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[center][h1][b][color=d7beef]Freedom[/color][/b][/h1][sub][color=A69CAF][b]is (not)[/b][/color][/sub]
[h3][i][color=9788A4]Nameless[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
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		She rode the Solar Steed when she became weary after walking, comfortable even without the cushioning of a saddle.

	The Rat of Remembrance was swift, always ahead of them and acting as an assuring sight to she whom had no name.

		She sought her memories, those scattered fragments of her mind that she forsook. An abandoned aspect.
			[i]Hanging above her always, haunting her journey.[/i]

	"My chest hurts." She said, yet they continued without halting. Her heart contained within was confusing her, indeed, confusion was a common occurrence for her now. She was without a home, though the companionship of the two spirits alleviated some of her sorrow. How she would not have survived without them was a worrying thought. Why were they helping her? Where did they come from?

		Her stomach spoke angrily, and she realized she was hungry.

	Without warning, an apple fell upon her head and rolled to afore her eyes, allowing her to catch the culprit.

		"A falling fruit?" She asked aloud, annoyed and confused.

	The Rat of Remembrance answered: [i]"A blessing from your family, I think."[/i]

		She ate in appreciative silence afterwards, contemplating the tasty boon. She wished her friend would tell her more.

	When it rained, she sought shelter. She forged a fire, collecting charred skulls from a forlorn field that burned with ease for whatever reason. She would not complain since she would remain warm. She slept peacefully too, dreaming about the day she had her memories back.

		She had begun to bury the dead that she discovered. There were many. Thousands upon thousands.

	[i]"Ea Nebel shall show these souls to the Path of the Dead."[/i] The Rat of Remembrance stated after the tenth funeral.

		She buried another ten or so before her hand bled too much, and she stepped away.

	She had honored such a meager amount. Why was war so swift to claim so much of creation? Why was she so weak?

		[i]"Do you think you are weak? Is that what we should call you?"[/i] The Solar Steed inquired.

	Weak. It was not the name she desired. She did not know what name she desired. Desire seemed so strange to her.

		[i]"I'm going to call you Kyoko."[/i] The Rat of Remembrance chimed cheerfully, and continued onwards.

			"Kyoko..." She said to herself, having a name now and happy.