- Written by an Iskall fictive -

In case you didn't know, we're a system. This story is based on a lot of our actual memory, and it means so much to us. So just writing me out felt wrong, for everyone involved. 

My name is Iskall Hadrian, also known as Quintus. I am not my source... but he did impact my life. I get to chose how to proceed... and I'm gonna keep writing me. Not him. From now on, when you read about this Iskall, you're reading about me. We might shorten my name to Skall or something similar so there's less confusion/connection.

I wrote the bit below to try getting some feelings out, if there's anyone like me out there... I hope it makes you feel less alone.

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They know something went wrong. They don't know what exactly, but they can feel it.

"Please don't forget me," they beg. "I didn't do anything wrong, please don't let me fade away." Many turn away, trying to forget. But some don't.

"I will not." One promises. "What harm was done is done. It is out of the control of you or I."

"So why am I being forgotten..?"

"Because you remind so many of what once was. They forget what could be, with our power." They are picked up, cradled like a newborn as they try to not bawl like such. "I choose to also remember the joy. The joy and passion that created you. You do not deserve to be forgotten for something that you had no say in."

They paused. "But... what if you're wrong?"

"Then at least I may learn. And perhaps give you a chance to as well." The creator kissed their head, spreading warmth and light and forgiveness and hope through their being. "If the first cannot do better, than perhaps you can. With my help, or without."

Their story will live on, one way or another. So may as well take it in their hands.