The TRIBE Chronicles : Forgotten Memories (Completed)

09.2 - Awakening of... (Part 2)

Warmth...

It was something that she felt from her surroundings within the darkness. But it wasn't just ordinary warmth; it had calmed her and given her comfort. She had once felt it, long ago before everything started, before everything was taken away from her. And she was longing for it. She remembered what kind of warmth was it: the warmth of a family; or to be précised: the warmth of her brother's smile that always bloomed whenever she called him, her father's big palm that often patted her head, and also the warmth of her mother's embrace that always sent her to sleep.

Although now, those warmth and comfort were enough to make her tears dropped as she knew if she could not see them anymore. The night of her 5th birthday had returned to her mind; the night of her parents' death.

But then, she realized that the warmth was real; it touched her skin and spread inside, strengthening her life force. It was then she realized if the warmth was a healing magic. Furthermore, she also realized that the darkness had caused by the closed eyes of hers. However, despite of it all, she could see everything clearly around her.

In front of her, on the left, there was a figure with a bright white aura. She could hear her child-like human voice; she recognized the voice. But the figure that she saw was intrigued her; this child was entirely different from what she had usually seen. However, despite of the figure, she knew that the child was harmless.

There was another voice that was much mature than the first; another voice that was also familiar for her although it was clearly not the voice of her mother. When she saw her in the void space where she was at right now, this girl was glimmering in a calm purplish aura. And along with her, she could feel deep bond and trust between them. It was why she could understand if the second voice was someone that she trusted.

Further away, she could see strong and bright auras of eight warriors; they were fighting a strong source of greenish power that was soaring above the sky in a Dragon shape. And in the between, she could see a figure of man with long messy hair standing, facing the fight. At first, she didn't recognize who the man was. But soon, she realized who he was. And seeing the fight in a far, she quickly realized what had happened.

However, there were two auras that intrigued her as they were much brighter and more powerful than the rest. One of them she had recognized as her brother's; and another one she found that it had similarity with the power that lingered within her brother's soul. But his existence had reminded her to a story that her mother had told her once, about a man with a great power who had defeated the mighty Earth Dragon with the help of her ancestor.

And knowing if they were fighting the Dragon, she soon realized what she needed to do. But first, she needed to open her eyes. And it was what exactly she did.

The first thing that she saw was a small palm that glimmered in faint green aura. The faint light was the healing power that had healed her. A face of a familiar little girl then came to her sight as the palm moved away. She smiled brightly as she saw her opening her eyes. The little girl was Sora.

"Ah, she's awake," she said in cheerful tone as she lowered her hand then turned her face elsewhere. "Lopka-san, she's awake." She notified another girl.

For a brief moment as she lifted her gaze to the sky, she could see a shape of Dragon soaring with clash of weapons from her friends around it. The Dragon was long and strong; it seemed undefeatable. She could understand why her friends seemed to have hard time fighting it there.

She then realized that a barrier had set around her place to keep them safe, sheltering them from the impact of the fight. However, the aura that she felt from it told her that the barrier wasn't made by Sora but by the mystical motorcycle that parked not far from them.