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December 12
Anistar City, Kalos
Bisexual
Blacksmith, bladesmith
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A keen mind cuts deeper than even the sharpest sword.
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Aurelie Lefevre
TALES BENEATH THE DYNA TREE (ROCKET)
POSTED ON Feb 26, 2024 23:42:24 GMT
[attr="class","aurelie"] [attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Storytelling is the most powerful way to put ideas into the world. [attr="class","aurelie_body"]For the first time, Aurelie wondered what stories the other Calyrex that had approached the League was requesting from them and what stories it was hearing in response. Somehow, she suspected both their Calyrex and stories were probably all sweetness-and-light compared to Rocket's. Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? And for whom? For that matter, did it even make sense to ask a question like that? None of them knew how this would end, after all. As far as Aurelie knew, nothing like this had ever happened before, whether in Hoenn, Galar, or even the memory-Galar worlds. For now, as Rocket's Calyrex asked for a final story, Aurelie took a deep breath and began.
Once, there was a Munna who ate not dreams, but memories. Perhaps because dreams and memories are so closely interrelated. Or perhaps because memories could be seen, in effect, as dreams you have when awake, especially when dreams can often feel even more real and vivid than memories. Living as it did in a war-torn region where Pokemon regularly battled and skirmished against each other, the Munna quickly became greatly in demand among the hardened warriors who had seen too much combat. Corviknights, Gyarados, Tyranitars, Tauros—all these Pokemon and many others sought out the Munna's aid to help them forget their memories of war, pain, and grief. Indeed, there was one Emboar who came to the Munna over and over again to have its memories taken away. As one of the most powerful and renowned fighters in the region, it almost never had a chance to stop fighting. The well of the Emboar's heartbreaking, excruciating memories of blood, battle, struggle, and loss thus seemed utterly bottomless and its moments of peace all too few and fleeting. Still, the Munna worked tirelessly. It was all too aware that it and its kin were often the only ones that could restore innocence and happiness to these traumatized warriors. It grew used to being asked to eat yet another Pokemon's most agonizing memories so that they could be free, at least for a while. Perhaps for this reason, the Munna's closest friend was a Honedge who had never once asked it to eat its memories. The Munna never understood why, for the Honedge was also a veteran of many battles. Furthermore, the departed spirit that inhabited its blade was filled with terrible memories of pain and death. Yet, it never asked. The Munna grieved to see its friend suffering every day under the weight of its own memories. Finally, it spoke up. "My dear friend, please let me eat your memories too. I hate to see you in so much sorrow. Once I am done, it will be as if it never happened, and you can be at peace."At once, the Honedge replied, "No. Thank you, my dear friend, but no.""But why?" asked the Munna, shocked to have its offer refused so forthrightly. "Because," the Honedge answered, "what am I, without my memories? I would be only a shell, an empty body. If I do not remember, if it is like it never happened, then I would have no past and thus no future.
"The memories I treasure most, the ones that have endured, are my memories of fear and anguish, pain and struggle. They are what make my moments of joy, hope, and love all the sweeter. If you took my memories, I would be free of pain, but I would also lose everything that makes me...well, me."The Honedge swept its blue cloth from side to side in a resolute gesture. "And that is something I never wish to lose. So, please, do not take my memories from me. Be my friend—that is all I will ever ask of you."The Munna listened in wide-eyed astonishment, and at the end, it nodded slowly. "I understand now why your memories are so precious to you, my friend. I promise that I will never take them away from you, unless you ask. I too never want you to lose what makes you most special and most beloved, especially for me."[attr="class","aurelie_tag"]
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