Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

“I’m so glad I could come to this time period,” she stated, meaning every word.
Legis smiled. “I’m delighted that I could be of service. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”
He bowed deeply to her before leaving for the coronation. Sunlight streamed in from the windows, shining off the back of his official dress. Tinasha watched him go with a myriad of emotions in her throat.

What was despair?
It wasn’t the same thing as death.
Death was something he had experienced many times already. He had repeatedly witnessed his own passing and the passing of others.
Tragedy had numbed his emotions.
He stood frozen at the beginning of the beginning, screaming and insane. Ultimately, he had come to believe that no matter when or how a person dies, death itself had no meaning.

The coronation began on schedule.
Tinasha was not seated with the guests, for she was in charge of security. That stationed her right to the side of the entryway, where she could monitor the network of spells she had laid out.
She stood to the back of the central altar, and it obscured her view, creating a blind spot of the front. Still, she knew Oscar was seated there. They had both been so busy in the past few days that they hadn’t been able to meet, which was in line with the Farsas tradition for the betrothed anyway. As often happened whenever Tinasha was incredibly swamped, the whole thing felt like some nostalgic dream of bygone days.
“Although he’d probably be annoyed with me if I told him that,” she murmured.
As her wedding was not for another two days, she was between titles at present. While Tuldarr treated her like a royal, she was no longer a queen, nor a princess.
She had taken advantage of that to position herself behind the scenes of the coronation.
Tinasha’s dark eyes were closed so she could focus her awareness on the defensive spells, but she still heard Legis delivering his opening remarks up on the dais. His pointed yet tolerant message expressed his personality very well; Tinasha smiled.
For the time being, she didn’t detect anything suspicious. The coronation was scheduled to finish in another five minutes. Tinasha sensed Pamyra’s magic as the woman approached on patrol, and she waved to her without opening her eyes.
And that was when Tinasha furrowed her brow.
There was something—a voice only she could hear was calling.
The magic was faint, though that did not reflect on the strength of the speaker’s power. Instead, it meant the magic had been engineered only to reach her, cleverly weaving through the castle wards. Had such an adroit mage in possession of such spectacular magic served the court, their name might have gone down in history.
Instead, this person operated in the shadows, plotting and scheming. Tinasha couldn’t imagine what this certain individual, endowed with vast archives and memories of lost lifetimes, was thinking, or what they might attempt.
The message that came to her consisted of congratulations on the new king’s coronation and well wishes on her upcoming nuptials. But there was no way she could accept that at face value, nor did she trust the sender to be genuine.
Legis’s speech finished.
Raucous applause burst forth at this birth of a new king. The fervor and excitement in the cathedral reached a fever pitch.
With this, a new chapter of history would dawn on Tuldarr. Tinasha wished the people living in this country eternal happiness. Hopefully, they would know the protection of a well-founded government.
That was one more reason why she couldn’t let any schemers do as they pleased.
The network of security spells Tinasha had set for the coronation had fifteen parts, each monitored by several mages. She was only within the spells’ coverage to keep an eye on them. Her absence would not alter the magic.
The decision took only a moment. Tinasha honed her consciousness to a point and followed the voice, locating it at the edge of a very small, very fine hidden spell.
He wasn’t going to get away again. She wouldn’t let him.
This time, she would capture him, control him, and make him surrender. There could be no mercy.
At last, she located him. He was within Tuldarr but was a considerable distance away.
Such a gap didn’t matter to Tinasha, though. She forced a link to the place, tracing his magic and pulling the coordinates from his spell.
As her lips curled in a defiant grin, she vanished with no incantation, leaving the cathedral brimming with enthusiasm.
Tinasha’s surroundings rearranged around her. She had landed in the middle of a wide field. Wind streamed across the grass, making it undulate like waves.
Standing in the center of the field was Valt, who smiled delightedly at her arrival. “Ah, so you came. You’re the only one who could trace my location, despite all my camouflaging.”
Without answering, Tinasha lifted her right hand, placing a teleportation ban on the area.
Valt looked surprised, but it was unclear whether this was because of the speed of her action, her decision, or the complexity of the spell. His tone was glowing as he praised her. “Wonderful work as always. But there’s no need to rush. I have no intention of running.”
“How admirable. Does that mean you’re ready to die?”
“Of course. I am ready to die anywhere and at any time. I’ve been ready for a long time. However…this moment will never come again. Do you truly understand the significance of that?”
Valt gazed up. Clouds drifted rapidly across the sky.
Loneliness he failed to suppress shone in his eyes—an emotion he couldn’t share with others.
He pointed to a spot on the empty field. “Once upon a time, an azure tower stood there. The tower was equipped with a series of trials, be it traps or monsters. Those who beat them all and reached the top level would be granted a wish from the witch who lived there. But now that tower doesn’t exist—it never did.”
“And was that witch me?”
“It was. The Witch of the Azure Moon—the fifth witch and hailed as the strongest. That is a version of you that no longer exists. Are you surprised?”
“A little, although I had some vague idea,” Tinasha replied, tucking her black hair behind her ears to keep the wind from whipping it up.
How had she been married to Oscar before the world was changed, despite their differing eras?
Why hadn’t he ever explained it?
There was only one sort of being who possessed mighty power and lived for centuries.
Tinasha had remained unconvinced by that alone, however. That was why she’d frozen up when Valt said that name so abruptly the last time they spoke.
Valt’s gaze dropped to the barren plain at their feet. “You built a tower in this wasteland and lived there alone. You were much stronger and colder than you are now. That’s why I rejoiced when I discovered that you hadn’t become a witch this time and that you had put yourself in a magic sleep. Come, let’s go and retrieve the other half of Eleterria. It’s time to bring all of this to an end.”
Valt drew out a small white box. Both of them knew what was inside. While on guard against him, for she had no idea what he was thinking, Tinasha licked her lips. “I’m not going. Give that back.”
“You’ll go, and willingly. I know how effective hostages are at swaying you,” Valt said lightly, and he snapped his fingers. The world shuddered a bit.
A hint of magic drifted through the air. Tinasha frowned. “What are you…?”
“I’ve put just a bit of power into a spell. You can tell what it is, can’t you?” Valt replied, closing his eyes and looking confident.
Tinasha glared daggers at that calm, composed face and followed the faint traces of magic to their source. It went on and on, stretching far into the distance on a path that branched and forked, but finally, she grasped the complete picture.
Once Tinasha understood, she was struck dumb. “That’s insane.”
“Do you see? The best hostage I could take to move you would be Tuldarr itself.”
Valt’s spell was an enormous magic circle linking five cities and towns in a ring, with the castle city in the center. Rigged up out of sight, it would erupt into a conflagration once triggered. The flames would then consume the lives of all inside, using them as catalysts to summon up more magic until they swirled into a firestorm that would destroy the entire country. The spell was designed to massacre on a terrifyingly large scale.
A twisted expression formed on Valt’s face. “If you refuse to cooperate, I will ruin Tuldarr.”
Tinasha shuddered to imagine such an unprecedented forbidden curse.
There was, at least, magic in place within the capital city that prevented any unauthorized widespread spells. Yet this had slipped past that defense.
“No… Did you shrink down the magic for the spell itself to the smallest it could go? You made it so weak it would never have any effect, ordinarily. To compensate, you made the configuration as intricate and complex as possible…”
“Ultimately, it’s much more difficult to defend than to attack. All the deciding power lies with the aggressor: where to attack, how to do it, and when. Admittedly, it would’ve been difficult for any ordinary person to lay the groundwork on such a massive scale. We drew up dozens and dozens of spells so small you wouldn’t notice until the very last minute, and then we connected them. Oh, but it did make us uneasy when someone discovered a half-finished spell once and tried to use it,” Valt explained blithely, though the level of spellwork here was anything but normal.
To have come so far with such a massive, forbidden work required vast reserves of magic, exceptional spell-casting ability, and fierce tenacity.
And not only that…
“Where did you learn of this spell?” Tinasha demanded. “There are many forbidden curses that use souls as catalysts to summon magic, but this is one that was used four hundred years ago, and no records remain of it.”
It was the very spell that Lanak, Tinasha’s fellow candidate for the throne, sought to use on her when she was young. Here it was again, targeting her anew, but knowledge of this magic should have perished.
Valt gave her a wan smile. “We acquire knowledge and pass it down. Some of us, in lifetimes past, were close to your fiancé.”
“This isn’t funny. Are you saying that your people have acted in the shadows of history this entire time?”
“Surely not. The Time-Reader clan is not as all-encompassing as you may believe. Our founder was only one person. The next heir can’t awaken to their powers until their predecessor dies. The only thing we know about the other heirs, past and future, is their names. Everything else we must relay via journals and memoirs. It’s an inconvenient, lonely existence,” Valt said bitterly, his face conveying only sadness and gloom.
But then his enigmatic smile returned. “It has taken more than three months, from the time we began laying the groundwork for the spell up until the finishing touches. We had to be exceedingly careful not to trip Tuldarr’s surveillance network and alert you. Ironically, you would have noticed if we’d prepared this in Farsas. Considering the scope of this spell, it is constantly emitting low-grade magic. However, Tuldarr is a nation of mages. The faintest trace of odd magic wouldn’t give you pause, would it?”
Tinasha gritted her teeth at the enormity of her blunder. Yes, she had sensed stray bits of magical power, and she’d found them strange—many times now. But as Valt said, she had never investigated.
And now, her carelessness had brought her here, to the worst possible outcome.
Caught in the full force of Tinasha’s murderous stare, Valt shrugged. “Allow me to say that I am not the one who cast this spell. If you kill me, the caster will trigger it. Ah, and don’t think of telling anyone. No one can do a thing to stop this. Within the spell are five definition names.”
Such was the thoroughness of Valt’s plan, and how cautiously he had arranged everything.
Tinasha’s irrepressible emotions made her magic start to roil and seethe. “You would go this far to get Eleterria…? What do you mean to do by changing the past?”
“I have a mere personal wish,” he answered, which was the exact opposite of what Tinasha, one who would do anything for her country, had expected.
She understood that some people weren’t like her. For most people, in fact, what was worth doing and what they wanted to do didn’t equal out. Valt was a prime example.
“I feel no guilt at all, no matter how many I must sacrifice. Regardless of how I die, it is only for a moment. It’s all overwritten before long. That’s how we’ve always done things.”
Tinasha sensed a quietly flickering flame deep within the man’s eyes and voice.
A cynical grin twisted Valt’s lips. “Shall I let you in on a little something? Do you want to know why I picked Tuldarr for my target?”
“Isn’t it because it’s my homeland?”
“Yes, that’s certainly part of it. I know the nation is your weak point. You’d never abandon Tuldarr. But there’s more to it than that. Ordinarily, that country shouldn’t exist.”
“Excuse me?”
What was he on about? Tuldarr had been founded five hundred years before Tinasha’s birth. It was one of the most long-lived nations in all the land.
What did Valt mean by claiming it shouldn’t exist? How had things gotten overwritten to make that…?
Gasping, Tinasha clapped a trembling hand over her mouth. “No…!”
That couldn’t be. He was referring to her.
On that night four centuries ago, she would have been the only casualty if he hadn’t stepped in.
After suffering a betrayal by her only family in the world, she fled Tuldarr and became a witch. That was the original sequence of events. Yet because she’d met Oscar back then and he told her that he knew she could control the colossal magic coursing and raging through her, none of it had ever transpired. Because of Tinasha…
“Tuldarr actually fell the night they ripped you open,” Valt stated, the words sounding heartless to Tinasha’s ears.
She pressed an unconscious hand to her unmarred stomach. “But how? I controlled that magic…”
“Yes. You triumphed even on the brink of death. But the catalyst for the forbidden curse was not the same. Magic summoned using Lanak as the sacrifice would be quite different from that summoned by offering you. You were unable to take it all in, and the wild power destroyed Tuldarr and sent shock waves through the rest of the mainland. In the true course of events, almost all of what was once Tuldarr is now a barren wasteland razed by a forbidden curse.”
“But… No…”
Her vision was going dark.
The energy was sapped from her body.
Tinasha struggled to breathe. Without her will to guide it, her body broke into a shivering fit.
Tuldarr had been her life.
Spilling blood had never been something Tinasha had questioned. She’d killed her emotions, too. Even when she couldn’t live up to a single one of her ideals, she had made the best choice possible. That was how it had been since she was born. Growing up all alone in a huge, empty wing of the castle, the betrayal of the man she saw as her brother, and the sacrifice of the only person to love and rescue her—she had borne all of it to keep Tuldarr safe.
It went beyond duty. Tinasha had endured out of love for Tuldarr, despite its taking everything she had to give.
And now, she was being told that it was never meant to exist. In the true course of events, Tuldarr would have perished with her.
“It can’t be…”
Her throat was dry as a bone, and she could barely force the words out.
Valt eyed Tinasha with a modicum of sadness. “When Eleterria alters the world, it remakes itself by keeping a bare minimum of things the same. However, the survival of a nation that should have perished is too much. It doesn’t pain me at all to take Tuldarr as my hostage, because it should never have existed anyway. And what about you? Does it not pain you at all to look at Cezar, which lost so many of its people because Tuldarr survived? If Tuldarr had collapsed, as it should have, that would have never happened to Cezar.”
Tinasha had nothing to say in the face of such a brutal provocation.
Cezar’s downfall came after it murdered its own people to give rise to an army of the dead. Could that have been averted in a world without a prosperous Tuldarr?
If all of this were true, that meant that Tinasha—and Oscar—were at fault for altering history.
“I…”
Tinasha felt as though she’d plummeted after losing her footing.
Alarm bells went off inside her head, pleading that she denounce her enemy’s claims as lies.
However, Tinasha did not heed that warning.
She closed her weary eyes. The discord felt like it lasted for an eternity.
Yes, it might all be a lie to throw her off. Yet it could just as easily be true. There was no way she could know.
What was she to do, then?
She lifted her head. Her dark eyes blazed with the bitterness of her decision and with her sheer force of will.
“Even if you’re right, I won’t allow you to claim your actions are guiltless. You are the one who summoned up an evil god in Cezar, and you are the one attempting to destroy Tuldarr.”
When Valt heard that declaration, he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his smile. “That’s true. We’re both at fault. We keep betraying the world.”
How could one choose what to keep and what to abandon?
Humans had made their selections repeatedly, over and over. And this was the end result.
“I will protect my country. Tuldarr is alive and well. That may be the result of altering the past, but I will never choose to abandon a country that is here now.”
This was Tinasha’s conclusion. She would protect the people in front of her.
Although she stood upon the back of an old crime, her only option was to move forward from where she stood.
Valt’s gaze turned distant once he heard that. “I suspected that would be your answer. You’ve never turned your back on your people, even dead ones. You’ve chosen to live alone for four hundred years, all for them.”
“I don’t like it when you talk about things I have no memory of.”
“It’s true. You were very fierce. Once, you even gave your life to save the people of Farsas,” Valt said. His voice choked up for only a moment before he regained composure. “You will accede to my demands to save your country. Is the remaining half of Eleterria in the Tuldarr treasure vault?”
Tinasha hesitated over how to answer.
Could she hope to trick him? She wanted to discover what Valt was after.
“What will you do with both of the orbs? You only need one to change the past.”
“I know. I’ve used one myself. But I want to change the future.”
“You want to travel forward in time?”
Whether going to the past or future, both were about knowing what would happen down the line and dealing with it before it happened. When traveling to the past, however, the user ceased to exist once events were sufficiently altered, and they were erased from the new future.
Jumping to the future meant that the person who returned with knowledge of eventualities would not disappear. As long as the present was the true timeline, they could keep making moves forever. That was certainly an advantage.
“What exactly do you intend to accomplish?”
“I’ll tell you soon enough, once I have both. Now, let’s hear your answer.”
Tinasha couldn’t delay things any longer. Her very country was on the line.
With her voice dry and hoarse, Tinasha told Valt the truth. “The other Eleterria…is in the Farsas treasure vault.”
She bit her lip. There was no knowing the right decision. It was all she could manage to follow the course that kept things from falling to pieces before her.

