It was only 25 years ago when Sabine's mother and father began their research. "Sabine will be safe," said the monk at the SeciMagi Monastery before closing the huge wooden doors. The snow was pushed back outside as the Monk-Nun admired her eyes. Just then, the Master wandered downstairs.
"What's this? She is called Sabine," the Master said. "Her parents specifically instructed us to teach her a type of Magic-Bending I've never heard of. What's 'Free-Summoned Construct' anyway?" she wondered, heading back up the stairs.
As Sabine's mother escaped the snow, finding refuge inside the cart, it blocked the blizzard from entering. The horses trotted on, then suddenly rose into the air. They floated upward, pulling the cart, almost like mythical creatures flying across the sky. They turned invisible as she glanced back to ensure the SeciMagi Monastery was remote enough that no one could follow. The cart flew east, toward the Sacred Site.
Ground Zero was just up ahead. Sabine's mother and father hated leaving her behind, but the slightest risk of her dying or being used as a bargaining chip was too great.
They landed south of the lake just as Alexander sparked the light that reset the sun, simultaneously melting the ice that had covered the earth for a thousand years.
As Sabine's mother stepped down from the cart, her husband and research assistant, Alax, felt a connection to the old hero Alexander-maybe it was his name, for he had been named after Alexander. He unclipped the deer from the cart and bid farewell to his Reindeer Crew. When the last one refused to fly away, he smiled. "She doesn't want to leave," he said. Sabine's mother, Sibiee Zander, gently placed her hand on Alax.
When he slapped his leg, the reindeer flew off together. Sibiee turned to Alax, hugged him, and gently kissed his cheek. He began winding up the mechanism while Sibiee held up a peculiar wand. As she waved it, it was as if the past was still present, yet the memories in the fabric of Alanari were thin.
"It is still here. How interesting," she mused, waving the wand, which was made from the last remnant of Alexander's shattered wand. "They say the Order blocked out the sun. The only way to break that age of death and free the Stone Army was to return that power to the universe."
Sibiee's long red hair had a single strand of silver-grey. Alax approached after burning the cart. "Do you think it will work? I mean, the remaining artifacts need to be found for this to succeed. We need this," he said, holding up a small, three-inch vial with a glowing ember, burning without oxygen.
"This is the last fragment of the Order before it was absorbed by the sun. It was inside the soul of a dragon called the Stone King, who captured the souls of others, turning them into stone soldiers in his undead army."
"So, this will allow us to communicate with Alexander, from here back then?" asked Sibiee, her eyes ablaze with the beauty of the flame.
"Are you certain this will work, Sibiee? You know how you get when you're lost in your work!" Alax teased. She shook her head, kissed him on the cheek, and knelt down, planting the small jar in the center of the scorched stone circle.
Alax stepped back. "It's been 10,000 years. How are you so confident that TCAM exists?"
Sibiee smiled, turned back, and said, "Transcending Celestial Astral Memory is real. Imagine your palm covered in ink, then pressing it on a page. When you pull it away, you're left with a unique pattern of your experiences, everything you've done imprinted on that page. Now imagine that pattern spread across existence-it's invisible, but it's there, the memory of what happened in the universe!"
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Order of the flaming dragon first war
Фанфикthere was a method of fan fiction that I'd like to create here. it being a new perspective on the movement of a character through time. and as a blocker they forgot about the memory lost to time. as the Counsel of Continuity has been changed to take...
