I guess this would be considered fanfiction? I'm a bit rusty so I'm just practicing here.
While cleaning up your bedroom quarters, you find a small treasure chest you had as a kid. You think back to fond memories of you and your father playing space pirates together in his old ship. Faintly you recall the adventures you had with him; he'd take you from the nursery and let you drive his old hunk of junk spaceship. You snicker when the memory of Briget scolding your father comes to mind when she found out. How long ago was that? He was going through a reptilian phase and visited a tribe of Leithan often at the time.
Your fingers trace over the markings carved with excellent craftsmanship. The chest itself tells a story of a god worshiped daily by the people who created it. To be honest, that could be false; it's just something your father mentioned when he gave the chest to you. The images and letters are too ancient for you or the codex to read. Opening the box is tricky because it requires a particular code. That's odd, what was the code, and why can't you remember anything else? You know for a fact there is a memory about this, but you can't seem to access it. You can just barely see the fragments of your memory, though it's clouded like waking up from a dream. Frustratingly, you set the treasure box down on your nightstand. Perhaps something will jog your memory, and you can get back to this.
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To Be Continued
While cleaning up your bedroom quarters, you find a small treasure chest you had as a kid. You think back to fond memories of you and your father playing space pirates together in his old ship. Faintly you recall the adventures you had with him; he'd take you from the nursery and let you drive his old hunk of junk spaceship. You snicker when the memory of Briget scolding your father comes to mind when she found out. How long ago was that? He was going through a reptilian phase and visited a tribe of Leithan often at the time.
Your fingers trace over the markings carved with excellent craftsmanship. The chest itself tells a story of a god worshiped daily by the people who created it. To be honest, that could be false; it's just something your father mentioned when he gave the chest to you. The images and letters are too ancient for you or the codex to read. Opening the box is tricky because it requires a particular code. That's odd, what was the code, and why can't you remember anything else? You know for a fact there is a memory about this, but you can't seem to access it. You can just barely see the fragments of your memory, though it's clouded like waking up from a dream. Frustratingly, you set the treasure box down on your nightstand. Perhaps something will jog your memory, and you can get back to this.
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To Be Continued