When the attendees filtered into the great hall after Legis’s coronation concluded, Oscar—one of the guests of honor—noticed that his fiancée was not there. “What? Is she planning to lurk behind the scenes the entire time?”
And here he thought he’d get to see her in full regalia for the first time in a while. While it was Farsas custom for the bride and groom not to see each other before the ceremony, that didn’t mean he was a fan of it. Just thinking about how long it had been since he’d last glimpsed her adorable smile sent his mood plummeting.
All that said, he hadn’t come for her. He was there to congratulate Legis, the new king. Farsas and Tuldarr would have a long and fruitful relationship going forward.
With that on Oscar’s mind as he made his way over to his new fellow king, he was surprised to find Legis approaching him as well. After the briefest of greetings, he leaned in to Oscar and whispered, “Do you know where she is?”
“Tinasha? I haven’t seen her… Did she do something again?”
“She’s gone. Evidently, she vanished toward the end of the coronation and hasn’t come back since.”
“Oh.”
The two kings exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of this inexplicable and unpredicted turn of events.
In a tight voice, Oscar said, “I think Valt believes the other half of Eleterria is in Tuldarr.”
“I’ll launch a search for him immediately, including around the treasure vault. He might have set a trap there.”
“To be on the safe side, I’ll return to Farsas and notify you if I learn anything.”
“Please do,” said Legis.
The pair had no idea that, at that very moment, Tuldarr itself was balancing on the scales of destiny.
Oscar stalked out of the great hall with a foreboding look on his face.

