Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Official Entry Thread

[Michou]

To see Emet-Selch brought anger to me, but then, it brought confusion. He wanted to seek an alliance between the Asicans and I. He presented the challenge of me being able to take on all the light from the Lightwardens and overcome the power that would come with it. I thought he was mad, but this was something on another level of crazy. He would join us along our journey, keeping an eye on me and my progress. But along the way, I learned quite a bit about Emet-Selch and the other Asians.

It was strange to walk alongside my enemy, to talk, and to make banter with Emet-Selch. My anger turned to confusion, caution, curious, and then excitedness. It was fun to learn about him and his world. I would always seek him our to pester him for more knowledge about his life and memories. I was always excited to hear more about him and grew to enjoy his company. Honestly, I wanted him to continue to be by our side until the end. But I knew our journey together would end by my hands.

Reality reminded me that Emet-Selch still needed to be stopped. He would end us all to bring back the life he once lived and was suffering more than any of us could understand. I hated the thought, I wanted to learn more about Emet-Selch, about his life, the way his world functioned, what his duty was, there were so many questions left unanswered. And I do not think I will ever get the chance to get those questions answered again. To have to end the life of such a great man brought me to tears many, many times.

Our lives are both equal in our own eyes, yet only one world could survive. We have both lost so much, himself more so than I, but I wanted to preserve what he had given us. Preserve the knowledge that there was an amazing, beautiful, perfect world before us. Preserve the lives of those who once were in Emet-Selch world. Preserve the memories that he had and to share all of it with the world.

Remember… remember us… remember… that we once lived.

I will remember you Emet-Selch. I will remember our journey together, the laughs we had, the knowledge you have given me. I will remember you until the day I can no longer fight anymore. And when that day comes, I will share your story. I will not be the only one who remembers you.

I did not get the chance to tell you before but thank you for the compliment – as odd as it was – thank you for everything.

(I would like the Mandragora Choker, please and thank you.)

[Kanzy0]

Kanzashi had been waiting in the Quicksand for ten minutes. She set down her now emptied cup of juice next to the two others. She looked around the room for any sign of Rohubu, but was not able to see him.

“Waiting long?” asked Rohubu as he walked up to the table. Kanzashi’s ears perked up as she turned to face her friend. She immediately looked away as she tried to stifle her laugh. “What are you wearing?”
Rohubu was covered in steel. The head, shoulders, and arms were all connected together and was a dark green color. “You like it?” Kanzashi was now laughing openly, much to the surprise of the other patrons. “You look like a turtle!”
“Wait, don’t tell me the armor is green!” Defeated, Rohubu took off the armor and sat down at the table. “Had I known I probably wouldn’t have bought it.”
“Let me guess, it was on sale?” Kanzashi had a mischievous smirk on her face.
“How was I supposed to know? I’m colorblind.” Rohubu’s ears drooped to match the frown on his face.

A waitress placed a new cup on the table. “Here’s another juice. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“I’ll just have an ale,” Rohubu muttered.
The waitress gave a slight bow. “By the way, I thought the armor was lovely. It matches your hair.”.

“Uhh, Hubu? You alright? Your face is pale.”
“Be honest. Is my hair green?”
“Of course it is.” Rohubu’s face slammed into the table with a loud ‘thump’. “How hard is it to find a Fantasia again?”
“The elixir that lets you change who you are? You’re going to use something that rare and powerful to change your hair dye?”
“YES!” Rohubu slammed the table so hard that the empty cups fell off. Realizing he had caused another commotion, he apologized and paid a few extra gil for the trouble.

Kanzashi took a long sip of her juice. “You said you had something to tell me.”
“Oh, right. You’re looking at the newest gladiator!”
“A class change, then. I thought you liked lancer?”
“I did,” Rohubu nodded. “But I felt like I was always missing something. When I put on the shield it all started making since. I need to be looking down the face of death. That’s where I truly feel alive.” Rohubu wanted to throw his fist into the air, but decided better after the trouble he had made.

“I see.” Kanzashi smiled as she finished her cup. “That means you’ll be on the front lines, you know. Looks like it's up to me to keep you in one piece. Please keep me safe.”
“You keep me alive, tree hugger.” Kanzashi’s face grew red with anger, much to Rohubu’s amusement. “I’m not a tree-hugger! You don’t even understand what conjury is, do you?!?” Rohubu’s roaring laughter echoed through the tavern as he ignored the lady bunny’s angry protests.

(If I had the honor of being chosen, I would like the Ahriman Choker. Thank you for your consideration)