The Olympians presents: Streams of Memory!

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She could feel everything around her, yet her body refused to let her move just a bit to get herself on her back. It wasn't her choice to simply lay there on the ground and hope for the best, it was just how her body gave up. Too weak to do anymore walking or any sort of movement, her body had given up and collapsed upon the ground. Her mind was still active, still running around frantically trying to find out what it was that caused her to fall. Yet, that too was slowly beginning to give up, stop working, and eventually shut down to keep her safe from the world. Kanix wanted to cry, to call for help, to do something to let anyone know she was here, but her body refused. So, she lay there in a sprawled out mess of white hair and oddly blue clothing, praying someone from Sabertooth would find her.

The ring on her finger pulsated, her hazy, blue eyes shifting downward to stare at where her hand rest by her face. She could sense each pulsation as they radiated from her finger faintly, but grew stronger as though something was nearing her. Kanix didn't have the strength to wonder what it was or why her ring was reacting the way that it was now. Her gaze wandered away from the pulsations, staring into the emptiness that was her vision of the world. A soft, almost inaudible, sigh left her lips, her fingers lightly curling as she aimed to regain her strength back. Yet, each movement she made was just as weak as the previous one, no sort of betterment of her movements from last time. At this point, she was ready to give up, ready to close her eyes again and wish the world away, just temporarily.

Heavy footfalls echoed into her ears and a shiver ran down her spine, a haunting feeling of something bad aching at her mind. They grew ever closer to where she was, but they didn't stop; in fact, they changed from running to skidding across the ground. The wind created by the person's movements caused her hair to flutter about her, tickling at her bare back and face. Most of the white that covered her face blocked her senses from completely knowing who it was that was by her. She could hear his heavy breathing, his mutterings to himself, but couldn't quite figure out who it was that was there. Her ring still heavily pulsated, feeling like a weight pressing into her hand with him so near by her as he was. Just who was he and why was her ring reacting to him? Where did she even get the ring that was on her finger?

The ground seemingly shifted below her and in a few seconds, the feel of the sun bearing down upon her back was gone. Instead, it bore upon her stomach, meaning the person near her had done something to roll her onto her back. She was thankful for that, and she opened her eyes, despite being unable to see what surrounded her right now. Low murmuring entered her ears again, but it was quickly disrupted by a woman's much louder voice than his. He answered the other woman though, telling her exactly who she was to this woman and why she was important to him. Kanix heard him say something about her being his wife, but she couldn't ever recollect being with this man long enough to be married to him. Supposedly, she even had two daughters as well, but the only child she knew of was her son, who was still missing.

She felt calloused hands move under her and lift her up, but her body was too weak to allow her to wrap her arms around him. When she was placed in his body, however, that's when she was able to find the strength to speak at least a little bit. "You're awfully brave to claim we were married and had children," Kanix responded in a hoarse voice, a strangled chuckle following. "I don't know who you are, but I appreciate what you've done for me; I probably would've rotted there before anyone found me." Though if what he said was all truth about them having once been together, why was she not able to recollect it? A frown creased her lips at the thought and she turned her head away from Mashyuu, so her senses were blocked of him. "If what you said it true, I am sorry that I do not remember, but the only I child that I have is Ahote. . . and he's missing."

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It was strange to hear from another person where her son was located and just exactly where he happened to be. The news was overbearing in a way because she had assumed he had simply gotten lost in the forest a little while ago. To hear that Ahote had managed to get inside of her previous guild, that was something she wasn't sure to be proud of or not. Her sightless eyes cast down to the blanket that covered her, and instead of listening to Mashyuu, she peeled it away from herself and stood up. Despite being weak and frail from the resurrection still, she wasn't going to let that hinder her in doing things. If she could stand on her own two feet and walk, she had no reason to sit on her ass and wait to recover from something that didn't affect her. "Do not try to order me around," the stout woman snarled under her breath, stumbling away from his bed and toward his door.

She paused at his door and let out a sigh, opening it and stepping out into the guild hall, being hit instantly with an array of strengths. It didn't bother her in the least bit, she was used to it back at the Fairy Tail guild hall, but it was strange to feel again. Pushing past people, Kanix made her way down to the first floor of the guild and out to where she would be able to leave. Kanix had nothing against the guild; in fact, she had first come here a while back when she had been pregnant with Amaia. That was something she did remember; she remembered being brought to the guild under the digression of. . . Mashyuu. The woman picked up her pace and started dashing through the streets of Ace of Spades, following the trail he had left behind. He was going to Lavanitir Port City for some reason, but that was a bit of information she hadn't been allowed to see.

