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[LimeThing]

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Username: Limuma
Name: Tzallico
Gender: Male
Story: (500 words or more about them)
Art: (one piece of art required)
The rest is up to you!

Ideas that will be changed a lot;

• Woke up somewhere, no memories of his back life
• Wandered until someone (Moema) stumbled upon him
• She couldnt recognize him, nor the other way around, Moema is the reincarnation of his daughter
• She takes him to the nearest village and takes care of him
• They start hearing ghost stories and something in him clicks
• He realizes his past is connected to those ghosts so he starts seeking them
• In the meanwhile the ghosts release havoc over Earth
• A word reaches him that Moema is hurt
• Goes back to her aaand enough for today

[LimeThing]

♣ Chapter One ♣

xxxxxxOne moment we have everything. Our hearts are at peace, our goals fulfilled, our reign endless. They chant our names, they praise our persons. We breathe calmly as we great each day with open arms, nothing to fear of. But it all comes to an end sooner or later. Crashing down, tearing voices, pain, and mortality. A gentle light greeted his sore eyes. As he rose up every bone in his body cracked. His view was dizzy, his head hurt. He reached for the nearest tree to support his heavy body. He could not recall where he was nor how he ended up here. All he could remember was the feeling. Strange, yet comforting feeling he knew he could hold onto. The more he tried to recollect his memories the more it hurt. His hand got sore of keeping him standing. He leaned on the rough bark of an old tree and slid down the chunky surface.
xxxxxx"Hello? Are you ok?" A kind female voice woke him from his slumbers. It startled him at first. He took a good long look at the pink viscet before him. She had an insecure smile and eyes shining with a fine will. She wore a bag, necklace, and a few other accessories. She stood in awe of an odd viscet carefully waiting for his response. She repeated herself several times before Tzallico got a pain-free opportunity to state his condition. "I come in peace. My name is Moema and I just want to help you." She talked slowly, making it seem like she is talking to a child. "I'm feeling very fine, thank you for asking. I should be going now, they really need me at the... At the..." Something was blocking his thoughts. He felt like, he knew he had to be somewhere but his brain refused to cooperate. Instead of answers, it gave him more ache. "You don't seem so good. Does your head hurt?" She whispered as she reached out for his forehead. "You're burning." "It does hurt a little, I'm sure I'll be better in no time." He took her hand off himself and tried to get up. His head was getting clearer; it was easier to stand up when the pain is not pulsing in your head.
xxxxxxA few nice smiles and reassuring statements later he was somehow convinced to follow her. He was feeling better, and yet he could not recall anything. It might be some kind of a memory loss, but permanent or not, it sounded like bad news. They arrived to her modest home within only several minutes. A simple wooden house with no flowers or decor inside and out, but still radiating with warmth and hospitality. "So, you can't remember your name, where you came from, nor any slight fragment of your childhood." She concluded from a few small-talks they led. "That's rather interesting. I never had any patients with such a severe case of amnesia." Moema was a traveling medic, and a part-time fortune teller when in need of money. It was a decent life and she liked it just the way it is. "I can't offer much but what I already have. Your memories should come back soon, and since you have nowhere to go, you can stay here for the time being."