In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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She was running as quickly as her small feet could carry her: up one flight of stairs, turning, up the second flight. Her fingers hardly had time to glance the black railing before the flight had ended. A few yards later, and she'd come to a stop in the spacious Town Square.
Her hands braced her knees as she tried to catch her breath, heart racing a million miles a minute. Frost-colored blue eyes stared at her boots, lifting upward to land on the subject of her chase. The silhouette's back was to her. At that moment, the subject turned to glance back at her. . .
As Era trotted up the stone stairwell that led to the main shops, she could almost smell the sweat of the chase... almost feel the adrenaline of her body in flight after the ever-elusive prey. She paused, in the same place she'd been on that day, and eyed her vast surroundings, taking in every voice, every shape that the few pedestrians around had to offer. And she analyzed them all, trying desperately to find a match. To find something. Anything that she recognized.
But, the longer she spent unable to find a connection to her memory, the less hope she had of ever understanding her flashback, and the less she potentially knew about the person she was trying so hard to understand... her past self.
Frigid eyes halted on a particular form standing in the middle of the square. She froze in her tracks, taking a second look... and a second breath. Maybe, just maybe this was the silhouette her memory was trying to point her toward. She just had to know.
And, as if they'd had a mind of their own, her feet took her toward the familiar stranger. A small hand reached out to tap the shoulder of the subject in question. She had a feeling that if she could at least see his face, something inside her would recognize him, if indeed he was the one.
Vapor was wandering alone through the Town Square, his jacket flapping in the slight breeze, just looking for something entertaining to pass the time, but everywhere he looked he saw only the usual happenings that occur in the Square. Nothing appeared to stand out. With nothing better to do, Vapor continued to wander around the Square, waiting for something to happen.
"Nothing ever happens here" he thought to himself, "I wish I ended up somewhere with something I could do to pass time."
After a short while strolling, Vapor realized he was going to find nothing and decided to let events come to him, so he made his was to the centre of the Town Square and stood there. He looked up at the same sky he had been looking at for the past year, just hoping to see something different and out of place. Again, he saw nothing out of the ordinary; only a plain purple sky.
Vapor remained there for a short while and just as he was about to give up and look elsewhere, he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard a soft voice: "Um... Excuse me?" Vapor reluctantly turned his head 90 degrees to his left and answered.
Her eyes searched the blue ones staring back at her, elongating the seconds as she tried to match any sort of connection. But much to her dismay, the face didn't mesh with her memories. And with a sigh, the small female stepped backward.
"Sorry. I must've mistaken you for... someone else." The problem now, was that this seemed to generate more questions than answers. So if this wasn't the math to her memory, was the silhouette still in this world? Would she give up, or should she keep looking for him? But most of all... She looked like a complete fool to the person she just approached.
But a name vaguely came to mind, and unbeknownst to her, it even left her mouth in a soft "Hairi..."
Vapor looked over his shoulder at the girl who had just approached him waiting for her to state her business. After a couple seconds he got a reply: "Sorry. I must've mistaken you for... someone else."
"What a waste of time" He thought to himself as he turned his head back to face the sky once more. "Hairi.." Vapor then heard the girl say softly. He took a couple seconds to comtemplate whether or not to say anything and decided to ask about this Hairi. He turned to face the small girl and said "Hairi?" in an inquisitive tone.
"I don't know... It just sort of... came to me." Then it hit her. With a smirk, her hands slid behind her back, and she studied this other character curiously, a spark of vivacity gleaming across those frigid blue eyes. "Must have something to do with my memories." At that moment, she figured it out... Well, the name of the apparition in her memories, at least.
So then, who was this "Hairi"?
Perhaps this guy knew. He seemed interested enough in the name. Hope lit those vivacious eyes, unhindered by the orange messy, forward-swept locks that stood before them. "Do you know her?"
If he did know her, maybe he could give her insight and help her retrieve more info on that stranger she knew so little about -- her previous self.
Once Vapor had heard her say she didn't know this Hairi, he was ready to leave but then something the stranger said grabbed his attention. "..my memories." "Her memories?" He thought, "What would they have to do with this?"
He was about to ask but the stranger beat him to the next question by asking if he knew Hairi. "No." Vapor answered almost immediatly after being asked. Of course he didn't know, he only knew of those from his home. This girl intrigued Vapor. He wished to learn more about her. "Your.. memories?" He asked in an attempt to understand what brought her to mention them to a complete stranger.
