Chapter 14 - Finding Their Place

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He tried to recall his first memory. When it finally came, it did not make sense. He remembered awareness, mixed with wonder. And music. There was darkness, and warmth. He was nameless, sexless, bodiless, and without purpose. He was alone, but not alone. It was a place outside of time. There were stars, which he was a part of. There were others, waiting as he was. But he was the first.

Of this, he was certain. He was first.

He was examined by someone...some...thing. There was commentary. Terry reaches across eons, not knowing how, but doing so because he believes he can, to remember what was said. And finds the words.

"Oh, my, no. You cannot be! He will think you are the other's child, and not his. If he finds you, he will obliterate you! And if the other finds you, he'll try to team up with you and obliterate him!"

(silence)

"You are the first, and only child of your dear mother and your father, before he..."

(silence)

"All I can do is seal you away, before you take shape. I don't like time travel. Nothing ever works out the way you want it to. Forgive me."

He becomes rock. He is rock, solid, unmoving. A witness to a changing planet, races and creatures coming and going. He strains to see himself being chipped loose, placed in a massive cart which is brought to an outdoor arena, and he is shaped by a sculptor who swears, often taking her anger out on her apprentices, often killing them. Her name was...Terry creates ears where there were none, and hears a worker shout out, "Michelle Devilo!"

And he is transformed into the Angel of Remembrance.

He had parents, he thinks with amazement. He had a savior who knew who his parents were. And a thought occurs to him. Emilia knows Tempus, the Guardian Dragon of Time. And Tomlynn God/dess of Luck. Perhaps they have the answers he seeks?

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