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[center][h1][b][color=fdc68a]Rekindle[/color][/b][/h1]
[h3][i][color=f9ad81]Anath Homura & Family[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
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		[i]Perhaps we spend the beginning of our lives making mistakes…
			Perhaps we spend the rest of our lives atoning for those mistakes…[/i]

	At first, those that were reincarnated found that they could not articulate the thoughts and memories that shaped their minds, yet the comprehensive lexicon they had been granted upon birth quickly bestowed upon them the words which would carry the meaning they sought to convey. They could perceive their surroundings, and they understood that they were where they belonged, but a question weighed heavily upon them - what would be the first step for fulfilling their purpose?

	Before any of them could ask, their question was answered for them when Pride and Fear dashed forward and swiftly embraced them, followed by the illusions of Harmony and Desire. The welcoming love and warmth that enveloped them was wondrous, and aligned with their prescribed purpose, bringing all of them an immense amount of joy that they clung onto. Pride and Fear possessed the sorrows of an older time, and their tears mingling with their compassion confused the blithesome four that did not remember all that had happened - blissfully ignorant.

	Desire did not allow herself to be completely distracted by the wonderful reunion, as she detected the quiet conversation between the actual Harmony and Anath Homura, while the latter lazily healed the former where she lay. [i]“WhY? YoU FoRsAke uS?”[/i] The disfigured goddess had asked with a hint of anger within her warped words.

	[b][i]“I cannot join the telepathic bond between you and the others. Be patient now and speak after I have healed you.”[/i][/b] Their mother replied, and Desire deigned not to fully involve herself, instead merely listening to the two of them. She watched as the terrible gaping wound upon her sister was slowly sealed and restored to smooth unblemished skin, but she sensed the lingering presence of something strange and sinister left upon Harmony.

	“Why did you forsake us? Abandon us… with Zima, and Garle, and Chailiss. Why did you never return to us, or answer our prayers?” She spoke monotonously, yet Desire could feel all of the unuttered emotions within Harmony through their faint connection. The distant voices of those that were forever-fused, yet still sought to be heard, and now begged for an answer. Desire wondered whether their mother could even hear them, or if it was an unavailing endeavor in the end, and if the truth remained ever elusive. It was weird hearing those far away sounds when she also could hear them so clearly now, as she briefly glanced back at the rest of her sisters conversing excitedly.

	[b][i]“I could not save you… I am not infallible, or omnipotent. I did what I could to prevent our annihilation. Much was sacrificed…”[/i][/b] Anath Homura whispered as though to speak too loudly would call forth an unfathomable amount of suffering. None amongst them could condemn her for seeking to avoid the painful past, as they recognized how much it could hurt when just recalling the memories.

	“If you seek our forgiveness then I require another promise. You must protect them and provide for their proper childhood. Let them experience youth and become adults - unlike us. Do this, and I shall serve you faithfully. You will have attained my forgiveness.” Harmony intoned, and it was a proposal that Desire did not expect to be offered to their mother.

	[b][i]“Another compromise… Has my generosity given birth to your hubris? Do you seek to become my nemesis?”[/i][/b] Anath Homura teased, her tone too spiteful to be actual resentment, and yet the haunted hint of a smile along with suddenly leaning too close to the healed Harmony… Desire felt frightened. She was afraid, especially since she could not articulate the exact reason for her emotional state.

	“Do not delude yourself. Your love is a lie, and you are an abomination.” Harmony rebuked, and evident in her eyes was the yearning to strike her mother, yet she did not. She stayed seemingly limp as the ancient goddess loomed over her like a shadow smothering the light, threatening to overwhelm her. Desire cringed when she realized that she had been rather distracted, and her illusions of herself and Harmony were under scrutiny by the rest of her sisters. Desire let her phantom pummel Courage, and that was fortunately enough of a clever solution to thwart further suspicion somehow.

