Library: Birth of an Old Soul

A sensation of sudden movement... Blue-red skies, wispy clouds which stirred memories it couldn't quite grasp. Mountains that rose in might to battle the raging violent ocean, rivers that frollicked and rolled into... villages, and cities. Life. People. So much life, so many actions, it was impossible to contemplate in this form, but a promise of understanding to come. A hint of recollection. Then, a shell, a body. Pulling, yearning to be filled with life. The movement focuses, centres, and suddenly all there is is birth. Pain and fear. And then, Puppaz opened his eyes. Puppaz, that name didn't seem right, wasn't it called something else? Pride... Honour... Valar... Or was it that valar was wrong, puppaz, years of differing lives, memories of violence, death, unspeakably evil acts... The two sides of this new life, the soul of Valar and the history of its new shell, Puppaz combatted but for a moment, the eyes rolling about in the new body desperately seeking resolution. And then... solitude, awareness... and such guilt. Puppaz the Valar rose unsteadily to his feet, and contemplated the rising sun. So many rising and falling memories, some acts of kindness, but so much evil. So much cruelty. His fists clenched and his step became sure as he strode across to study his imediate surroundings. Tools of destruction, once used for dark acts, now must be bent to the will of light, of creation. There was much to be done...

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Library: Birth of an Old Soul