I have a tale to tell, I will start at the beginning where I went from the one living to the one narrating.
"There I was standing in a dream. I have had this dream in a meadow before and I have always been just a bit surprised by what I would see. Every night I would be faced again and again with the faces of seven girls.
Those seven girls all had their whispers, faint and quiet but I could still just barely make them out. I saw their faces and I had wonder again and again how do I know you? Why are we all staying here every night?
Why are you all familiar? Why are we so similar but different?
I longing for an answer would soon pay off, but at what cost did my curiosity cost me? I would soon find out. The moment I thought too much about a dream so empty that only would the wind accompany me as the girls like statues stood around me.
First they would only flash through my mind as if they were merely ghost that I could not forget, their cold beauty giving me chills. Soon I noticed as time sent me farther along, the longer I could see the lifeless beauty and all their wonder.
A moment turned to seconds and seconds to minutes and minutes to hours, before my mind had realized it I would just stand staring at the beautiful statues made of cold human flesh.
As the time became longer and nothing but staring would come of it, I began to notice all the things about their appearances.
They all were not from the same time or the same place. One was tall and darker, dressed as a dancer and the other pale and slim, dress like a noble like of a European nation. No matter how you looked at it, they had nothing in common with one another physically or in birth status.
I could feel myself within them and they were within me. This was the beginning of so many questions for me, 'Why did I stay? What is it that I will learn from this? Who are you? Will I ever know?'
They were separated by time, space and distance yet they could stand all in my head as if they were old friends. They stand there, for the reason I thought I may never know, but that was when everything changed. That following day I would get my answer at a cost I could never dream of.
I was on my way home after a long long day of school, I was lost in thought over my strange strange dreams that I kept having. I walked like a mindless idiot and that was my demise, I was hit by a car. This was when I got the answers I was looking for. They were me and I was them, the strange knowledge I would remember and use at liberty was their's. They had all died feeling as if they hadn't accomplished much and were looking for a second chance.
Like lightning or the force of a car, everything flowed for just a moment I was filled with this sense of importance. Then I opened my eyes to that meadow, standing in the place I meant myself. Seven other me's if I must be more clear, in that moment I could finally understand the meaning of all that had happened.
I have ramble on as this current me for far too long, you had wondered just as I did what was next. I have become the narrator and guiding force to nine, The Who follows me. This was not a story of my boring life, tho maybe you will know it one day and maybe the other seven as well. We are here to watch the years this soul had cultivated to finally find it's purpose, the story of Axia Sivilia.
The moment of my memory impact, like a shockwave, sent my new soul and the body currently using it out into an inter-dimensional space warp. She was sent to a magic world set sometime in the past long forgotten, and yet it has all so many wonders that I had never seen before. She lives as the dukes daughter in a world of magic.
That moment, I was thrust forth into the world of the other lingering parts of past life's spent their happy days. It was then I realized I would only be able to watch from above and within. That I had joined the hall of memories and I could do nothing but watch as Axia carried out her story.
"O , right you must be wondering who I am, right? I'm Sara Raimore and I will be telling the story as it comes. I'm your narrator and know I plan to make this one quite the tell. Now strip in, this story is all that I have left, so let's not keep my new purpose waiting."
The story of Axia Sivilia, she was vigorous and determined. She had her own plans for the future, aiming for her own business. She was the marketing manager, a bit young but never lacking in skills or ideas. Jobs never half done and motivations seemed endless.
Outside of work she was quite the romantic, set in a daze by endless romantic novels. She had her dreams, living as the main character. She shamed the villains and villainesses for having wick, spiteful and vile hearts. She thoughts jealousy for the glory of the female lead was all.
She a specific book that she dreamt about most it being called…..
Come back later if you want to know what kind of world Axia wanted most to join. See ya next time!