EnergyMageFrea
Rukh are what remains of the souls of all who die, as they're bodies fade into the earth- all that is left behind are these fluttering bits of gold upon the air. Magi, Magicians, and all who are able to utilize Magoi are able to see these, they see the Rukh, and they see the Black Rukh generated by hatred and the will to defy fate.
There are few who see all the types of Rukh. Not just the gold, not only the black... there are more, and these are the Rukh that manifest as the memories of all souls, the angry, the greiving, the important, trivial even.
These are Rukh that dance upon the air as shreds of Memory, waiting to be seen, waiting to be rediscovered.
There is only one who is able to tap into the memories floating around, and one only. A soul plagued by the inability to retain their own memories, and cursed to witness the memories of all others. Charged with the task of keeping peace and record of time, a forgotten name, and a forgotten duty.
The Keeper of Magi.
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{Part of my Daydreams & Drabbles Works that also includes unused story ideas.... Like this one!}
{NOTE: Just because the things posted in Daydreams & Drabbles are unfinished or unused or simply musings, they are still my intellectual property and if you steal anything I WILL hunt you and find you!}