Cyril was walking aimlessly around in his ship. He was trying to reminisce about recent memories, but it seemed he already done it too soon. He was all reminisced out. Oh, no, wait. Cyril had OLD memories to reminisce about! Cyril went back, waay back.
He remembered Lily, leaning over his-
Nope. Cyril shut his eyes tight and shook his, too far back. Too painful. Let’s just try something a bit more recent than that.
Cyril remembered fire and hell, raining down on his beautiful home-
“SON OF A BITCH.” Cyril muttered, loudly. One more time.
Cyril remembered fire and hell, raining down on his beautiful home- FOR THE SECOND TIME.
“GAH!” Cyril speed walked through the pristine, white medical bay and into his large study slash console room. Cyril let his hands run over the main hexagonal control panel of his ship. Cyril still had not gotten around to naming the damn thing. Cyril let his lips droop a bit, perhaps he should start making new memories? Yes, Cyril though- spirits slowly lifting, that’s what he’d do. He would go somewhere new and untarnished to explore and have fun at! Cyril tinkered with the controls and ran around the control panel like an excited child. With a flourish he pulled a level and the ship shook and glowed. Almost before the shaking stopped, Cyril ran to the door and threw it open.
Before him stood a place he had been before, but never without some dire responsibility. It was… um. It was bright? Cyril was in a meadow of some sort with large, glorious mountains rising above him and the meadow. Cyril spun around in a circle like in that movie where the lady is escaping the Nazis. He kicked up a small whirl of flowers with his ki and they fell around him dramatically. Yes, truly a picture perfect moment. It was really beautiful guys. Cyril looked up at the glorious mountains and decided that he wanted to climb them and reached the very top. Very poetic guys. Little did he know that he would soon be absorbed by someone else’s memories and learn a new technique. HEAVY HANDED FORESHADOWING THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY FORESHADOWING BECAUSE I’VE LITERALLY TOLD YOU WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IN THE FUTURE. SO I GUESS IT IS NOT CONSIDERED FORSHADOWING ANYMORE. I THINK.
Anyway, Cyril was looking at those damned beautiful mountains and decided that he wanted to absolutely conquer them with nothing but his feet. No wings and no other type of flight that doesn’t require wings. Cyril was going to climb that mountain like everyone else and enjoy the ride. He was going to climb that mountain like everyone else, if everyone else had super endurance like Cyril did that is. If not, then he was still sort of cheating. Whatever, not like it mattered much. Cyril began his ascent of the mountain. Beautiful vistas rose to meet him at everyone corner. Flowers of every variety splayed their vivid colors across the green ground. Birds chirped and shit. It was nice. Real nice. Unfortunately, Cyril made a wrong step while passing by a cave and was frozen in place.
Suddenly the beautiful mountains were not so beautiful. Or mountains. Everything was a huge, leveled battlefield and warriors unknown to Cyril milled about before their battle began anew. “Yo, Mick!” Someone yelled, “Could you teach this guy Shatter Beam?”
Cyril turned without meaning to and answered, “Yeah sure!” Cyril, in someone else’s memories it seemed, floated in the air, “Watch this.” Cyril shot a huge beam and it shattered mid-air like delicate crystal fragments went everywhere and the soldiers complained loudly.
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