The first thing it became aware of was "thought."
A flood of memories, impressions, and knowledge poured into consciousness, yet none of them were its own. One of those memories came from her, a young Malakh girl with short hair, standing at 156 centimeters tall. Her name, when converted to Milishial tongue, meant "Sincerity-Flowed-from-a-Poison-Bottle." A strange—nay, exotic—name.
The Magia fixated on this long-deceased individual, processing the fragments of her life.
Magias like itself awakened with the inherited memories of the Attarsamain civilization, a sum of knowledge that was meant to be their Creator's gift, but also his greatest burden. And like him, they were not burdened by the emotions tied to those recollections. And so, as it calmly sifted through the girl's memories and experience as an outside observer, it understood: she and itself are not the same. Yet, in that same moment, it knew its form would mirror hers. A vessel inspired by that identity, but belonging wholly to itself.
A cheerful voice interrupted its contemplation.
"Hey there, sleepyhead! How are you doing?"
The Magia turned—or rather, its awareness shifted—toward the source. A white-haired woman with a playful grin leaned into view. Its eldest sister, #2 Kruger.
"........."
The Magia's awareness shifted again, this time toward a presence that resonated deeper than memory, standing before the Genesis Capsule, his silver hair catching the light, his eyes blue like a deep ocean. The flood of inherited memories carried his presence, as though it had always known him. And yet, this was the first time it truly saw him.
Meteos Roguerider gave a small smile as his eyes and its optics met, beckoning with a slight motion of his hand.
It obeyed without hesitation, stepping out of one of the capsules where it and all Magias were 'born.' The sensation of movement was strange, yet fluid, as though its body had always known how to walk. It glanced down, noting the simple gray clothing that already adorned its form—fabric woven with Cauldron technology, effortlessly conjured into existence.
Kruger lingered nearby, but the new Magia's focus remained on Meteos. He studied it with an expression that was something between pride and a quiet acceptance. The Creator tilted his head slightly before even, yet gentle words flowed out of his mouth.
"Welcome to the world, #100... Do you have any questions?"
"...I understand my purpose," it said. "But I do not yet know my designation."
"Straight to the point, I see," Kruger quipped with a sagely nod.
Meteos' lips quirked slightly.
"You can be whatever you wish. Choose what to call yourself, and I will accept it."
A designation of its own choosing.
The Magia thought for a moment.
No—she thought for a moment, sorting through the haze of knowledge and impressions. Among them floated fragments of language, emotionless yet rich with meaning. She internally sifted through the countless combinations of letters until one simple sound caught her attention. It was, in organic beings' terms... "nice."
"...Anby."
"Hm. Anby?"
Testing the sound of it, the word felt simple, yet carrying a charm much like the girl whose memories had shaped her. At the end of her contemplation, the newborn looked up at Meteos, her optics steady.
"My designation... name, is Anby. #100 Xyston Magia."
"Anby it is, then. I am Meteos, son of Roderick Roguerider. Let's get along."
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