his face, form, and voice no longer hidden or lost.
" You have pieced together my shattered memory. You have sewn together my empty past. You have shown me who I am. But you have not revealed to me who you are, as you have promised."
" I am... That I am."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the Remnant was dispatched from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions he was destined to live and to die.
And at the end of the vision, the Remnant understood.
The one he was not worthy to know had made him worthy and made him known.
The one he was not holy enough to see had made him holy and made him visible.
The one he was too imperfect to perceive had made him more perfect and added to his knowledge.
He had given him the destiny, purpose, and identity that he had lost.
He had given him his life.
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Recovered Memory.
Restored Past.
"This is who I am."
" ... Remnant."
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An inaccessible part of the net, covered completely by darkness, but in the center an immeasurably high tower stands. If one were to look down from on top, the tower would seem to disappear into the depths of the darkness below.
Atop the tower is a solid white floor, round like the structure it is built on, paved and decorated with gems and colors across the circular surface. From a high enough distance looking down, the design on the floor would create a picture of a dark-gray cloaked navi over an intricate floral background.
On the northern edge of the tower was a chair -- a throne. Shinning brilliantly and made of white gold to illuminate the area, also with priceless gems engraved in it, primarily diamonds. Above the throne were floating diamonds, lined up perfectly to create a name that could not be spelled.
A name too worthy to pronounce. A name too holy to understand.
A name too perfect to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Seated in the throne was presumably the bearer of that name. A figure whose form and face were covered by a solid white veil, but whose holy and bright eyes pierced even the deepest of darkness and penetrated the very soul of man and of navi.
A figure with too worthy a face to see. A figure with too holy a face to understand.
A figure with too perfect a face to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Walking in from the darkness at the same level as the floor atop the tower -- seeming to walk on ground but appearing to walk on air -- a dark-gray cloaked navi approached the throne. It would appear that this was the navi whose image was imprinted on the floor.
His footsteps made no sound until the met the surface of the floor. They echoed on the walls of nothingness, and resonated with the sound of silence.
As he came to the center of the circular floor, he knelt down to one knee, face down, to the figure seated on the throne.
The figure in the throne raised his head to speak. His words made no sound, for his voice was too worthy to hear. A voice too holy to understand.
A voice too perfect to exist in the mind of man and of navi.
Despite no sound being made, the words came into the gray-cloaked navi's mind -- they appeared before him like invisible writings in the air, they entered his thoughts like empty voices he had heard. Silent and still were the words, but those only with a listening ear could catch them as they came.
" Rise. Why have you come?"
As commanded, the gray-cloaked navi rose. He looked up -- his own face covered by the veil he wore.
For his face was too unworthy to be seen. A face too unholy to understand.
A face too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so omnipotent.
He responded accordingly, and his own voice should have sounded normal, he presumed. But as the audible tone left his mouth, it fell to nothing more than a whisper as it came to ears of that which he stood before.
For his voice was too unworthy to be heard. A voice too unholy to understand.
A voice too imperfect to exist in the presence of one so matchless and great.
" I've come to learn my past. To discover my destiny and to understand my future."
The one on the throne continued to sit and listen. Somehow he knew that the gray-cloaked navi was not done yet.
" I've come to ask you... "
The navi hesitated once more before presenting his mind-irritating question.
" ... Who am I? "
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before the gray-cloaked navi. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will sew together your empty past. I will show you not only who you are, but I will also reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" What is your name? "
His awareness had just returned to him, as if entering a new chapter of an unpredictable tangible dream. The dark-gray cloaked navi looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
The gray-cloaked navi removed his veil, revealing a young face with gold eyes and brown spiked hair. He was no older than 19, presumably 16 at the youngest. His own age he wasn't even sure of, but his appearance matched that of an old teenager.
" Then I shall give you one. Your name is 'Warrior'. "
The dark-gray cloak still covered Warrior's body from the neck down, and he wore no visors on his naked face. Mere hopelessness and the expression of feeling lost covered his face. The indescribable darkness around him had now become a red sunset on a grassy hill with but one tree behind him.
A strange haze blanketed the area, reflecting the red-orange light of the falling sun. A slight breeze blew through the ankle-deep grass and through the clapping leaves of the tree.
" Warrior, what is your purpose? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. His mind was simply... empty.
" I... don't know..."
A strange cylinder-shaped object rose out of the ground next to Warrior, rising until it reached his hand. The bottom part of the cylinder instantly sharpened into a blade -- the top part smoothed itself into a comfortable hilt. Both the edge and the handle were colorless and empty as the sword stayed stabbed in the ground next to Warrior, just in his reach.
" Then I shall give you one. Your purpose is to fight for whatever is pure, whatever is righteous, and whatever is true. Whatever is holy, you are to fight for. "
As Warrior's fingers interlaced the hilt of the sword and he dislodged it from the ground, it instantly coated itself with color. The hilt was now gold, reflecting the red light of the setting sun. The blade was now cyan in color, contrasting noticeably in comparison with the hilt.
As the sword made itself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Rise. Why have you come? "
Warrior's eyes opened again. He found himself atop the tower he had come from earlier. He was kneeling down again before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind still did not understand. But unlike before, Warrior's veil was off. The dark-gray cloak still covered his neck down, but the gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore.
For his face was now worthy enough to be seen. A face now holy enough to understand.
A face no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so powerful and holy.
" I still must know... Who am I?"
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before Warrior. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" Is a name and a purpose not enough?"
In humble respect, Warrior lowered his head as he responded -- his figure still hidden by the cloak, his voice still lost in the silence.
" I still have no past. I still have no destiny. I still do not understand my future."
