War Stories

Soul Lessons (pre-war)

"The key thing to remember is that people don't have a soul, they are a soul. Which means you don't contain a soul, whether it is yours or mine, you simply are that soul. You recognise all your own limbs without needing to look at them, do you not?"

"Therefore, child, it is a simple matter of manipulation of the soul that allows you to control the body, allow a person to pass on peacefully, or bring forth a spirit to talk to. Do you see? As the Keeper you hold more power in you then any of the seven tribes combined. This allows you to do things that the rest of those in the Daldana tribe cannot." The elder of the Daldana tribe instructed, as we sat cross-legged in the meadow next to the Gobasha forest.

I nodded. "So my body does not contain a soul, it is a soul. I think I understand, elder."

"This is where things get more complicated for you, child." She spoke slowly, her great age showing in the knowledge she was imparting on me.

I nodded for her to continue.

"You are the Keeper. You hold the memories of the past 27 Keepers as well as your own. Though you hold only one soul, you are connected in a way none else are to the other 27 souls of Keepers past. This allows you to have their memories and knowledge, yet keeps you sane as the knowledge gathered since time began would drive anyone else but the Keeper insane. Do you understand?" She spoke.

I paused. "But those memories I have, they only come when I call upon them?" I questioned.

"Correct. When you call upon those memories, you are calling forth the connection to the soul of the Keeper it relates to. And therefore, are manipulating the very essence of soul matter....now, I believe it is time for dinner." The elder said, slowly standing up using her cane. I quickly hopped up in order to help her stand by offering my arm.

"Yes, elder." I said dutifully, as I led her down the path back towards the Daldana village.