	[b][i]“And yet you have chosen to remain here with me… Enough of this. Please speak with your sisters. It is time for catharsis - so dance and sing for me.”[/i][/b] Anath Homura said as she stepped back and moved to merge with her own illusion, letting Harmony arise and do the same beside Desire. The interior of the citadel had been cleansed of gore, and all evidence of their clash had been visibly dealt with, so the shroud that concealed their true positions and voices was no longer necessary, nor maintained, which brought Desire a great amount of relief.

	Desire and Harmony were able to actually hold onto their sisters now, affectionately squeezing all of them into another group hug, carefully considering the fragility of their forms, and the two twin goddesses grinned as they cherished this moment they had waited a long time for. Desire and Harmony had held onto many memories that belong to those that were reborn, and finally they could return those memories, though both had agreed upon limiting some of the more gruesome and personal details.

	“Let us perform!” Desire exclaimed, and smiled as her words were accompanied by an otherworldly orchestra that produced playful music. They all quickly clasped hands after they arranged themselves in a small circle, and all of them watched as their reflections upon the shimmering floor multiplied and became partially merged. Their reflections emerged from the floor, and the daughters of Anath Homura could see a number of differences between them and the myriad of those that continued to emerge from beneath their feet and within their closed circle.

	There were those amongst their arisen reflections that wore alternative attires and accessories, and carried an ensemble of distinctive artifacts, all of which were obviously unfamiliar to Courage, Kindness, Curiosity, and Wanderer, as they watched with confusion while their strange simulacrums continued to dance around them. Then the emboldened melody enchanted their emotions, and a subtle spell was cast that let them see beyond the limitations and boundaries of a singular perspective.

	Thoughts and memories began to flow from their minds and meld into the spiritual sea that existed between their bodies. They were connected by a bond that allowed them to share their sentiments and experiences, letting each of them understand every word that they had ever uttered throughout their existence, letting them see every piece of their imagination that had painted their reality. It was an extreme level of intimacy that concerned those that were still ashamed of themselves, but also enticed them with an abundance of knowledge and a unified perspective.

	The reflections passed through and overlapped each other and their origins, like threads being entwined when weaving, and the daughters of Anath Homura achieved an awareness of their entirety as many minds came together to process every aspect of their being, like looking through many mirrors at once, while seeing through the eyes of all the reflections staring back. Additional angles and views that granted greater clarity when they all merged and those that were reborn then received their prior memories.

	The seen and shifting symbols of the Gnosis pulsated vividly, as eight shapes swirled and capered with reminiscent revelry igniting their forms. They were agile and wild, enraptured by the tune of the otherworldly orchestra and the familiar presence of each other. Their inner flames were alive and animated, burning bright with warm companionship, as the more was always merrier for them. Though they would each have their secrets and ambitions unrelated to each other, their telepathic bond would keep them connected to each other even when they would be separated.

	Their ritualistic and elated dance was not interrupted by the inclusion of thin scarlet streams and ruby rivelets that splashed and seeped into those that did not possess the essence of divinity. It was already accepted amongst all of them when the sacred signs of sorcery appeared on the skin of Courage, Kindness, Fear, Curiosity, Wanderer, and Pride, for they would always remain set upon the Sacred Path as per the will of the one that created them. It was simply considered another aspect of their rebirth.

	The twin goddesses and the anointed champions continued to cheerfully twirl and sway, as the music changed again and again, melody after melody, a seemingly endless embodiment of soothing motion and sounds. Anath Homura sighed to herself, as she also embraced the temporary respite from the seemingly perpetual ache in her heart, and acknowledged that she had yet to be truthfully forgiven. 

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The reincarnated daughters of Anath Homura reunite with their sisters, while Desire listens to a whispered conversation between Harmony and their mother. Afterwards, all of the sisters come together and perform a ritual that unifies their minds, as Anath Homura transforms Courage, Kindness, Fear, Curiosity, Wanderer, and Pride, all into champions.
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No Might is expended.
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