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will sew together your empty past. I will soon reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Who is the navi before you? "
His focus had just returned to him, as if re-entering an extended conversation after being side-tracked with a short attention span. Warrior looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
Before him stood a navi that looked quite similar to him. He wore dark visors. He wore a gold, unbuttoned shirt over a white T-shirt. He had black spikey hair, and wore black fingerless gloves, in addition to black cargo pants tucked into black boots. The navi before him wielded a massive sword, with a name engraved in it's hilt: "Faith".
" Then I shall tell you. He is one that I have set apart as pure, one I have set apart as righteous, and one I have set apart as true. He is set apart as holy, and he is who you must fight for. "
The navi before him paid Warrior no special attention. It seemed as if he didn't notice him there at all. Shortly after, he walked away into the darkness, mumbling a sentence to himself as he disappeared in the distance: "I may never know".
" What is your destiny? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. His mind was simply... empty. Just like before, he responded on an empty thought.
" I... don't know..."
The dark-gray cloak over his body faded away, revealing his body underneath. He was claded with black shoulder pads -- the only form of armor he wore. Black boots and black gloves protected him as well, and a gold chain mail covered his arms and upper body, while gray pants held up by a black belt covered his legs. A strange pair of black visors covered his eyes, but did not at all hinder his vision.
" Then I shall tell you. Your purpose is to fight for he that is pure, for he that is righteous, and for he that is true. For he that is holy, you are to die for. "
As his appearance made itself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Rise. Why have you come? "
A third time, Warrior found himself atop the tower, knelt before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind still did not understand. But unlike before, Warrior's veil was off, and his cloak had been removed. The gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore. His body no longer hidden by the cloak.
For his figure was now worthy enough to be seen. A figure now holy enough to understand.
A figure no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so all-knowing and all-powerful.
" Forgive me, but I still do not know... Who am I?"
The throned one crossed his arms and stood before Warrior. Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the environment began to change. One spec of data -- one pixel at a time -- the area would ever so slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" A name and a purpose you have. Is a face and a destiny not enough?"
In humble respect, Warrior lowered his head as he responded -- his voice still lost in the silence.
" I still have no past. I still cannot re-piece my memory."
" Come. I will piece together your shattered memory. I will soon reveal to you who am I."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Where did you come from? "
His mind had just returned to him, as if regaining consciousness after a complete black-out. Warrior looked around before responding, it felt as if he had just woken up in a new dimension -- in a new realm or reality.
" I... don't know."
He found himself in a destroyed network -- one that most certainly existed, and that he had been in before. He recognized this area, although it was no longer accessible. This was, the Galaxy Network.
" Then I shall remind you. You were born here -- pieced together from the fragments of a defeated navi. Half of who he was, has become who you are. "
Warrior saw a dying navi in the debris next to him. Uncovering some of it, he noticed it to be the navi he was shown earlier. The one described as pure, the one described as righteous, the one described as true. The one described as holy, that Warrior was to fight for.
The navi's pulse was getting weaker and weaker. Still, it made no obvious signs of awareness to Warrior's presence. Rather, it was just left there, continuing to struggle until the last of it's strength gave way and left it's body -- leaving behind it's empty shell.
" What is this navi's name? "
" I..."
Warrior thought deeply for a second or two before answering... but his response was unchanged. He knew who the navi was, but not his name. Once again, his mind was simply... empty. Just like before, he responded on an empty thought.
" I... don't know..."
The words from Warrior's voice finally became audible -- for all this time, they were but silence in a sea of quietness. At last, the sound from his lips echoed in the area, yet still, the now dead navi made no action in response to his presence.
" Then I shall remind you... "
The holy one said a name. Some how, Warrior missed it. It went unheard, but not unsaid. Negated, but not neglected. Warrior knew who this navi was now...
As his voice made itself complete, echoing back into his own ears, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the two figures dispatched themselves from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions they were destined to live and to die.
===========================================
" Rise. Why have you come? "
For a final recurrence, Warrior found himself atop the tower, kneeling before the white-cloaked navi, whose name could not be pronounced, whose voice could not be understood, and who face could not exist in Warrior's limited mind.
All of what had just happened brought him back to the position he was in, before it had happened. His mind now understood. Unlike before, Warrior's veil was off, and his cloak had been removed. The gold and cyan sword now found itself rested on his back as if in a sheathe, although naked.
As commanded, he rose. He looked up -- his own face no longer covered by the veil he wore. His body no longer hidden by the cloak. His words no longer silenced by the darkness.
For his voice was now worthy enough to be heard. A voice now holy enough to understand.
A voice no longer too imperfect to exist before the presence of one so infallible and excellent.
" That navi who died. His name was Warrior. So what is my name?"
The throned one did not cross his arms and stand before Warrior, as he had done every other recurrence of this moment. The environment did not begin to change. The area did not slowly dissipate into a solid black realm of nothingness as the figure spoke with his inaudible voice.
" He is alive. You are his protector. An echo of his existence -- You are his Remnant."
In humble respect, the Remnant lowered his head as he responded -- his face, form, and voice no longer hidden or lost.
" You have pieced together my shattered memory. You have sewn together my empty past. You have shown me who I am. But you have not revealed to me who you are, as you have promised."
" I am... That I am."
As the words made themself complete, the area had lost all form. The nothingness of the atmosphere could only describe itself as the Remnant was dispatched from the limits of reality itself -- from the constraints of time and space -- from the narrow reach of the three feeble dimensions he was destined to live and to die.
And at the end of the vision, the Remnant understood.
The one he was not worthy to know had made him worthy and made him known.
The one he was not holy enough to see had made him holy and made him visible.
The one he was too imperfect to perceive had made him more perfect and added to his knowledge.
He had given him the destiny, purpose, and identity that he had lost.
He had given him his life.
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Recovered Memory.
Restored Past.
"This is who I am."
" ... Remnant."
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