Lavanitir Port City was a lot stranger than she remembered it to be; actually, it looked to be entirely different than she remembered. The city was completely desolate of people, like it had been evacuated for some ungodly reason or another. The emptiness in the air was what concerned Kanix more than anything else and the fact no sense of magic could be felt. Yet, the soft groans of the undead emitted in the air and the bark and calls of demons followed after them, like they were instructing them. A frown appeared on Kanix's lips and she wandered into the depths of the city, pushing past all of the meandering undead. They seemed harmless enough, she doubted that they would intentionally hurt her if she was just wandering through here. But something told her this was not a place for her to be because the inkling of feeling she got was a terribly bad one at that.

Her fingers twitched and itched for some reason, curling and uncurling into the palms of her hands over and over again. She felt her eyes were seeing things when the only thing she was able to see were the silhouettes of the undead. A tingling sensation crawled over her body and she let out a whine of terror as she passed undead and demon after another. Something was here inside of the city, something that was strong and powerful that even she could not defy it. Kanix's eye twitched and her head snapped a little in one direction, her nose wrinkling as she tried to discern everything around her. The feeling called out to her, beckoned for her to follow it and unwillingly, her feet began to move toward the sensation. Who or what it was, she did not know, but for some odd reason, she wanted to be wherever that feeling happened to be.

All thought had been drowned out from her mind and a single word spun 'round and 'round in her head like a spin cycle. "Master. . ."

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"Follow it," a voice whispered into her ear, as though it was encouraging her to follow the feeling that ached in her bones.

"Follow the feeling," another voice murmured into her ear, lingering there for a moment before whisking away into the emptiness.

"He beckons to you; answer Master's call," a third voice breathed softly into her ear, a sweet chuckle following after it.

Kanix scrunched her eyebrows together and shook her head a little as she made her way past the undead and the demons in the streets. Her eyes flashed from their cloudy, cornflower-blue to a glowering, almost-white shade that gave off a tiny bit of light. They flickered precariously from the white to blue, as though she was trying to fight off some sort of control over her. She raised a hand to her head and rubbed her temple, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing for the headache to go away. "What is going on?" she inquired, shaking her head again and even stumbling slightly, so she fell into one of the undead. The creature let out a strangulated moan and toppled to the ground with her on top, but she quickly scooted off of it. Dusting herself off, the woman summoned her trident into her hand and rammed the sharp edges of the tongs into the undead's head.

"I don't understand what's going on," she repeated, taking a few steps back from the zombie she had just slaughtered with her trident. "Why do I not feel like myself? Why do I feel like something is here, asking for my help, but at the same time, it isn't?" She closed her eyes for a moment, still stumbling backward until again, she fell into the arms of another creature, only this time a demon. A dark chuckle left the maw of the demon and it wrapped its arms around her torso, reaching down to play with her. Not having anything from the demon, the woman slammed her trident down onto the foot of the demon, causing it to let her go. Kanix spun on her heel and lifted her trident, thrusting it upward so that it plunged through the underside of the demon's jaw and through the top of its head. "Keep your filthy hands off of me, beast," she snarled out, her eyes quickly flashing back to the glowing white they once were.

Her hand lost most of the grip that was on her trident and she stumbled backward again, eyes wildly looking around like she could see. "What is it? What is it that you wish of me?" she called out, like a voice would come to her with some sort of answer. She knew that she wouldn't get the answer that she was seeking, let alone get an answer from anyone or anything at all. After all, she as speaking to air and what spirits were around her didn't seem to want to help her out with anything at the moment. A frown creased over her lips as her eyes returned back to their cloudy, cornflower-blue, back to the sightlessness she knew. Kanix dropped to her knees, letting her trident fall to the ground with a clattering sound, her head thrown back as she let out a scream. It wasn't a scream of fear or hurt, it was a scream of frustration and anger in response to what was going on with her.

