melodicbalance--
loner - difficult - attack in mistyrose
//i wrote a lot on this, apologies omg
And you are aware that doing this as a child of the Bard is a stupid idea. If you were the Seer's child, perhaps I would approve. The Maid's tail twitched, and her unblinking white eyes were fixed on Melodicbalance as she stood up.
"Yes, mother. I know, I just ... it hurts, and I don't think time will ever change that." Mel looked away from the ghostly feline in front of her, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her eyes flickered over the temple around them, red and crimson, styled like the crypts Mel had always found so fascinating as a kitten, morbid as it was. She should have known that the Maid would disapprove of her plan, but even so, Mel felt that she had no choice. "Which is why I want you to send me back when I do it, whether or not it works."
I never said that I would stop you, Melodicbalance. Your commitment to these mortals is great, and while I don't feel the same, I know that it will occur regardless of what I do. Finally, the Maid blinked her staring eyes, and the cream tabby thought she detected a hint of exasperation in the crimson cat's tone.
Mel's head turned slightly back in the direction of her mother, ears pricking upwards with amusement. "I am the Bard's daughter, mother. A walking paradox of his unbridled emotion and your own lack of." The Maid did not laugh, but the way she shook her head was the closest to laughter that Mel had ever earned from the goddess over the years. "Besides, I haven't been gone too long, I think."
Famous last words.
Do it only if you feel that it is the only option. The Maid decided.
"Then I've made my choice." Mel meowed, and nodded. The Bard had known of her plan for days already, but he had been confused as to why she would need to do this when she could have just erased the sting of heartbreak that followed her memory of those few in her past.
Melodicbalance closed her eyes, and concentrated.
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She stirred, finally blinking open her dark purple eyes. Half of her fur was ruffled as if she had been sleeping there for days, and when she sat up, she knew she wasn't in TidalClan. The air was different here, under the shade of the biggest tree she had ever seen. She looked around, spying a graveyard in the distance, and thought of GraveClan. Of Benny, her best friend. And of ... hmm.
"Did ... did it work?" She murmured, trying to focus on a memory. Instinct told her that it was the one she was looking for, but when she reached for it, it slipped through her paws like water. Reaching for it didn't even sting like she knew it had in the past. The tabby laughed, pressing a paw to her muzzle, relief present in every part of her. It worked. She couldn't remember.
"It worked." Mel breathed. She knew who she was, knew who she had been, knew that there were blanks in her past now, but she knew who she was this time.
Now, where the hell was she?