21. A memory of the first time they did an activity they love
The voice called louder this time, along with the tell tale shake, causing the morning light to blind me for just a moment.
I quietly gasp as I saw the face of my brother, smiling down towards my young and foolish self.
“Thought I told you we’re training today. You stayed up too late didn’t you?”
He said as he scolded me with the wag of his finger, the only response I could offer being a simple meek nod.
“Ah well. You’re not too tired right? Because..You know what today is.”
I immediately shake my head. I never had time to be exhausted ,especially not now.
“Very good! Then let’s not waste any time.”
My brother says confidently as he grabbed his lance, motioning me to follow, which I do so eagerly. And then..The memory fades..Until it reappears.
“You ready for this, little guy?”
My brother asks as he pats my tense back as I find myself perched on top of a large feathered creature known as the chocobo. I meekly nod my head on more, trying to stop the shaking of my hands.
“You’ll be fine. It’s simple, just keep a firm grip on the reins and let the chocobo lead you.”
My brother explained as I continued to try to cease the shaking of my hands. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding.
“You just have to go for it. Don’t be afraid of what happens.”
His words ring in my ears as I open my eyes, nodding more firmly this time as I swing the reins...And then I feel a rush of speed, the cold Coerthan winds breezing against my face. An exhilarating rush of energy fills me, causing me to smile as I experienced for the first time racing a chocobo....
But. The past always fades....
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I wake up from the dream, graced by sunlight and cold, armor and sword close to my side.
“Hmm...Unusual.” I murmur to himself, pondering upon the glimpse to the past I had just experienced.
“No matter. ‘Tis but a memory.”
Indeed. It did not matter in the end. For I was no longer that child. No longer one so meek, not longer one so dependent.
“There is still much left to do..”
No matter how much injustice is cleaved, more and more appear. A knight’s work is never finished..The world is always in peril...Some more than others. That is why...
“...I will find that place.”
((Thanks for the prompt! @wood-warder ))