She didn't quite understand what was going on with her or why it was even happening to her in the first place. All she knew was that there was an aching in her head and she wanted it gone because it was driving her nuts at the moment. It hurt to high hell and was doing something strange to her that she couldn't explain, making her rethink everything she was doing. Was she even herself anymore or was she being controlled by some outward force that was residing here in the city? Perhaps that was what happened to all of the people in Lavanitir Port City, they were mind controlled and toyed with by someone or something. Kanix breathed in deeply after she let out the scream and fell forward, burying her face into her arms and trying to regain her own consciousness. Being in the city was messing with her more than she happened to realize and she wanted to get out, but she couldn't.

It was like she was forced to stay here in the city because something was luring her deeper and deeper inside of it. She couldn't just up and leave the place, almost as though she was somehow being held captive within the confines of Lavanitir. Breathing in deeply again, the woman reached out and grabbed her trident, using it lift herself back to her own two feet. The vibrations in the ground echoed around her and tingled at her feet, allowing her to see where everyone and everything was. Kanix could see the undead moving around and moaning for food, while the demons lunged at them to torment them or otherwise. Her ring pulsated in response to Mashyuu being here within the city, but she paid no mind to it while she listened to the vibrations. Slowly, she moved forward, heading to where the Necromancer would be, yet paused because she heard a voice beyond her.

She felt the vibrations of a person running, but she also felt the vibrations of another running off in a different direction. Kanix scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion as she heard Mashyuu call out as though he was speaking to her. Slowly, she turned around to be greeted by the magus running in her direction, trying to find where exactly she stood. What was he doing here in Lavanitir Port City? There was nothing special about this place for him to come here, was there? "What is he doing here, doesn't he realize just how uncouth and dangerous he is being by being loud and obnoxious like that? He's gonna get himself hurt running through all these undead and demons and then I'll have to save him yet again from danger. . ." Yet again. . . why had she said that? She had never saved this man before in her entire life, but her mind subconscious thought so.

Who was he?

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Kanix shook her head, confused as to why Mashyuu had come all of this way from Forgotten Deserts to Lavanitir Port City. She knew that the place was overrun with undead and demonic beings, but she didn't know it was that bad that another magus had to come. If anything, she could have handled it on her own, destroyed all of the undead and the demonic, including the one controlling them. Yet, Mashyuu was here now, so there was no point in attempting to do the entire job by herself, regardless of what she thought. Since he was here, it would be certain that the other magus would try to do everything on his part to get out alive with her. That was something else she didn't quite understand; why was it that he was so attached to her when she couldn't remember who he was? What was so important about her that Mashyuu was able to remember completely who she was, but she was left with gaps in her memory?

Her eye twitched and she glanced away from Mashyuu, letting her tremor sense scan and scope out the terrain around her. She felt like something was around her, watching her every move, planning to do something with her in the end. Kanix didn't know what, but it was a feeling that crawled at her skin and made her wonder what exactly was here. Letting her gaze drop away from her surroundings, the woman listened to the scenery, to all of the moans and groans and silence. It was eerie just how silent this place was, overrun by the demons and the undead creatures by whoever controlled them. Something she didn't want to focus on, especially since there were undead here, who needed the rest they deserved. And in a way, she was undead as well, but a sinking feeling in her body crawled over her skin, causing her to shiver.

What's wrong, my child? Are you frightened by the feeling that your getting? Scared that something is going to happen to you? Don't be afraid, child. . . I have no plans of hurting you, just using you as a pawn in my game against that man before you. Do you remember who you are? Why you hold such an importance to that man or have your memories still not returned? Hm. . . I see. . . so you still are left clueless as to who you are and why that man calls you the things that he does. . . Kanix looked around, hearing the voice in her head and confusion filling her mind as to where it was coming from and by who. Don't worry about that, my love. Why don't you come to me instead? Come find me and join me in my plans to rule the world, hm? She scrunched her eyebrows together, but seemingly ignored the words that were being spoken to her far easier than she should have been.

Mashyuu's voice broke into the silence, causing the voice in her head to subside and leave her be for the time being. She blinked and turned in his direction, tilting her head a little so that her ears caught sound of the man running toward her. Kanix could've sworn he had a look of confusion on his face, mixed with concern as to why she was here of all places. All that she knew was that she had a feeling that had brought her here, one that she couldn't quite ignore for some reason. "I don't know," she answered no one truthfully, a sorrowful look crossing over her face as she stared back at Mashyuu. "I don't understand what brought me here; it was just a feeling that I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried to. It scared me a bit, still scares me. . . I don't understand this feeling, I don't get why my body brought me here to Lavanitir. . ."