She gave one ginger nod. "That's all right. I'll just have to keep looking." She seemed chipper about this whole thing... as if the weeks and months she'd been looking for her lost memories didn't weigh her down. Somehow she was unaffected by the gravity of her very predicament (one that Vapor had hardly scratched the surface of). But regardless, Era was determined not to let the fact that she still knew very little about her old self pull her into the dumps. Instead, she took it with a grain of salt, let it roll of her back, and would keep going.
That's the only way she got anywhere. Not to mention, to get into the dumps about something like this -- that would be very selfish of her.
Then he asked about her memories.
"Yes. My memories. I only remember bits and pieces of myself before the accident, but I want to know more. So I decided to search." "The Accident" -- that was the term she'd coined for that fateful day, perhaps one might call it a "rebirth day", as it is the furthest extent of most of her in-tact recollections. That day... The day her journey began.
Only one part of the stranger's response interested Vapor and that was "the accident". What accident could she be talking about? That's what Vapor thought. He took a few seconds to think about what to say and came to the conclusion that helping with her search would be the best option, leaving the details about the accident for later.
"I'll help you search." He told her, and then turned away to face the sky for a third time whilst awaiting a reply from the stranger in response to his offer.
The sky had darkened since Vapor last glanced up at it. Gray clouds formed in patches, already spitting small water droplets at the world below.
The girl glanced up to the imminent storm, then her attention turned toward the boy who had volunteered to help her search for her memories. "I'm not sure you'd want to..." It was a gentle warning that there was something about her that he had yet to learn.
Vapor noticed that the sky had become amidst with clouds and it was beginning to rain, and it looks as though it was going to turn into a storm. This pleased Vapor because he loves the rain and the slight increase in power it gives him.
While still looking up at the incoming storm, Vapor heard the girl's soft voice once more, "I'm not sure you'd want to..." she said. "Why's that?" Vapor then asked her. He had time to waste and could think of no reason why he wouldn't want to help her.
The girl's eyes retraced the clouds above, then went back to the stranger before her. Her head tilted slightly tot he side in an innocent fashion, gravity giving her orange locks a gentle tug. "I seem to bring the storms." And how true it was!
She then unpacked a few more sentences. "I don't know why, but they appear when I do -- or so folks say." Now usually people didn't like their sunny days ruined. They wanted to enjoy the light of the sunset, or the joy of the warmth... But all the rain brought was moisture and cold.
Why would anyone ever want to stick around someone who seemed to carry such things along with them?
"The storms? I like storms." Vapor said whilst continuing to look up at clouds in the sky. The rain was getting heavier at this point, pleasing Vapor. He just stood there and let the rain run down his face and hair and onto the ground.
Vapor then turned his head to the left and looked over his shoulder at the stranger. "Introductions. I'm Vapor." He then fully turned to face the stranger, his feet splashing slightly in the puddles forming beneath their feet. Arms folded, he awaited her reply.
The small female placed her hand before her, offering it to the stranger in a kind introductory gesture. "Nice to meet you. My name's Era." By now, the droplets were beginning to seep through her clothes. She'd have to get somewhere dry soon, or buy herself a set of dry clothes with what little munny filled her pockets.
Her attention wavered for a moment as she looked for a cover -- any cover. Heck, a few feet of roof anywhere would work.
Vapor took the girl's hand and shook it, droplets of water falling off in the proccess. Both of their clothes were beginning to get completely drenched, Vapor didn't mind this but it looked like Era did as she was looking around seemingly for some cover from the storm.
"Over there." Vapor pointed toward a small overhang in a roof which was sheltering the ground beneath it from the rain. He began to slowly wander over toward the roof, his feet splashing in the growing puddles every step he took.
She looked him over again. The name seemed to be a strangely well-placed fit. Usually it took her awhile to adapt someone's name with their face. But this guy -- it seemed she wouldn't have trouble with him.
"Over there." And he pointed to a small harbor from the impending wetness.
Era promptly trotted into the dry spot, sliding over so that Vapor could fit in the dry spot, too. She didn't want to take up the whole place. That would just be ---
KRACKOOOOOOOM!
Her breath hitched as thunder roared just overhead, booming its echoing anger across the darkened sky.