Valt’s recollection of his very first life was already hazy.
His father hadn’t known what he was until Valt was around five. That year, when his grandfather passed away in some distant city, his father inherited the title of Time-Reader. Valt couldn’t imagine his father’s surprise, nor how much it shook him to experience his first rewinding of time. His father was a gentle, kind man, though Valt did recall him occasionally muttering, “That can’t be. Impossible.”
In his first life, Valt was twenty-one when his father died in a carriage accident. Upon his demise, Valt realized everything about the magic orbs that could alter the past and the clan of Time-Readers who kept records of lost histories.
It took him a while to believe it all, though, because he hadn’t yet seen these archives he was meant to safeguard.
He continued his life, much the same as his father had, thinking, That can’t be. Impossible. Until one day, time rewound.
Valt’s father had been astonished the first time he experienced it. He thought he’d died, but he discovered he was living his life over from an earlier point—back when his son was only an infant. Things continued, and he remained perplexed until he died when Valt was twenty-one.
That repeated twenty-seven times.
Valt had never spoken to his father about a Time-Reader heir’s duty, because Valt had no memory of the heirs while his father was alive. His father left no arrangements of any kind for after his death. There were heaps of their ancestors’ journals and records stacked in his room, though. Valt’s father had taken them after his own father’s passing.
The number of times an heir experienced a rewinding of time varied. Valt’s own far eclipsed his father’s, but even his had been on the high side, owing to the many times the red orb of Eleterria changed hands during that period.
But despite the alterations, history still progressed in fits and starts. Time regressed by decades, but not centuries. Those heirs unfortunate enough to be living through an era of repeated misuse of Eleterria had to bear it in silence and wait for their age to pass.
That had been too much for Valt’s father.
Valt remembered the one and only time his father had lectured him on the subject.
“Once I’m dead, you’ll know for the first time what I was and what you are.”
He was talking about the artifact. Perhaps those were his parting words to his son.
“The world is waiting for one last straw. That which will undo all the interventions and restore it to its original shape.”
What he said was undoubtedly true.
That was why the world kept chasing Miralys down.
“Valt, are you okay?” the girl called to him telepathically, her voice anxious.
“Yeah,” he replied, still facing forward. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He had to keep it hidden until the end. If she knew, she would place him above her own future. That had happened on countless occasions, so he would prevent it this time. At last, she would know a happy existence.
The hallways of Farsas Castle looked as peaceful as ever. A woman with long black hair walked a few paces ahead of Valt, her beauty catching the eyes of passing guards and mages who bowed to her. It was a sight he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There was a clear dollop of fear mixed into the gazes, however.
The Witch of the Azure Moon was the strongest in all the land, possessed of the mightiest magic in history.
The invisibility spell she had placed on Valt held fast; no one noticed his presence. Even the court mages were fooled. Such was her power.
The two of them strode along quickly toward the Farsas treasure vault. Once they were out of view, Valt whispered to Tinasha, “Is teleporting directly into the treasure vault beyond even your capabilities?”
“Of course not, but we’d be detected immediately. Would you like the castle to discover that something is amiss?”
“No. We’ll keep going like this,” he said. Valt knew this palace inside and out. He followed after Tinasha but was sure of his way, had he been alone. After a sigh, he remarked, “I never expected you to acquire one of them only to transfer it to Farsas.”
“I knew you wouldn’t expect it, which is exactly why I did so.”
“You certainly trust the Akashia swordsman a great deal.”
“Of course I do,” Tinasha spat.
Valt focused on that reaction. When last had he seen her like this? He was now the only one to remember her as the queen consort of this nation.
“Destiny…has always had some twists in store for you. I do truly wish for you to be happy, but you’re just too powerful for that. I’m sorry.” It was an honest apology. Valt really did wish that Tinasha could live out her days pleasantly.
It wasn’t to be, though. The world was like that all too often.
Tinasha glanced at Valt. He couldn’t decipher what emotion flickered across those dark eyes. Decisively and vehemently, she hissed. “My life is entirely what I have chosen.”
She sounded exactly like the queen of Farsas she had been in another life.
Tinasha turned left down a different corridor and faced two treasure vault guards.
While surprised to see Tinasha, they bowed to her. Sheepishly, she explained, “My apologies, but Oscar has asked me to retrieve something. Could you let me pass?”
Only the authorized were allowed entry to the treasure vault. That was how things normally worked, but everyone knew that Tinasha would be queen in two days and how much the king doted on her.
She was powerful enough to force her way in if she desired. There was no need for her to request permission, which lent credence to her story.
That line of thinking informed the guards’ decision. “Yes, my lady. Please be careful.”
“Thank you,” Tinasha replied as the guards willingly stepped aside to let her through. Once out of their sight, she breathed a little sigh. After turning two more corners, she saw the treasure vault come into view. She approached its heavy doors and pushed them open with magic.
Within was a pedestal that had held one part of Eleterria until Valt stole it from this very spot. Now it held another box. Recognizing it, Valt exhaled with relief.
As she dismantled the barrier around the pedestal, Tinasha snapped, “There. Is that what you need? Will you undo the spell in Tuldarr?”
“Not just yet. We’re only getting started,” Valt said, drawing an identical box from his pocket and offering it to Tinasha. She frowned at him suspiciously.
In resounding tones, he said, “Now you will destroy Eleterria for me and fulfill my mission.”
Tinasha stood aghast. “Excuse me?”
The severity in Valt’s voice did not falter as he explained, “Both must be destroyed at the same time. Breaking one will trigger the other to overwrite its twin’s demise. This is why there are two.”
The two orbs protected each other. Although only one was needed to go back in time, there were two to ensure that both remained.
“In the past, I’ve destroyed one of the orbs numerous times, only for time to rewind. Eventually, I learned that both had to be shattered simultaneously, and you are the only one powerful enough to accomplish the feat. You broke an outsiders’ artifact just the other day, did you not?”
Valt was referring to the Mirror of Oblivion.
Shamelessly, he continued, “Yes, you’re the strongest in all of history, but because you didn’t become a witch, you’re an inferior version of who you were meant to be. That’s why I tested your power. How fortunate for me that you absorbed Simila’s incarnation.”
“You…”
Every action, this entire time, had played right into Valt’s hands on a chessboard he had set.
From the shadows, he’d puppeteered events, sending formidable enemies after Tinasha in a bid to hone her power.
While awaiting his chance to steal Eleterria back, Valt had prepared Tinasha for her role as the architect of the orbs’ destruction. The Simila incident had enhanced Tinasha’s magic tremendously.
But why did he want the artifact destroyed?
Without making any effort to hide her confusion, Tinasha questioned, “Didn’t you want to change the future?”
“I do. I want to rip down this mess of a canvas that’s been painted over too many times and restore the true future.”
For a moment, fury burned in Valt’s eyes, but he swiftly quashed it, replacing the fire with his usual placid smile. He placed the box holding the stolen Eleterria on the pedestal.
“The records say it all began with the death of a child. The cause of death isn’t mentioned, and it’s irrelevant anyway. As the child’s mother sobbed over the corpse, she sensed someone nearby. A voice told her that it offered the salvation she desired. She then received the two Eleterria orbs, used them to go back in time, saved her child, and died.”
“And it was an…outsider who gave them to her?”
“Yes. An interloper from beyond our world. You don’t seem to find that terribly difficult to believe.”
“Well, according to Travis, I should have no reason to doubt the existence of these outsiders, considering we know that their artifacts exist. Evidently…he once met someone who came from outside our world.”
“Really? It’s the first I’ve heard of that. I thought the outsiders only sent in objects, never entering personally. There are a total of twelve such artifacts. You’ve destroyed the ruins and the mirror, leaving ten.”
Both the ruins, which captured and stored information on humans, and the mirror, which absorbed and entrapped souls, were unusually powerful and endowed with abilities that defied the laws of magic.
“So outsiders really do exist, then,” Tinasha said.
“They do. I don’t know what they are, but they’re certainly not deities. Following the Age of Gods and prior to the start of the Dark Age, there is a blank period of time. That was when they zeroed in on our world, introduced these experimental items, and recorded what we do like we were toys in a miniature garden.”
Valt studied Tinasha’s reaction.
Before, in many other lives, he had told her this truth. In response, the witch always asked, “What exactly is this family of Time-Readers?”
This time was no different, as Tinasha repeated the inquiry verbatim. She never changed. Valt chuckled before giving the same answer.
“We are the descendants of that first child saved by time travel. Ever since Eleterria was first given to humans, one member of my lineage per generation has been trapped as part of the artifact’s power. Our souls are used as record sheets.”
“What…? Your souls?”
“Outsiders’ artifacts defy the laws of magic because the artifacts are each powered by fundamentals from beyond this world. Didn’t it strike you as odd that a tiny little orb could be so powerful as to overwrite the world by turning back time?”
“Well…yes. It didn’t map to the scale of it at all.”
“Exactly. That’s because Eleterria incorporates the soul of the current Time-Reader heir when it activates. Once it’s triggered, it calls up a specified point in time from the pool of memories the world has stored and reproduces it. The soul of the heir serves as the anchor that stabilizes that specified point and then acts as the record board where a log of usage is inscribed. The names of all the heirs, past and future, are also written upon that board. Our ability to retain memories of the lifetimes we’ve repeated is only a by-product of all of that.”
Whoever the outsider that came up with such a mechanism was, they must have been ignorant of the acute suffering of the humans whose souls would be used for this. Because Valt’s family was only alive thanks to Eleterria, the system would abuse them for centuries to come.
Valt tapped his forehead, his smile not reaching his eyes. “I have a complete log of everyone who’s ever used Eleterria and why stored in here. At present, the last time it was used was sixteen years ago so that the late Queen Rosalia of Farsas could save her son’s life. And Eleterria’s most massive overwrite happened four hundred years ago, when the twenty-first king of Farsas, Oscar Lyeth Increatos Loz Farsas, changed the past for his wife, a witch. It all adds up, doesn’t it?”