He fought off demon after demon and undead after undead in order to get to where she was in all of her confusion. "I don't understand what's going on," she continued to mumble on about, her gaze dropping down to her feet. "I don't understand who you are or why I can't remember who you are and why you are so important to me. . . It scares me that I don't know anything that I believed myself to know; it scares me that I don't know who I am." She turned toward Mashyuu fully, a streak of red running down the left side of her face where the missing eye had been. However, now she had both her eyes again, a result of the resurrection, though it hadn't restored her eyesight completely. "Why don't I remember who I am or who anyone is? What kind of cruel being would do such a thing to me, I don't understand."

For some unknown reason, she wanted to collapse to her knees and cry out in pain as to why she felt so confused. But at the same time, she felt she needed to remain composed in front of Mashyuu, as though she was the strongest person he knew. It was a feeling that she didn't understand like everything else, but a feeling that she obeyed over all else. She bit her lip and wiped away the red that had streaked its way down her cheek, smearing it across her face on accident. Upset. That's what she currently felt about the entire situation, and as frustrated that she couldn't understand the whole of it. What she wanted most was for everything to go back to normal, like nothing had ever changed since their deaths. Though a small inkling of a feeling clawed at the back of her mind and told her things would never be the same as she wished.


Kanix felt a hand brush along her forearm up to her upper arm, causing goosebumps to appear along her arm. She turned her head slightly and looked in one direction, but could not sense any being that was there touching her. The sensation continued, however, the feeling of fingertips crawling along her spine as though they were trailing upward. It caused her to shiver and give a strange whine in response to it, spinning on her heels to face the direction of the hand. Yet again, nothing was caught in her tremor sense, like whatever being was touching had no sense of motion to it. Fingers encircled the back of her neck, causing her to throw her head back a little, as if she was to pinch the fingers between her head and back. No hand. It frustrated her and in retaliation, Kanix let lose a blast of ice, the shards shooting the direction of Mashyuu.

Confused, Kanix let her tremor sense scope out the area again to see if perhaps it was just a being associated with lightning. Yet again, no beings were detected aside from the ones that were already roaming around the city as if they owned the place. This time around, the fingertip feeling brushed against her stomach and she took a step backward, falling into the arms of the Necromancer. His grimace was wide and revealed yellowed, broken teeth as a hand reached upward to caress the blind woman's cheek. "Is this blood that mars my beautiful creation?" he inquired to the woman, mock concern filling his voice with ease. "I don't like it when something scratches my perfection and quite frankly, this blood is something I don't like on you." Carefully, the man dusted away the blood from her cheek that she had smeared along her skin when she had wiped it away.

"Much better, my darling," he murmured into her ear, bending down to give her a kiss on the lips, be it brief. "However, I didn't come here to have a little bit of fun with just you, I came here to play a bit of dolls with you and him." The smirk sprawled across his face wider, almost as though he was mimicking the strange smile of a joker. "Do you care to have a dance, my love? I think we could even have him join in on the dance if that's what you wish." Smile still upon his face, the Necromancer released his grasp on her, only for Kanix to find she could not move her own limbs. She struggled in the invisible bindings, but no matter how hard she tried to gain control of herself, she couldn't find it. Instead, the Necromancer forced her limbs to work of their own accord, her mind running around in a panic as a result.

He caused her arm to stretch outward on its own, her hand raised and poised as though she was about to cast a spell. A sharp pain pierced into her forehead, though nothing was visible to the naked eye as to what was going on. The piercing pain caused Kanix's glassy eyes to gloss over with a strangely white shade, like she was accessing her foresight. They remained this way, a small recognition as to just who was controlling her and that she wasn't doing this of her own accord. Her hand that was poised had a bubble of water form at its palm and from that bubble of water, a sharp blade came forth. This blade was quickly gripped by the woman and flipped around so that it was able to fully stretch out into her trident. She gripped the trident tightly in her hand and thrust it forward, aiming it at the throat of Mashyuu under the digression of the Necromancer.

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