GreyScale

Soul searching is a dangerous endeavor, there are some things about ourselves that we need not know, and the consequences of searching out those answers can be devastating. I remember my birth clan very well. I also remember the body I was born with. Beautiful purple hues mixed with dark swirling markings like the night. I remember being sent to sentry duty, and I vividly remember the misery of my training. Long nights filled with pain, and constant terror until even my subconscious was aware of the dangers around me.
My mind was a beautiful thing, or at least...the entry of it was. I felt at home there. It was filled with things I love, things that I thought resonated to my soul. Oh how wrong I was. Delving deeper brought me to unfamiliar places and situations. I discovered fears that I would never have found otherwise. I found all the things I thought I had forgotten. Memories, faces, sounds. I found all of them. From the time I hatched to the present, I found every memory, every insignificant second, every detail is glaringly obvious. I should have stopped, but it was too late. Though I was aware of my body’s surroundings, my mind was far away. It felt as if I was being tugged away. There was so much darkness, and fear, and though I knew every inch of it, I longed only to forget all the terrible things i had seen. I saw light begin to creep its way back into my vision. Bright, blinding, beautiful, and more terrifying than anything else. There was no substance here, only colors. Colors that, when touched, would expose a devastating amount of emotion. One color shone above the rest. I struggled against the churning emotions to reach it. It pulsed as I came closer, and just as the tip of my claw touched it. Everything went still. I had reached the eye of the storm. The stillness lasted only moments before collapsing into chaos. Colors and emotions mixed, creating new colors and conflicts. Everything churned and ran together until there was nothing but a mass of black. The blackness expanded, filtering out the light, pushing me backwards, through every layer of my mind, until it was all black. I watched myself open my eyes, and stand from my sentry position. I saw the conflict in my own eyes. Emotions I had let loose all fighting for dominance. My body was completely separate of my mind. I could now see my soul inside my body. It was darker than the night, and filled me to the brim. Yet I didn’t feel it. I did not feel the madness within what had previously been….me. I only watched as I descended into madness, and was killed by my clan soon after. I was...nothing. I had no soul, or body. No feelings or desires. Only memories and logic. To this day I do not know what I was. Perhaps I was loose elemental magic.
I drifted in the invisible tides of the world awaiting the inevitable time when I would cease existing. The last thing I expected was to be pulled back into the physical world; and yet that is what happened. I found myself in an unfamiliar body, with a companion voice in the back of my mind.
“I was once like you. I questioned too much and wandered too far. I am old now. Old and tired; yet my body does not seem to have been affected by my use of it. I am tired. Use this body in combination with your power. Young one, when I am rested and ready, we will be a great force in this world.” was all the voice said to me before it disappeared into the recesses of this mind. As much as I wander this mind, I cannot find a trace of the voice. It does still speak every now and then, it whispers things. Good and evil, uplifting and terrifying, of this known world, and of the unknown world beyond us.