Guthixian Memories

Memory 1
...never saw Aagi more alive than the day her horns appeared. It was as if she saw her whole adult life ahead of her, and it filled her with excitement. 'What shall I be, daddy? What shall I do?' I told her she could be and do whatever she wanted. That made her even more excited. She came up with dozens of plans: she would a driviner; a light-sculptor; a butterfly catcher. I sat with her and tried to explain what each role involved. She had so much to learn about the world, but she was so eager. It was too early to guess about what she would be - what she would have been...

Memory 2
...a chance to teach Aagi about the tradition of hospitality. She sat on the nomads lap and nodded like a serious grown-up, although I dont think she understood his story. The nomad told us about a magical disturbance near Astroth. The diviners were ecstatic; saying that it had opened up whole new lines of research. The most popular theory was that it was a portal, and that it was yet to fully open. A portal to another world! The diviners were arranging a welcoming committee...

Memory 3
...since dawn in the refugee camp, and I was exhausted. The news from Askroth became worse and with each band to arrive. The great city of Askroth was no more. Terrified refugees spoke of a blue man the size of a mountain. The diviners had angered him, they said, and in that anger he had razed the city. They pointed to a building on the horizon, built on the ruins of Askroth. The giant's army was marching downriver. Our cities were assembling armies of their own, but I didnt see how they would stand a...

Memory 4
...her sleep had been uneasy. Aagi slept with a frown, clutching her butterfly net. My heart ached to see her my daughter, yet a child, who had lived her meagre few centuries in times of war. How long had it been since I'd heard her laugh? I considered sending her away with the refugees, more of whom left each year, but they were running of places to go. At daybreak, a distant sound roused me. I dashed outside to witness a huge, tusked creature crashing upon the white fortress of the blue giant. The blue giant materialised and grappled with the beast. My heart cried out with hope. Perhaps, finally, this strange beast was our salvation...

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