User blog:Orion's Dagger/Secrets of the Nameless

I am Huginn.

I am Muninn.

Memories should be remembered.

Histories should be remembered.

There are some few who deny that.

They wish to forget, yet still they cannot.

They chronicle, yet wish not to be chronicled themselves.

We will chronicle them.

We will chronicle.

The elder was a wizard named Lorem Ipsum Memorium.

He made a pact with us when he was young.

He saw the power in names.

And the danger.

He built a Library.

The Library.

We are his benefactors.

We are his masters.

He has friends.

The Master Merlin and the Forgotten One's Claim.

The great wizard and the warlock.

What an unfortunate group.

The second one was a god.

His name was Hodr.

He is supposed to be dead.

He is not, he was saved from his brother Vali.

He is supposed to be dead.

He carries the mistletoe even now.

He is miserable in himself.

Wishes to change the past.

He should not.

He cannot.

The third was the Queen of the Red Flame.

That name must mean nothing to any of you.

It shouldn't, she and her kingdom were erased.

They were powerful, but their resources were leeched, their power dwindled.

A traitor on the inside, but she doesn't know that.

For honor, she led her people on one last war march.

And they died.

She found she could not, and believed herself cursed.

She was not.

Her enemies destroyed her history.

Her conquests.

Even her gods.

She cries every day at 6 East Africa Time.

That is the time the war started.

It was not a long war.

The fourth was a demon's wife.

Vapula's wife.

She summoned him for philosophy.

She summoned him a second time out of love.

They married, eventually, she became something like a demon herself.

They were strong together.

'''Then, something happened. Outside forces.'''

Vapula's mind was lost, he was forced to attack his own wife.

She wept for 30 days and 30 nights after she was forced to kill him in defense.

Lorem Ipsum Memorium showed her how to honor his name.

'''They made his name into her weapon. A powerful axe.'''

It is wielded with the strength as though both are there.

Perhaps they really are.

Her name was Zillah, and she loved the night sky.

The fifth is young.

He forgets he is not honoring his memory.

Marcoux Wronski visits his siblings.

Marcoux Wronski secretly searches for the fate of his father.

He should not.

Yet he does.

We like him.

They have been archived.

Yes.

They will not realize others may learn.

No.

They will be forced to face themselves properly.

Not yet, however.

Not yet.