Tinasha’s jaw had dropped, which Valt observed with a tight grin.
Lives, rewound abruptly because someone else wished it so. Memories, accruing and overlapping. That would be enough torture to crush the average person. The worst part of it all was that it was only a side effect.
Irritation welling up within him, Valt let his gaze wander. Slowly, his head turned as his gaze went beyond the castle walls and onto the wider world. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Tinasha again. “You probably don’t understand, being the current version of yourself. But as a witch, you comprehended me a little, as you were also someone who had lived for a long time under the crushing weight of your memory.”
An image of that all-powerful witch superimposed itself over the present Tinasha’s face.
They were the same and yet very different. The Tinasha who was familiar with the eons of time always had a vaguely sad, self-deprecating aura.
“I’m not talking about four centuries here,” Valt went on. “I’ve endured through millennia. There is only ever one heir who is unable to share the experience of repeating lifetimes with anyone else. Go on, visualize the horror of it. No matter what, my father always committed suicide. When I was seventeen, when I was thirteen, when I was ten… Everything you thought you’d already lived through comes back, and you must experience it again. It becomes unbearable.”
At first, Valt decided his ancestors should have never had children, that someone somewhere should have cut off the line. It wasn’t until much later that he learned why that wouldn’t have solved anything.
“Sometimes, I’ve gone back only a day in time. Sometimes I’ve returned many years. I’ve seen things rewound to before my birth and relived that time. We don’t know when or where time will repeat, but it will, mercilessly. Only at the very beginning was I happy to learn what the future held. I grew sick of it fast. It needled at me, made me feel like I would burst. I’ve died more times than I can count, but then I’m back again. How many more times must I repeat this?”
A tragedy taken too far became a comedy.
On this stage, all the players of the world were dancing against their will. It was time to bring the curtain down.
“I’ve attempted to destroy Eleterria, but ordinary power levels cannot break an outsiders’ artifact, let alone two of them. Along the way, I realized you were the only person capable of doing it, but either I wasn’t able to get in touch with you, or I died before I could. Everything that could go wrong did, and I had my share of frustrating experiences. But then something happened that wasn’t supposed to. Someone went back four hundred years in time and changed history. You were no longer a witch.”
“Me not becoming a witch is something that wasn’t supposed to happen?” Tinasha muttered.
Valt gave her a pained smile. “Do you know what must transpire in order for Eleterria to activate? Have you wondered how it gets the coordinates for the targeted point in time? The soul of the current heir acts as the anchor, but that’s not what makes things rewind to the desired time in specific.”
It was a crafty artifact. Valt knew because he’d used it himself.
“Those orbs react to human attachment—love, hate, whatever. Any strong emotion will set one off. That means that a jump of hundreds of years shouldn’t be possible, ordinarily speaking. No one could feel such a powerful attachment to someone that far in the past, right? But there was a lone exception—a man who loved a witch and made her his wife. Your husband.”
Tinasha’s eyes widened.
The artifact was designed so anyone sufficiently determined could change the past.
But that was only half of it. Resolve alone with no feeling behind it wouldn’t trigger the artifact.
Only the desire to use Eleterria, even at the cost of one’s own life, would remake the world anew.
“The heir four hundred years ago must have been pretty surprised. Just when he thought the cycle was over and he could enjoy his final rest, his own era started up again.”
It was all too easy for Valt to imagine his ancestor’s shock. He must have felt astonishment that bordered on despair—enough to make him scrawl a curse upon future generations in the records.
“But on the contrary, it gave me hope. I dared to think…if you weren’t a witch, and if you came to this time period in search of him, then this may be the timeline where everything goes as planned.”
And now, that hope was paying off.
All of Valt’s meticulous preparations had successfully tripped Tinasha up.
Tinasha, with all of her fantastic power, had rarely showed herself in previous timelines. Even once she met and married Oscar, she would refuse to listen to any request that sounded remotely fishy.
But she was different now. While she could be cruel, she was also lost.
The fact that Tuldarr had not fallen to ruin also worked to Valt’s benefit. He knew that when she’d been a witch, she chose to continue living for the Tuldarr citizens who perished and turned to souls without any sense of who they were. He was well aware that Tinasha would never, under any circumstances, abandon her country.
This chance would never come again.
If Valt let it slip by, salvation would elude him and his beloved for all time.
He had to detach them from the world before it caught up.
“There is no such thing as a world where everyone is happy. Saving one person means that someone else will be sacrificed. And Eleterria will always get used as long as there is misery in the world. But I’m done with all of that. Our worldviews are all so limited. The exact same sand dune collapses only to be rebuilt, over and over. How much longer must I go along with it? It’s foolish and selfish to believe that saving those important to you means nothing else matters. It’s infuriating.”
It really was foolish. And Valt was one of those fools.
He eyed the woman who would become the world’s trump card.
“That’s why I want us to end this. You’re going to destroy it. You’re the only one who can.”
At last, this farce would draw to a close.
Tinasha stared back at Valt. Then she glanced over at the two orbs on the pedestal—the artifact given to a mother who lost her child a long, long time ago.
That was how everything started. And ever since, Eleterria had inflicted pain on human souls and caused indissoluble anguish, even as it reflected people’s strongest emotions and desires. It had altered reality, something that should have been unimaginable.
All because of one simple wish to save someone else.
That was certainly absurd and self-centered. And yet…
“I once tried to use it myself to save a child who was killed,” Tinasha admitted softly, her eyes on the Eleterria orb. “But it didn’t activate. Probably because, as you said, I had no true attachment to that boy.”
If she were the mother of that fallen child, she would have been able to use it to rewind time, without question. But it wasn’t to be. That bereaved mother did not have an otherworldly artifact—only the cold, dead body of her son. Tinasha could still vividly remember the sight of her sobbing, hunched over his corpse.
“Yes, it may be true that not being able to go back in time to save another is natural and right. All of you have suffered so much from Eleterria’s use. I can’t ignore that,” Tinasha said, tipping her head up to gaze at Valt. Her face was puckered, as if she were on the verge of tears. “But I can’t deny the wishes of those who use it. That’s the human…heart we’re talking about.”
She couldn’t refute Valt’s despair and suffering, yet she also acknowledged the desires of those who sought to alter history.
Tinasha’s eyes grew hot with tears, and she looked away. Her heart ached because that little girl who’d been rescued once still lived within her. She understood the mentality of those who used the orbs. Changing the past and history would revise people’s relationships, too. While it was foolish to desire that someone else live, even at the cost of another’s existence, she also found it to be a very sacred thing.
Valt’s voice cracked as he replied, “You only feel that way because you were rescued by someone who used Eleterria…”
“No. I’m positive it was only a coincidence that allowed him to save me. When we first met, he said that he didn’t know why he’d traveled back in time, and he wanted to return.”
Oscar had unwittingly activated Eleterria. That proved how great his love for his wife was.
Thus, Tinasha’s own experiences weren’t informing her opinion. “A desire to save the people we love, even if it goes against all logic, is an extremely common, extremely human emotion. Denying that would be tantamount to refuting our humanity.”
“Even if…the end result is the reshaping of your fate and that of all those around you? You never know if someone’s tampering with history would render you unhappy.”
“Even so, a person’s strength of emotion is what activates Eleterria. That means it is a tool for human salvation.”
Tinasha touched a corner of the pedestal, finding the stone to be colder than her tears. “The true object of your resentment is not the people who used the orbs. There’s a real reason why you feel you must destroy Eleterria rather than simply seal them from use. What is it?”
The wounds Eleterria had inflicted on Valt were surely unspeakable.
But why was he so dead set on destroying the artifact completely, which would be far more difficult than only rendering it permanently unusable? She had yet to press him on that.
Tinasha tore her gaze away from the red and blue orbs and stared at Valt. As he looked back, his eyes blazed with a soul ground down by many, many long years—a flame that would never be extinguished.
“The world is waiting for a revolution.”
“What?”
“That’s what my father said. He used to say that each time our world is altered, another pin gets stuck into it. So it’s waiting for one last straw that will uproot the changes and restore things to their original form.”
“‘The world is waiting for a revolution’…”
It was the exact same phrase uttered by the Witch of the Water when she gave Tinasha’s fortune.
Did that mean that the way she and Valt were facing off was also part of the world’s wishes?
In a bland, emotionless tone, Valt said, “Sooner or later, it will reach its limit. Someone has to do this. Our world has already reached a standstill. The furthest date in history is only another thirty-one years from now. No matter how often time is rewound, things never progress beyond that point. One Eleterria or the other will be used. Don’t you think that’s abnormal, even considering that this era has seen record levels of time travel? Eleterria’s survival means everything will stagnate.”
It was a frightening truth. Tinasha’s eyes grew wide again.
But while that was an answer to her question, it was not his answer.
“Then what will happen to the world when the orbs are destroyed?” Tinasha pressed.
Would things go on turning without Eleterria? Or…?
No answer came.
Tinasha stared at Valt.
His eyes were filled with both all-knowing insight and silent resolve. She had seen that look on the battlefield before, and she understood what it meant.
The scales were perennially out of balance, with only the most cherished things in all the world weighed against one another.
It was certainly arrogant to believe one person could save everything.
But would choosing the things on one side of the scale over the other lead to strength? Was it possible to change without sacrifice?
Tinasha gazed evenly at the man before her. His eyes shone with the bright light of one who no longer had a choice.

