Death is a lingering presence who was always two steps behind Alecto. His breath cold, but is somehow a comforting presence that aided the overdue longing in the vase expanse of blue. In the world she is in, endless and overflowing with a mystical force that felt familiar, she stands on snow that did not feel cold, surrounded by wilted trees, and a dense, white, fog. The whole scene is dead, yet serene, and something deep inside tells her that she's been here before.
The howling breeze sounds through the dead forest, yet the tranquility of the dead space made her feel at ease, as she treads through the snow with carefree steps, she no longer felt languid and weak, back to a state that felt more original...more at home.
"Hello, Alecto."
She stops, twirling to meet someone, yet she is alone.
"Hello?" She greets anxiously, although nothing else comes after it. Just silence.
"Is someone there?" She tries once again, this time a cold blast of breeze whips past her.
"We meet again."
The voice is cold, yet soulless, and somehow it sounded like it came from within her.
"Again?"
The presence lets out a soft chuckle. A chill runs down her spine, although his breath was soft and disarming, she knew that he meant no harm.
"Perhaps soon you'll remember." He says vaguely, feeling his presence circle around her such whimsy.
"But now, you must figure things out, yes?"
"I-- Yes..." Her answer sounded unsure. "But, who are you? Is this a dream?"
"It is whatever you claim it to be."
"Will you keep answering me in riddles?"
He chuckles once more, cold breeze moving like a push and pull force. Playful and whimsical, but somehow also lonely.
"You may have forgotten, but you still have your fire."
"Forgotten?" Alecto's face twists into a perplexed emotion, gaze switching from whatever invisible force was around her, to nothing.
"Surely you don't believe that you came from nothing?"
The thought lingers in her mind once more, like the fog that does not settle, meandering, and swirling as it brews something. Another thought perhaps, or a memory?
"There is a lot to be unfolded, Alecto. But do remember to take it a step at a time."
And so, like the mist, the voice falters along with it as the world crumbles into pieces of glistening shards that once again transports her in a world where the sun felt warmer.
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"Alecto?"
Mazelinka's voice was what grounded her as she woke, still on the deck of the ship. Both her and Muriel gaze down at her, broad figures now blocking the sun.
"What happened? Had I fallen asleep?"
Muriel's brows furrow.
"You passed out, Alecto."
"For how long?"
"Not too long." Mazelinka hands her a cup of water, which she only sips from a little.
"It happened when I was telling you.. Well..." There was caution in Muriel's voice, fearing that you might slip away once again if he began his tale.
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Strangers in Nopal (Asra x Fem OC)
FanfictionThe Arcana Fanfiction Following the events of the Reversed Ending in Asra's route, the two are saved from his realm, although it comes with a cost. WARNING: CONTAINS MAJOR GAME SPOILERS
