“Mamaí, mamaí! Whatcha’ doin’?”
“I’m sewing.”
“Sewing what, mommy?”
“Your deirfiúr’s wedding dress.”
“Wow! It’s so pretty!”
“Heeheehee…I’m glad you like it.”
“Hey, mamaí? When I get older, do you think you could make me a wedding dress?”
“Why of course, ---. Would you like one like ---‘s?”
“Nah. I want mine to be even prettier than sis’!”
“Ha-ha-ha! We’ll see, my little ---.”
~*~
So the flashbacks begin already? …Foolishness…
Just like any other Nobody, the exact details of my past are both there and yet foreign at the same time. Any memories I do have are locked in a haze, but I don’t care. In fact, I prefer it that way because these recollections of the past are exactly that: the past. I find it meaningless to dwell on them. Regardless of my feelings towards them, however, there are moments that I find ignoring them to be virtually impossible.
Well…normally anyway. Ever since returning to Castle Oblivion I’ve been regaining these lost records of my former life at a faster rate. I’ve also been finding lately that these same memories have been trying to weave a long-lost story to me that—somehow—connect to my real reason for being in this forlorn castle.
But no matter; this may prove to be just what the doctor ordered to keep me from submitting to that last demon that threatens to annihilate me.
Hehehe…that was almost poetic.
~Xakiah
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Not much to say here, except that you can inticipate seeing more glimpses into her past sometime in the future. For any of you wondering, those foreign words I used up top are in Irish Gaelic.
