Phase 3 - What Would It Mean To Fight, If You've Forgotten Why?
[Closed Entry, Non-Spoiler, Does Not Grant IC-Knowledge To Other People Without Permission]
((OOC: An Open Log is set up here in context with this entry, concerning Friday at Mayfield High and at the Post Office.))
♪ BGM: MEMORY
Dear Mom, Dad,
I haven't done this in awhile, so I felt like writing to you. I remember that I always used to write to you every month, leaving letters in the desk in our home. I doubt this will ever reach you though, so this is more me just writing. I don't know if I'll be writing like this again to be honest, with what's going on. I used to rely so much on writing these letters in the past to help keep myself going. Maybe this will help me cope with things.
It's been a month since I've been here in Mayfield, a strange new place. It's two thousand years in the past, and it feels kind of silly writing this knowing that. I don't even think I'm on Ar Ciel anymore. I live in a house where I'm supposed to be the daughter of two other people. It's like having a family again, where Mom & Dad take care of me while I help them out. We even got a cat, Chen, that I love to play with.
The father of the house, Gat, is kind. He and I don't talk very often, but it's good to hear about things from him, about their world and how similar it is to mine. The mother of the house, Dakki, is a very sweet person. She does feel a lot like a mother to me, and the warmth she gives feels so nice. I feel sort of guilty, feeling like I'd prefer this life in the end.
Most people have been very nice to me since I've been here. A space marine I met, Garvi, feels just like an uncle to me. I feel like I can trust him with things, sort of like a close friend but a lot older. And then there's Ciel, who helped my family. She sounds like she has a different side to her, but I can't ignore that she did help us, the both of them did.
[The writing becomes shakier though still largely readable, with an occasional dried wet spot or two decorating the latter half of the letter.]
That thing they helped with is the reason I'm actually writing this. I came here without anything. Not even my stuffed animal. And no one is here to help make me feel any better. Well, there is Misha, but she's different from the one I've known. It kind of hurts knowing what I know, but her reality is different from my own. I just have to keep believing that she's not the same Misha and not let it get to me.
Just when I was starting to adapt to life here, the town's true self was shown to me. Terrible things happened, the people turned into unnatural things. They claimed my mother, and it was my fault. I'm very glad the town decided to bring her back after it was all over, but it was too much to bear at the time. I can't help but feel that she's the mother I've wanted in my life.
I was brainwashed after the event, and I could see everything. People looking weird at me, and my mother hugging me expecting my real self. All she got was a me that wasn't me. I don't ever want to go through that again. After that, I couldn't bring myself to feel good around either of my parents, and I only caused them grief. They shouldn't beat themselves up for it, it was all my fault, I have nothing to help with.
There's only so much I can do here to not feel helpless and scarred. I can't take it anymore, it hurts to think about me being here, my past left behind. I want to be stronger, I want to protect them. I want to protect everyone in this town, just like the people in my past did for me. I've heard of a P-[A small sharp mark is left extending from the P, as if the head of the pencil broke at that point.]-ost Office that can help me get my powers back. If something happens to me after this, I want you to know that I think I love you. I can't tell who this letter is meant for anymore, so I think that's all I can say for now.
Your daughter,
Aurica
((OOC: An Open Log is set up here in context with this entry, concerning Friday at Mayfield High and at the Post Office.))
♪ BGM: MEMORY
Dear Mom, Dad,
I haven't done this in awhile, so I felt like writing to you. I remember that I always used to write to you every month, leaving letters in the desk in our home. I doubt this will ever reach you though, so this is more me just writing. I don't know if I'll be writing like this again to be honest, with what's going on. I used to rely so much on writing these letters in the past to help keep myself going. Maybe this will help me cope with things.
It's been a month since I've been here in Mayfield, a strange new place. It's two thousand years in the past, and it feels kind of silly writing this knowing that. I don't even think I'm on Ar Ciel anymore. I live in a house where I'm supposed to be the daughter of two other people. It's like having a family again, where Mom & Dad take care of me while I help them out. We even got a cat, Chen, that I love to play with.
The father of the house, Gat, is kind. He and I don't talk very often, but it's good to hear about things from him, about their world and how similar it is to mine. The mother of the house, Dakki, is a very sweet person. She does feel a lot like a mother to me, and the warmth she gives feels so nice. I feel sort of guilty, feeling like I'd prefer this life in the end.
Most people have been very nice to me since I've been here. A space marine I met, Garvi, feels just like an uncle to me. I feel like I can trust him with things, sort of like a close friend but a lot older. And then there's Ciel, who helped my family. She sounds like she has a different side to her, but I can't ignore that she did help us, the both of them did.
[The writing becomes shakier though still largely readable, with an occasional dried wet spot or two decorating the latter half of the letter.]
That thing they helped with is the reason I'm actually writing this. I came here without anything. Not even my stuffed animal. And no one is here to help make me feel any better. Well, there is Misha, but she's different from the one I've known. It kind of hurts knowing what I know, but her reality is different from my own. I just have to keep believing that she's not the same Misha and not let it get to me.
Just when I was starting to adapt to life here, the town's true self was shown to me. Terrible things happened, the people turned into unnatural things. They claimed my mother, and it was my fault. I'm very glad the town decided to bring her back after it was all over, but it was too much to bear at the time. I can't help but feel that she's the mother I've wanted in my life.
I was brainwashed after the event, and I could see everything. People looking weird at me, and my mother hugging me expecting my real self. All she got was a me that wasn't me. I don't ever want to go through that again. After that, I couldn't bring myself to feel good around either of my parents, and I only caused them grief. They shouldn't beat themselves up for it, it was all my fault, I have nothing to help with.
There's only so much I can do here to not feel helpless and scarred. I can't take it anymore, it hurts to think about me being here, my past left behind. I want to be stronger, I want to protect them. I want to protect everyone in this town, just like the people in my past did for me. I've heard of a P-[A small sharp mark is left extending from the P, as if the head of the pencil broke at that point.]-ost Office that can help me get my powers back. If something happens to me after this, I want you to know that I think I love you. I can't tell who this letter is meant for anymore, so I think that's all I can say for now.
Your daughter,
Aurica