Memory

..And they stand at the bank of the River Lethe. Magic flowers around them as Korvax studies the swirling waters while Mythrine looks at the threads in the sky. They can feel the Veil becoming thinner, land of the living and the land of the dead draw closer together as the magic in the air builds.

They've taught each other what is needed in order to help these new souls to cross back over the Veil. Some need to look to the future while others must let go of the past.

The height of the equinox arrives with a crash. The Veil seems to shake and magic sparks and flickers between iridescence and transparency, brilliant and cloudy. Korvax and Mythrine begin to weave their magic to bring their chosen souls to the world of the living.

There seemed to be nothing, just a listlessness. For they were mere wisps created from choices not chosen, opportunities not taken, and dreams that were all but forgotten. Fractured pieces of what could have been. They were left to wander, not truly conscious or aware of anything.

A shift was felt in the Veil and the new presence caused the wisps to gather like a moth drawn to light. The aimlessness abated as the magic wrapped around them like a blanket. They felt a pull as Mythrine's magic flared. It swept through them like a wave mending old scars while awakening something new. It burned, it hurt, and the newly created souls were blinded by the flurry of colours.

The flame of life burned brightly.