Valt watched her with bated breath.
He didn’t think Tinasha should know this. But he did want to tell her. Perhaps she would understand him then. If this version of Tinasha were the queen he had served, he might have revealed everything.
But if he did, Miralys would learn the truth, too, as their senses were linked at the moment. And she could never know. It would shake her terribly. She would tear down the spell, which would mean defeat.
Valt and Miralys had first met a long, long time ago. Back then, Valt had already relived his own life many times. He was the latest in a long, unbroken line of heirs. While wandering, tired of enduring his own distorted existence, he rescued a grievously wounded girl in a forest. He shared some of his blood with her, using magic.
After that, the girl, who had no family and no ties, joined him. She was a bit of an odd one, only showing fondness for him. When had he started loving her?
They’d lived together, and, when she came of age, they had a simple wedding. It was a happy life.
She remained ignorant about how events occasionally rewound. Their shared life shone so brightly that it was enough to make up for the repeats.
However, Valt had no intention of ever having children. He couldn’t bear the thought of creating any more tools for the artifact to consume.
Valt did not despair when he died in an accident five years after they were married, nor when he was returned to her side because someone changed the past with the orb. He only wept when he learned, from the list of heirs etched onto his mind, that Miralys inherited the title of Time-Reader after his demise. He grilled her once he knew, but as Miralys was not heir while he yet lived, she had no memory of previous timelines.
Valt regretted his carelessness. For the first time in all his lives, he wanted to redo the past.
When, by sheer coincidence, he was returned to a time before he met her, he was even grateful to whoever had made that happen. He was careful when he rescued her again not to give her his blood or let her come along with him. Thinking he’d spared her his fate, he continued on, relieved.
But then he learned that despair was not so easily cured.
No matter how many times Valt repeated it—giving her blood or not, running into her or avoiding her—the end result was the same.
Her name was already engraved onto the records as an heir, and the curse passed to her.
Surely it had occurred to Valt’s ancestors to end the suffering by not having children. He realized that the reason the line had gone on unbroken nonetheless had to be because of some fearsome compelling force that would not allow for such things.
And his hopelessness did not end there.
Miralys had become the one last straw the world was waiting for.
“There are no heirs after me,” Valt stated.
In reality, the heir after him was Miralys. That was already set in stone and could not be changed.
Tinasha arched an eyebrow. “How can that be? According to you, there are still thirty-one more years until the world comes to a standstill. Won’t the next heir just inherit this fate after you die?”
“There isn’t one. I know the names of all heirs, past and future. My soul will be dismantled before it picks out the next one.”
Unbearable pain lanced through Valt as he made that statement. He thought of all the losses he’d endured repeatedly.
Tinasha’s eyes narrowed like she was analyzing magic. “Your soul will be dismantled? Does Eleterria do that, too?”
“No. In my first life, I didn’t have enough magic, and I resorted to a forbidden curse. I traded my soul for power.”
That was just a hypothesis. Valt could only guess what would befall Miralys when she inherited the Time-Reader position and its magic. However, her soul had indeed been splintered for some mysterious reason.
And that had drawn the world’s attention.
“The heir’s soul is treated as a part of Eleterria. When my soul was dismantled, it created a gap in the succession line. Then someone used Eleterria to go back in time, and the world decided that this gap could be used to get rid of the troublesome artifact. No matter how drastic the changes to history, it would all get added to that one fixed point of repair. With every rewinding of time, my soul fractured and was dismantled again.”
“What…? You mean you used more forbidden curses?”
“No, it happened for a different reason with every instance. Once I was attacked by a demonic spirit; once I got dragged into someone else’s spell. The worst time was when a force of nature that sucks up mages’ souls came to the city where I was living and killed hundreds.”
Irityrdia’s attack left the most devastation in its wake. Valt covered one hand with another to stop them both from trembling. “Initially, it only occurred every five lifetimes. But each rewinding of time increased the frequency. No matter how I tried to avoid it, something would inevitably happen to dismantle my soul, because that would create a gap in the succession line. That may be related to how the timeline can’t continue forward past a certain point.”
It sounded like Eleterria and the world were engaged in a tug-of-war.
One was rewriting the world over and over, while the other was attempting a revolution.
“I have nowhere to go from here. My soul won’t blend back into the world, either. It will only keep getting damaged by Eleterria and dismantled by the world.”
From the world’s point of view, the death of a single human was a microscopic moment that was easy to set as a fixed point.
Her body, which lacked a soul, was always warm.
He remembered every bit of that heat, never forgetting. He had believed that this would be the time he would save her, and the only difference would be whether he lost her first or died first.
“Sealing Eleterria won’t save my soul. And eventually, it will select some nonhereditary new heir instead. That’s why it’s much better if this ends here, with me.”
Miralys stood at the edge of waters teeming with the fusion of rewriting and repairs. Valt had to get her out of there. He didn’t care what it would cost. If not even going back in time would change it, then his only option was to destroy the orbs.
For the moment, Miralys didn’t know she was to be the next heir. She thought Valt was the last.
She believed him and had come this far to save him. Which was why…
“There was a girl living in that house with you, wasn’t there?” said Tinasha, her voice clear and ringing. Her dark gaze appeared to see right through him. “Is she the one you truly wish to save?”
Tinasha studied Valt’s reaction carefully. He looked more shocked than she had ever seen him. Never had the man’s desires been laid so bare. Tinasha was careful not to let him pick up on her own anguish.
If Valt truly was the final Time-Reader, he would not be able to proclaim with such conviction that while he would know if there were any heirs to come after him, none existed.
He knew that there was one after him. The last heir was that girl.
Her soul, too, had been dismantled. She, too, stood at a deadlock in history…
Thus, Valt’s mind was decided.
All the blood drained from his face, but he remained silent. Evidently, he didn’t want to answer.
Tinasha took some deep breaths. She kept her voice calm and steady. “I understand what it is you wish for, as well as the state of our world and what Eleterria has done to it.”
“Well…good. Then you’ll break it for me. You know I’m not going to back down. You’re the only one who can save Tuldarr,” Valt said, eyes shining as coldly and emotionlessly as they had before.
The many hostages denied Tinasha the luxury of choice.
However, she had sensed from her conversation with Valt that the present was at a crossroads, with no options left.
Should Eleterria be destroyed and the world restored to its original form…
Wouldn’t history start over from that blank space in time thousands of years in the past when the two orbs were introduced?
“And that would mean…?”
How close was the present world to its natural state? Wouldn’t negating all of the changes mean that Tuldarr would fall to ruin anyway?
And not only that, without Eleterria’s changes, Oscar’s fate would differ as well, since his mother saved his life. All of those rescued because of another’s wish while holding one of the orbs would be erased.
Tinasha stood frozen. As if he could read her thoughts, Valt remarked, “Take a chance on it. Maybe your country and your husband will remain, and history will go on as it has, even after Eleterria is no more. But if you fail to make a choice here, Tuldarr will fall.”
“I know…that.”
She couldn’t abandon her citizens, the ones alive right now, to die. Not without putting up a fight.
Tuldarr was her beloved motherland. That was as true four centuries ago as it was today. It was a country like any other, where people worked from dawn to dusk, laughed with their families, made merry at the occasional festival, and grew old in peace.
Gazing out at the city’s lights from the castle was lovely. She saw human life as a beautiful thing.
Tinasha had believed she would happily spend her whole life protecting theirs.
And yet every choice facing her seemed to lead to a dead end.
They were all so heavy.
If the weight of them meant allowing others to live, she would bear that burden without question. However, that wasn’t what was at stake now. Tinasha was so beset with doubts that she wanted to take a knee from the weight of them.
Two little boxes lay open on the pedestal, one containing a red orb, and the other, a blue one.
Eleterria, an instrument of hope and despair, absorbed human emotions.
How much would people’s fates change if she destroyed it?
With trembling fingers, Tinasha reached out.
No sooner had she done so than a man roared from outside, “TINASHA!”
Relief and remorse swept over her.
That voice belonged to her one and only beloved.
With Tinasha about to crumple, Valt tutted in irritation and acted swiftly. He shoved one Eleterria orb into his pocket and seized the remaining one. With his free hand, he grabbed Tinasha and cried, “Let’s go!”
They couldn’t exit the treasure vault. Even Tinasha would need an incantation to teleport out of it, allowing Oscar enough time to capture Valt.
Valt set off at a run, dragging Tinasha deeper into the vault and kicking open a door. He burst into a dark stone passageway. A moment later, candelabra on the walls lit up.
“Run. Do as I say.”
Tinasha nodded. They hurried down the dimly lit passage, casting defensive barriers to guard against traps. Tinasha bit her lip as she heard the sound of footsteps pounding after them.
She’d wanted him to come but also wished he hadn’t.
Her country had been taken hostage, and she was in the midst of making an impossible decision, and now he’d gotten involved. Her delaying had dragged him into this mess.
“Oscar…”
The two mages weren’t especially quick. They couldn’t keep tripping over their feet while running for much longer.
For one thing, there was no way out. Tinasha didn’t know about the secret path back into the castle. Only the Lake of Silence awaited them.
“Oh!” she gasped, recalling the lake’s connection to Farsas legend. The idea had crossed her mind when she was trying to decide where to put Eleterria.
It would be difficult to pull off now, but not impossible.
She concentrated on the person behind her.
Trusting in the man who would undoubtedly catch up before long, she kept running.
After tumbling down the passageway, Valt was struck dumb upon arriving at a large body of water. Discovering an underground lake beneath the castle was quite unexpected. He hadn’t thought their escape would be easy, but he’d counted on the flight buying some time.
A short distance away, there was a path that crossed the water, but Valt hesitated to take it. It would leave them extremely visible.
Instead, he threw a glance at his prisoner. “Cast a teleportation spell. Now!”
“That’s enough,” said a commanding voice before Tinasha could answer. Oscar stepped out of the passageway, Akashia in hand.
The king smiled as he looked at his fiancée and the intruder clutching her wrist. He had all the majesty of a monarch who could bring all who beheld him under his sway. “You’re going to pay for dragging her around. Come here, Tinasha.”
“She won’t. She can’t disobey me,” Valt responded, forcing a smile onto his face despite the cold sweat pouring down his back.
Valt had served Oscar once, but only for three years. Yet in that short time, Oscar had imprinted himself as king into the man’s subconscious. This made it difficult for Valt to manipulate Oscar as he did other people. Instinctively, he shrank back.
He wasn’t very good at dealing with Oscar and never wanted to face him. There could be no admitting as much, however.
Wrapping an arm around Tinasha, he dragged her a step back with him. One more step, and they’d land in the lake.
The smile dropped off Oscar’s face, and he took a step forward. A royal sense of pressure, enough to change the atmosphere around them, rolled off Oscar in waves and crashed into Valt. “Hand her over. Eleterria, too. I won’t let you change things.”
“You’re the one who overwrote the past! It’s your fault that we’ve had to suffer all over again!”
“Well, I’m sorry about that. But it’s all over now. We’re going to seal away those orbs and not let anyone touch them again.”
“No. You don’t know anything.”
“You haven’t explained anything. Of course I don’t.”
“You are capable of putting your country ahead of the people you hold dear! That’s why I have no choice but to keep betraying you!” Valt shouted.
Once upon a time, the king requested that Valt talk with him before indulging in treachery, but there was no way he could. Valt knew what the answer would be. Even Oscar, who prized his wife above himself, would still choose his citizens. Oscar might understand Valt’s feelings, but he would never endorse them. Valt couldn’t ask a man like that to cooperate.


