( imeeji ) memory registry

[worthathousand]

	DATE	LINK
亜子 Ako	day 75	you lift it anyway
Hero Worshipped	day 111	it has been my dream to live by your example
Alone in the Fields	day 111	the rice stalks sway
The Wyld Hunt pt. 1	day 127	your heretic chosen
The Wyld Hunt, pt. 2	day 127	the fate of those who lose their will to demons
Joined with Shiho	day 199	kimono in Serenity blue
A Fight for Father	day 201	once there was a maiden
The War Yeddim	day 201	the battle is a song
General Ascendant	day 201	white lily of war
Calibration Stories	day 201	born an exception
Shrine Maiden	day 260	you are my child of peace
First Battle	day 260	cries of the injured and dying
Shiho's Illness	day 260	a season of cold and fever
Meet-Cute	day 451	Tits, indeed.
Imagining a Future	day 456	"What do you want to do, after?"
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[ The memory begins as the sun rises over an army, banners with red camellias fluttering in the light breeze. They are several thousand strong—a full Dragon, with divisions of archers and cavalry alongside the infantry. Amaranth herself rides towards the front. Her armor is ornate and professional, emblazoned on the breastplate with what appears to be an official seal. The soldiers straighten as she pass, standing at attention, and she nods to them, smile warm and perhaps a bit eager.

As the sky turns from coral and lavender to gold, the enemy army appears around the bend of the river. Though their numbers are vast—and they have far more than just one war yeddim this time—they’ve been hemmed in by the water, forced to bring their troops across where the river splits into swift shallow streams.

Amaranth raises a hand, and her archers ready their aim—but do not fire. Then a song rings out in a high tenor (the voice is different, but melody may seem familiar). The notes seem to hang in the air… and then it happens: the water erupts in a shimmer of silvery blue scales, and then the dragon-like river god roars his challenge as the air around him glows with Essence.

The enemy soldiers scatter, and Amaranth lets loose a war cry of her own. It sounds almost musical, and her own Essence glows around her as the sound fills her troops with purpose. And they charge.

* * *

From this point, the memory becomes more of a montage, the battles blurring together. Always, Amaranth is at the front lines, anima banner flaring around her. It never seems to matter that the Tsubaki Province troops are perpetually outnumbered. Under their general’s leadership, their coordination is without compare; when her battlecry rings out, nothing can undermine their valor.

When they cheer for her, they call out “warrior worth a thousand!” and “white lily of war!” and “General Amakura ▒▒▒▒▒!” ]