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♛ Selene Gallio ♛ (_ofthedamned) wrote, @ 2014-01-23 11:35:00

105 - Memoirs I [Private]
My memories are elusive and I see glimpses of what I used to be before the reincarnation in my dreams. I must record these memories or risk losing them again.

(Written in a spellbound book that Selene keeps in a pocket of magic along with the rest of the spell books she has been studying:)

I remember being a little girl. I remember that everyone I touched or who touched me became drained husks that blew away on the wind as ashes. My people's Elders recognized me for what I was and commanded the entire tribe, including my own mother, to sacrifice their lives to feed me. They thought they could use me to defeat their enemies, harness my powers in ways to control me. But I destroyed them all when they tried to make me obey. My entire tribe fell victim to my touch, my thirst. Their life energy became mine and I grew in power.

I remember they called me a psychic vampire and I wandered the wilderness, lost and alone, for centuries. Every soul who crossed my path became a victim of my touch whether they were meaning to help the lost child I was or to harm. Their lives were pathetic, each day lived with vain hopes. It's unfortunate that I remembered the life of each individual I absorbed. They made me hate them for being normal and weak. For loving.

I remember loving.

I remember one day learning to control it. I learned to touch without killing. In the Hyborian Age, it was. I recall it clearly. I recall the battle with the sorcerer Kulan Gath. That fool.

Then came Rome. Eliphas. His name stands out among others, but I don't recall why. The dream fades and dissolves from there.