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

As long as Eleterria existed, Miralys’s soul would fracture. There could be no yielding here.
“Valt,” called an anxious voice in his head. It was the girl he wanted to shelter from everything. His one and only. If he could free her, it didn’t matter if he ceased to exist and she forgot all about his love as if it never was.
“Valt…! Run…!”
“It’s all right. I can still do it.”
He couldn’t back down. Dying with his mission incomplete was unacceptable. Fighting was the only recourse. He could rise above despair.
“Please, come back.”
She was seeking confirmation. Pleading.
Never had Valt doubted her love for him.
Still, he trusted she could love another if he didn’t exist, if they had never met.
And that would be fine.
It was better that way.
Valt tightened his grip on Eleterria as he stared Oscar down.
He would handle this battle alone, atop a sense of disquiet no one else would comprehend.
The girl continued to call to him.
“Are you listening to me? It’s pointless saving me if you just end up disappearing. I would choose unhappiness and knowing you over happiness and never knowing you. Even if our time together is limited. That’s what it is to be human. So please, come back to me.”
“Miralys…”
Valt was breathless.
She must have caught on during his conversation with Tinasha. Miralys knew that she was the last heir…and that Valt would disappear along with Eleterria if it were destroyed.
Knowing everything, aware of what she would suffer, she still chose him. That was the type of person Miralys was. Her strength was so familiar to him.
Valt wanted to cry, to seek refuge in that power of hers. A desire to let her tranquil love compensate for all his repeated lifetimes rose within him.
Yet Valt held his ground. He couldn’t see the future, which meant he couldn’t give up.
He listened with growing frustration as Oscar and Tinasha spoke to each other. Just as he was about to urge his captive to teleport them away, something knocked into him and sent him reeling.
“Don’t kill him!”
A gigantic splash echoed in the cavern of the dark, subterranean lake.
Held behind Valt, Tinasha gazed past her captor to Oscar. Fury was plain on his face.
No mage could take him on at this range. If either of them cast a teleportation spell, he would be on them instantly.
While Valt held Tinasha hostage, there was no avenue for his escape.
Tinasha glanced up at Valt’s tense, tight face. The imprint of a round orb shone through one of his pockets.
She looked back to Oscar. Valt had to know that Tuldarr was no compelling hostage to Oscar, which meant that he was stuck, just as Tinasha was.
But Oscar wasn’t. He would fight Valt with no hesitation at all, despite Tuldarr’s fate being on the line. That was the sort of person he was. Tuldarr wasn’t his country. He would make the choice he had to, even if Tinasha resented him for it. His fortitude was entirely unbreakable.
That made him the only one she could rely on, the only one who could shake them out of this stalemate.
Tinasha sucked in a deep breath.
She could trust him. There was no one else but him. His eyes, the color of a bright twilight sky, were fixed right on her.
“Why does something like this happen the second I take my eyes off you?” Oscar sighed.
“I’m sorry,” Tinasha responded.
“It’s fine. We’ll figure this out,” he said. The steady response was characteristic of her husband.
The two of them were to be husband and wife; that was a milestone they were meant to reach on their long and winding journey.
No matter who they were up against or what sort of situation it was, they would overcome it, just as they had so far.
Oscar adjusted his grip on Akashia. “I know you’re in the midst of a situation, but don’t get reckless. Or do anything you don’t have to.”
“Despite how things look, I’m always considering what would be the quickest way out.”
“Yeah, and I’m telling you that’s unnecessary.”
“I can do it because I have you,” Tinasha replied. Her deep trust in him was more than she had even in herself.
The two of them had each other. Surely it was a stroke of fortune, enabling them to take on this intersection of their many layered destinies.
Tinasha gave Oscar a smile like moonlight.
“So Oscar, come and save me.”
A hand shot forward and plucked the Eleterria orb from Valt’s pocket, quick as can be. Then Tinasha rammed herself into her captor and used the recoil to leap backward. From the corner of her eye, she could make out a look of astonishment on Oscar’s face.
“Don’t kill him!” she shouted to Oscar before diving into the lake, the blue orb still in her hand.
A loud splash rose with white foam. The cold of the water hit her like a shock.
I know Oscar can stop Valt.
A little smile materialized on Tinasha’s lips as she peered at the water’s surface growing farther away.
What a task to leave to someone else. Was it all right to dump it in his lap?
Regardless, he’d allow it. This one time, Tinasha would sit back and let him take the lead.
If anyone should shoulder the blame, it ought to be her, not Oscar.
Tinasha wouldn’t let that happen, though. No one would be lost today. She’d return to Tuldarr and undo that spell at any cost.
Then she would face Valt again and attempt to extricate the souls from Eleterria.
Oscar would almost certainly call her naive for such an attempt, but that was his standpoint talking. If Valt and Miralys were trapped, wedged in the middle of the war between the world and the alterations, Tinasha would see to their safety first. Then she would talk to him again and consider what to do about Eleterria and the world.
For now, she need only survive to reach that point.
Tinasha focused her mind. The lake water dispersed her magic. However, its ability to do so was weaker than Akashia’s. She hadn’t imbibed any of the water, enabling her to push past its effects by enhancing the pressure of her power. That was how she averted danger the last time.
As quickly as able, Tinasha cast an incredibly dense spell.
Once the teleportation spell was complete…she suddenly realized that the blue orb felt warm. Despite the chill of the cold water, the half of Eleterria in her grip was giving off heat. And it felt like all the water in the lake was quietly urging her to clench it tighter.
Something’s wrong.
Her movements slowed. Her spell dissipated.
Tinasha was sinking, caught in a trap and dissolving as she held this little burning sphere.
Losing track of her very place in the world, she no longer knew what was happening.
A crack appeared on the orb’s surface. Tinasha stared at it numbly. Before her eyes, it widened, and lake water flowed into the fissure. The sigils carved onto it glowed white, almost defiantly.
It began to activate.
Frantically, Tinasha poured magic into her hands to stop the orb from triggering, but the light intensified.
I want to go back to him.
That wish flashed through her mind. She could tell she was about to lose everything.
She was so close. She was about to be his bride. The promise he made her when she was a girl would come true.
With each new component of her wedding ensemble, Tinasha had savored the pure excitement. It didn’t seem real that the time had really come for her to wear the veil her parents gave her; she’d thought it something that had long passed her by.
Even the wait for her days with him to start was joyful.
Oscar had given her something that transcended four hundred years. Once she wed him, she could die happy that very night.
And yet now…
A blinding light engulfed Tinasha, blotting out her vision. The hand holding the orb disappeared.
Her body, mind, and magic were all dismantled.
As was her heart.
I want to…go back—
With that final thought, her memory cut off and vanished.


