Rayclast Styxx - A Story of Memories - Chapter Two - River Styx

Chapter One - Sin

A river of memories flows deep in the hells.

There where both dream and thought will eternally ring bells.

A prophecy foretells that with passion demise will approach.

Henceforth lock such passion from dreams and memories so such will not encroach.

Even with aimless wandering sins of the past will eventually catch up to those that commit them. Claiming a soul, let alone if good or evil, is a deed so vile that even the gods look down upon it in disgust. Her faith to her deity was without limit though. As a seeker of the Moon Mother, Rayclast ventured far west to the Sword Coast. Within the walls of Baldur's Gate did she seek a shrine dedicated to Selune. A priestess attending to the altar upon a full moon midnight. Silver robe and hair upon fair sky and golden eyes. The Aasimar turned to look towards the wandering fox-spirit. Over her long journey her once pale skin now turned black. Golden hair now a midnight obsidian. Eyes from their ocean blues to deep sea blue, where light barely even shines.

"Oh my, what have we here? Like a shadow of the Moon Mother's sister in physique and similarly lost in mind. Yet to her you come instead of the shadow that haunts us all. Is it salvation thou dost seek?" The priestess uttered in the gentlest of voices. Rayclast slumped to her knees before the woman with her head lowered deeply. The Priestess set her hand upon the raven hair, gently brushing over it as words were continued to be spoken. "Worry not little fox. You bare just one tail so far. With more comes more tragedy but also wisdom." Kneeling down with Rayclast the priestess brushed her hand along the Kitsune's cheek. "Listen to me, little fox. I have a tale to tell." Captivated, Rayclast ascended her gaze to that of the priestesses as the priestess began to tell of the tale.

"This is a story of light and dark. Where Moon and Dark fought eternally in the sky above. Every cycle when the moon did pass, the darkness had won. But such a win was but a temporary victory for on the next day the moon rised once more to bring light upon the sky. Even after every defeat, the moon continued to rise again. All the pain that was had turned to stars to further aid that light that shone from our Lady, the Moon. You... are now the very same. A gentle being once so pale, struck with light in both body and mind, now torn down to be darkness alone. But you have the chance to dawn again. Rise as the Moon Mother does to spread light, even as you are in your darkest moment." A gentle smile was given to the fox-spirit. Lost Rayclast watched on, looking for even more guidance. "This path won't be done in an instant, nor a day, a week or years to come. But eventually that light will return to you again and a beacon of light will be what remains - brighter then the rest and then what I could ever be. Your faith brought you here after all where others would have surrendered already."

"But how can I stop these voices in my head?" Rayclast chimed out in a begging tone.

The priestess smiled, closing her eyes a moment before opening them yet again to stare at the lost being before her. "Sometimes voices stop when you give them nothing in return. Close your heart and fullfill your mind with only purpose. Serenity, neutrality and duty. For with passion will come emotion and emotion, while blissfully sweet, is a commodity that remains locked for you till you shine at it's fullest again. The dark that has claimed you will otherwise use it to do the unspeakable that not even I could begin to fathom."

Rayclast slowly rose together with the priestess. Hands together as they stared into each other's eyes. The priestess then continued to speak. "You are like a well of memories with a lurking dark around you. Hold tight to these memories and make sure that the dark will never be able to take from it, for every memory you have gained is as valueable as a soul."

"Like the River Styx?" Rayclast asked, canting her head to the right. The priestess offered a gentle smile accompanying a nod.

"Yes... much like the River Styx." She uttered with a hint of mirth.

Chapter Three - An End but a Beginning