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

 7. Fate’s Compensation
“Awaken.”
That whisper made the girl look up. She couldn’t see a thing around her. There was only cold, watery darkness, and she was crouched in the middle of it. Her dark eyes scanned the surroundings.
There was no indication of what she’d been doing.
She didn’t know who she was.
She was all alone.
A formless voice spoke to her.
“Where is it you want to go back to?”
She wanted to return to a distant place. But where?
“The moment you choose, the world will form anew.”
The voice’s words were lost on her, for she was only a thirteen-year-old lost in the dark.
She’d been detained here to choose another path.
“Out of all your infinite memories of your lives, choose the safest time for you.”
The safest?
“Or the happiest.”
The happiest?
“Go on, choose.”
Choose. She only had one option. To go to him, to where he was.
To whatever the closest place to him was, to a time when she had fallen asleep at ease.
There was no cause for wavering or hesitation.
Standing up straight, she picked up the orbs at her feet.
“Run. Go.”
She sprinted away. A light glowed where she had chosen. There, the world was being formed.
She didn’t look back at the darkness. Her young body became an adult’s.
For the world that was taking shape, she ran.
“This time, it is your soul that will have new records etched onto it.”
She was no longer listening to the voice. Entranced, she dashed for the place and time where she wished to be.
“Give it as many tries as you like. You humans will keep trying, over and over.”
She ran. The darkness of the lake water faded.
With every bound, the world reformed and recreated itself.
“Try. Keep trying until you get to the ending you want.”
Then she leaped into the blinding white radiance.


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

 Intermission A Lost Fragment
Clasping the young child’s body to her, the woman wept.
The child was cold and lifeless.
Dead. Lost, irrevocably.
She sobbed for this life that could never be recovered. No price seemed too steep if it could mean the little one’s return. Her baby was irreplaceable to her.
But it wouldn’t work. She knew that. Time couldn’t rewind.
That knowledge was of little comfort and did not give her reason to wish otherwise.
“Someone, please… Save my baby…”
Her wails echoed through the world.
No one answered her plea. No one was there.
Her quavering, interminable sobs only filled up her little corner of the world.


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

 8. The Gray Room
“I wish I could have watched you all a little longer,” someone said, and Oscar came to.
Evidently, he’d lost consciousness for a moment. It felt like he’d been sitting in this little gray room talking to an unfamiliar young man forever.
He didn’t recognize the other occupant, who was sitting at the empty table with him. Oscar sank back into a soft chair. His wife’s head lay in his lap; she was asleep and breathing peacefully, legs curled under her on the ground. Locks of her long hair swept gracefully across the floor of the chamber.
Calmly, though with obvious regret, the man admitted, “I wanted to save you humans. Isn’t it sad when a mother loses her child? I wanted to let her do things over. That’s all. I hoped to give all of you a chance to overwrite whatever mournful or cruel thing occurred, if that was what you wished to do.”
“Even if it drove our world to the brink of destruction? Sometimes you save one thing only to give rise to another tragedy entirely.”
“I thought that you humans would do something about it, should that come to pass. I only meant to expand your options and permit you to make repeated attempts, however many times you needed.”
“We didn’t need that. We’ll handle things on our own.”
Their back-and-forth had gone on for ages now. It felt like the same conversation had repeated for a very long time, but also like it had only just begun. All in the small windowless room was gray, like an endlessly rainy day.
Tinasha’s rhythmic breathing was the only sound.
The man cracked a sliver of a pained smile. “You don’t need it? I thought you might say that. But our power already permeates the two of you. Now you can remember all of the lifetimes you’ve lived before, too, can’t you? There’s the proof. You’re just like the humans linked to that tool, but much more powerful. When you die, your souls will not dissolve back into the world as other humans’ souls do. You will keep drifting as foreign objects, divorced from your humanity.”
“Foreign objects?”
When he destroyed Eleterria, two forces—the artifact’s power and Akashia’s—poured into Oscar and Tinasha. A transformation capable of changing the world had filled the pair.
No ordinary ending was possible for them. It was Oscar’s responsibility that such an unprecedented end had come and that Tinasha had gotten wrapped up in this.
However, he knew that Tinasha would smile and say, “I’m glad we’re in it together.” That brought him both comfort and pain.
“If it all gets too unbearable, we’ll figure something out. I know she will, at the very least,” Oscar replied. As long as he had Akashia, he could at least free her.
But the man tilted his head at Oscar quizzically. “Are you truly all right with that? You might wind up alone for eternity.”
“I’m fine. I’ve already received so much.”
Tinasha had showered him with love over the course of many, many lifetimes. It was plenty.
“Why have you interfered in our world?” Oscar questioned.
“Because it’s our role to make contact with you and accumulate knowledge. Although, all of us have different reasons. I do it because I’m interested in you. I would have liked to watch you for as long as possible… But the woman who made your sword told me I was being arrogant.”
“Rightly so.”
“Meddling in others’ affairs is an arrogant act, no matter how you go about it,” the man stated, his voice dripping with undisguised self-loathing.
He was one of the observers from outside the world, the creator of Eleterria. The man in the room was a fragment of consciousness contained within the artifact. No—left here, purposely. It appeared he’d been awaiting a visit.
“Don’t you care that your tool’s been destroyed?” Oscar asked.
“It’s merely the result of you humans trying things out. And besides, nothing’s settled yet.”
“Because there are still other artifacts?” Oscar sighed, getting to his feet. He picked up Tinasha, still asleep, cradling her to his chest.
A little door appeared on a gray wall. As Oscar headed for it, the man’s voice stopped him. “Going back already? The world is waiting for you two. You’ve finally appeared—beings who can battle against our devices. It won’t let you go until all of them are gone.”
“I don’t care.”
Had he feared that, Oscar wouldn’t have destroyed Eleterria. If he’d desired to spend eternity dozing in a little room, he would have picked a peaceful life with her from the start.
So even if this was only the beginning, he had to accept it. This place was the waypoint that allowed them to reunite, after all.
Oscar heard the man offer, “Then go on and give it a try. Keep trying.”
He opened the door and stepped out into nothing.
“The world and I will give you the transformation you need to keep fighting.”
The original world would rise anew from a blank space where nothing had even begun.
And then…?


Unnamed Memory, Vol. 6: Death of the Nameless Story

 9. Where the Story Goes
Somewhere in a city not far from a forest near the national border, a boy sat with his chin in his hands and a bored look on his face in the dining room of a little inn. Sulking, he muttered, “Ugh, I wanted to go to the castle city. I wanted to see the Festival of Aetea.”
“Is it the three hundred and forty-second Festival of Aetea this year? Yes, that’s too bad,” a woman sitting at the same table as the innkeeper’s son responded with a smile. She’d been a guest of the tavern for two days now. The black-haired woman sipped at her water as she listened to him.
The boy went on. “They took me last year and everything, too. Have you ever been, miss?”
“I have. I’ve even lived in the castle city.”
“Aww, I’m so jealous… I wanna live there when I’m older,” said the boy.
His mother in the kitchen overheard him and shouted back, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
Automatically, the boy flinched.
The woman broke into peals of laughter. Once she was done, she grinned. “Instead of the festival, how about I tell you a very old, very fascinating story?”
“What kind of old story?”
“It’s an ancient legend passed down in Farsas about a king and a witch.”
The boy stared at the woman’s red lips, which were stretched in a beautiful smile. Though he gaped at her for a moment, he took the bait right away. “Do witches really exist? I thought they were a myth.”
“They did, a long time ago, though no one knows where they are now.”
“What? No way that’s true. How does the story go?”
The woman’s expression turned bewitching. And with a melodious tone, she recited the tale.
“Once upon a time, in the land to the west of Farsas, there stood an azure tower just beyond the border. The spire was filled with traps and monsters, and a witch lived on the top floor. Those who made it past all her trials and climbed to the top would be granted a wish. However, none had succeeded at the challenge in dozens of years.”
“Wow. Is the tower still there?”
“Not anymore. It was old and dangerous. Anyway, a prince of Farsas became interested in the tower and climbed it alone, though it was very foolish of him. But he was powerful and made it to the top floor, where he met the witch…”
Such fairy tales were commonplace, yet the boy’s eyes sparkled as he pressed the woman to continue.
She closed her eyes and smiled as she launched into the next part.
“First, he asked to duel the witch to test his strength.”
“Wow! Who won?”
“The witch beat him handily, of course. She flattened him into a pancake.”
“Yikes…”
That was an unexpected twist. The boy had been expecting a traditional tale of valor, and he hung his head in disappointment.
The woman giggled and waved a hand comfortingly as she went on. “The prince was strong nonetheless, so for his wish, he requested that the witch train him. Reluctantly, the witch accepted. Before long, he became as strong as the witch. By the time the prince was king…the witch had fallen in love with him.”
“What?! Are you joking?!”
“I’m very serious. Then the witch moved out of the tower and married him. The Farsas royal family carries their blood to this day.”
“I—I don’t believe that. I mean, she’s a witch! Wasn’t she all wrinkly?” the boy objected, which made the woman burst out laughing.
“You should ask your history teacher,” she advised. “This story is fairly well-known.”
“It is? Okay, then I’ll ask tomorrow.”
The woman nodded and took a sip from her glass. Her unique eyes, the color of darkness, caught the light of the candles and sparkled.
Then a voice boomed from the doorway to the dining room, “Tinasha! What are you doing playing around? It’s time to go.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” answered the woman, tying her long black hair back in a ponytail as she stood and headed to join her companion at the door.
While she looked to be around twenty, her male companion appeared sixteen or seventeen. He was a handsome young man with deep brown hair and eyes the color of bright twilight. Tall and dressed in traveler’s garb, he carried a longsword at his waist, and a little red dragon was perched on his shoulder.
His features were fine indeed, though they lacked the slightest hint of adolescence. For someone so young, he spoke with an oddly grown-up tone of voice and possessed a dignity beyond his years. Despite resembling a teenager, he already seemed a mature young man. His behavior and attitude betrayed that he was quite a capable fighter and that he was of high lineage.
The people of the inn had believed at first that he and the beautiful black-haired woman were brother and sister, but they didn’t look alike at all, and there was a strange magnetism between them.
The young man set down an amount of money that covered their lodging fees and then some. “Thanks for the hospitality.”
The inn proprietress came out from the kitchen and bowed to her departing guests.
Her son did the same. “See you, miss. Thanks for the story.” He waved as he watched the woman follow her companion and depart.
The proprietress narrowed her eyes, puzzling. “That sword… Never mind, it couldn’t be. I saw the king carrying it just last year.”
“What? I wanna see the king, too!” her son whined.
“Next year, dear. Next year,” she placated before returning to the kitchen.
Dusk had arrived, and the sun was sinking into the horizon. As the clear blue sky transformed into night, a pale azure moon rose in the sky. Gazing up at it, the boy huffed out a sulky sigh.
The pair left the inn and made their way outside the town. Lights began to shine from the windows of village homes, and the woman admired the view. The man grinned at her. “That was quite the tale you told back there.”
“You heard that?! It isn’t nice to eavesdrop, you know!”
“Lots of stuff happened after we got married, too. Don’t cut the story off so soon.”
“All of that is recorded for posterity in the castle archives. Old fairy tales don’t need to be completely accurate,” she responded with a giggle.
He gave her a fond look before he remembered something else. “Who did you say flattened who into a pancake again?”
“Ow, ow, ow!”
“I’ll flatten you right now!” he growled, pressing fists against her temples.
“I went too far! I’m sorry!” she cried, begging for mercy. Once he released her, she rubbed at her head, teary-eyed.
He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well, I suppose it’s the truth. But I wouldn’t lose now.”
“I look forward to finding out,” she replied with a grin.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” he returned, nodding in satisfaction. But as he glanced down at himself, an annoyed look stole across his handsome features. “It’s just hard to use a body that’s not fully grown yet. Yeah, it’s nice that we can be reborn when the world commands it or whatever, but it’s a hassle right now.”
Their souls could not dissolve back into the world, even upon death. Such was the gift bequeathed to them by the world, to use them after their transformation into foreign entities. After they perished, it would only take a few decades before they obtained new bodies. They would search for babies that had lost their souls before birth, and they would take their forms to be reborn.
Ahead of them was a war with no end in sight.
To erase all outside interference in the world, they tracked down outsiders’ artifacts and destroyed them. These two were the weapons of that fight.
Such a long journey would likely take them beyond the mainland. They would cross the sea, move into new time periods, and keep trying.
No one could say how long it would take to end. But that was the task the world had assigned them. The pair were artifacts in the shape of people, crafted from transformed souls.
Someday, their truly eternal destiny might become unbearable.
Each time one witnessed the death of the other, the grief and loss might wear away at their psyche a little more.
But they were perfectly happy for the moment, because neither was alone.
The woman explained matter-of-factly, “Our physical bodies appear to be designed to stop growing naturally at the age when we are most fit for battle. Essentially, we’re young forever. Although if it bothers you, I can use magic to age you up a little.”
“It’s fine. I’ll only have to bear with it for a few more years.”
At that, the woman happily latched on to his arm. “I like seeing you at this age. It’s fresh and new, which makes it fun.”
“If you enjoy it, then I suppose it’s worthwhile.”
“I’d like to see you even littler, too. I’m sure you were adorable. Oh, but don’t die on me anymore. I was so lonely waiting for you…”
A shadow abruptly passed over her dark eyes. She tightened her hold on his arm, seeming anxious.
To reassure her, the man smiled. “Understood. I’ll be careful. In exchange, you’re not allowed to go out on solo missions. You always get some mortal injury or another right away.”
“What’s a bit of an injury if I still win?”
“I don’t know if I would consider ‘riddled with holes all over your body to be a bit of an injury,” he responded dryly, sounding entirely unamused.
She gazed up at him raptly. In a voice as clear as a bell, she said, “No matter if it takes decades or centuries for you to come back, I will find you. I’ll track you down even if you don’t have your memories. We’ll fall in love all over again.”
She spoke of pure and everlasting love.
An affection that would surpass eternity, as it had once already.
That feeling was enough to carry them through the ever-changing times.
It sounded like a wedding vow. The man broke into a broad grin. “I’m very glad to hear that. Oh, but I should tell you that you’re extremely bad at winning a man’s heart. You come on way too strong. If I don’t remember you and you’re all over me, it’s going to be a bit of a turnoff.”
“Hey! Don’t you think that’s a little rude?! I could say the same thing about you!”
“I watch and wait before making my move, adjusting my approach as I go.”
“I don’t see the difference!” she whined.
Then her mouth pursed into a decided pout. “I think it’s fine either way. We have all the time in the world, after all. I can wait for you to come around, even if it takes a hundred years.”
“That’s exactly the sort of creepy behavior I’m talking about.” The man sighed. Despite his admonishments, the two of them would never see eye to eye on this. It was pointless to hope she would use a more roundabout approach, but that was also proof of how deep her feelings for him ran.
Despite his grimace, he finally cut to the chase. “I heard a rumor that something that could be an outsiders’ artifact is in some lord’s domain in the north.”
“I hope it’s true. That would make our fifth one, if so.”
“Let’s take it easy as we investigate. Once we’re done, we can go see the ocean or something. It’s been a while.”
“As you wish,” she replied, and the pair departed from town.
Night fell swiftly around them while the man commanded the dragon to change its size. The pair boarded the dragon’s back and soared into the air.
Down below, the lights of the city after dark were a sea of glittering gems.
The woman smiled at the twinkling ocean, the flickers of human life. The man wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Then this entirely uncommon pair vanished into the night on a dragon’s back.
The story of the king and the fifth witch faded into the annals of history as an ancient fairy tale.
Eventually, no one remained who could recall their names.
All the stories in the world gave rise to others, stacked in libraries to be read over and over.
But they would never be overwritten again.
So it went, a fragment of an unnamed memory.