Tale:White Priestess Extras
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The Crownless Whispering Girl
A White Priestess without her crown makes for a useless one without any healing abilities. She's just like any other child now.
"Many of us have fallen. Many still in control. (under control by the crown) I have lost my purpose yet gained a voice. We didn't asked for this. Who will save us now?"
"It's my first time being fully...alive. Fully awake yet I feel as though I've lived forever and just now all at the same time. I...Don't know what to do."
"Sister, I truly wonder. To bear the sins of our ancestors, saving the world with our tears...are we gifted? Or Cursed?" (Recalling the memory of the Sister that Doubts.)
"Is this what it's like? To have a mom?" (Recalling the memory of the Embraced Sister.)
"All I could ever do now is pray and pray to godless skies. I could see them, I could see every single one of them. My sisters, my poor poor sisters. I can see every single last thing they saw. Back then I felt nothing, now...I-I weep tears of my own."
"I am sorry. I am no longer useful. My entire purpose of healing-all stored in that crown. I can no longer heal people."
"It...hurt when my crown was pulled off. I felt my head get ripped apart. I do not to wish for it to happen again. It calls to me, for me to put it back on. I'm glad it's destroyed now, but I lost my healing abilities in the process and my connection to my sisters. Perhaps this is the cost of freedom."
"All of us know we have a voice, and that it was being prevented to be let out. I am still getting used to my own voice. I'm not sure if I like it, but it feels...me."
"The crown. It gives us protection from the cold and illnesses. Gives us the ability to heal others, but...we are cursed as well. The Vow of Silence prevents us from ever speaking, to suffer silently. We could not even defend ourselves with any weapon. We could only heal...so much."
"Mama...Mama...such a beautiful word...We do not have mamas or papas but at the back of our mind, we know we had someone who we called...'The Mother'. We know she's long dead. We know she helped create us. Her blood. Our blood."
"We're destined to save humanity...to die for humanity...yet...even now, I am not opposed to the idea...Maybe because we're made this way."
"My sisters are dying out there saving the world...I should be there too, dying along with them."
"I'm not afraid to die...We're made to die this way after all."
"I am in full control of my own thoughts and mind...But it's so quiet...and a little overwhelming."
"I never thought what I want to do and want to be...It's so much to think about that I don't want to think about it...What lies beyond my purpose now that it's rid from me?"
"I lost my glow, it will be hard to see in the dark. At least I would also be hard to see in the dark." (She lets out a faint small smile.)
"Tried to smile, but it was very tiring. I know I should smile more, but the world hasn't been given me a reason to yet. Maybe one of these days."
"I ponder and think a lot, especially now that I am in control of my own mind. We're healers, we're made to be, but...in the end, we're soldiers of humanity...and we will die forgotten."
"My sisters are out there, valiantly fighting for the survival of humanity. Dying for a cause. And I'm here where I'm safe-powerless, disconnected-I am not sure I can live with that. I'm sorry."
"I wonder if there's something waiting for us in the end. We will all die soon. I wonder what's it like? I think....I...I think I am starting to feel scared."
"Ever since I have been freed from the maw of the crown, I began feeling things. Unknown things I have never felt before...emotions. All I felt was sadness, now...I think I feel angry too-angry at the world, and...at myself...Why couldn't we just have been made normal people?"
"We're saving the descendants of the Ancients; humanity. We were made by the Ancients for that very purpose yet what's so special about them? These were the doubts I began thinking of. Then I saw kindness, joy, love...I saw many beautiful art. Humans love to create. I think that's why we want them saved."
"I saw a beautiful flower. It was bright yellow like the shrouded sun. Then I saw a blue one, like the sky's promise of better tomorrow. My sisters are heading south, to the homeland where the main source lies. I pray for their victory, and let the world be filled with...so many flowers."
"I...know that the skies are blue, I know some of humanity know it too. That is why we fight, that is why we are heading down south, to bring an end to this era of forever frost...But I can't, without the crown I am powerless, so I pray for my sisters instead. Whatever god who could hear me, I pray for their victory."
"I'm cold...freezing, even...and hungry, and thirsty. I never expected any of these feelings...I miss the crown, with it, I never needed to eat or to drink or to even bundle up. So...so cold..."
"The Ancients knew of forbidden knowledge bestowed only to a god; secrets of the universe, answers to unanswerable questions. It drove many of them mad, and those that did not, they create. A god was enraged and destroyed the Ancients. But not all of them. Some managed to hide and created us. Seems like that god is not all-knowing after all."
"The crown prevents us to feel cold...but...when I was given an embrace, the warmth I felt was incomparable to anything. I am ashamed to admit that I would love to have another. Is it selfish of me to ask for that?" (Recalling a memory of the Embraced Sister. The Whispering Girl would like to feel it in person.)
"There is something innate with my sisters and I. So long as we have the crown, we could communicate from time to time with each other. We could share memories across one another, and learn from each others' experiences to survive better. Now...It's so...silent."
"We share memories across one another, even the fully corrupted ones, but...a lot of us tune out of it. It's filled with wailing and...screams. It is always terrifying, but sometimes I stay because I feel like I am abandoning them, even if it hurts my head."
"Someday all of this will be over. I am confident with the abilities and sacrifices of my sisters. One day, warmth will return. But...what will happen to us once our purpose and duty are fulfilled?"
"The crown gives us the power of healing, but it also controls our actions and minds. Without it, I am free but useless."
"I have memories of the Ancients, although faint, I can make out what the world used to be before the eternal frost and plague consumed the land. It was...It was beautiful. We fight and die so that humanity could see that world once again."
"Live to create, just as the humans do. I wonder if I can be considered human too. My sisters...Are they as well?"
"I...I was once given a doll and I could not let go of it. I wanted every minute spent holding the ragged doll. Apparently it's called 'playing'. I...like it." (Unclear if she is recalling one of her sisters' memories or her own.)
"Being given a tighter embrace somehow feels warmer than before. It is making me want to sleep"
"We've marched through frozen land veiled by fog. Many of us never even got the chance to see each other. A lot were disposed of, seeing my sisters as abomination. It feels...tingly for someone to express their gratitude for the sacrifices we make."
"We are...humans too. The very people we are protecting sees us as their fellow kind. I wish I still have my crown. I want to join back in the fight! And make humanity proud!" (She frowns in futile determination.)
"Ever since the crown was removed from me, I began to feel tired, so tired that I feel sluggish and weak, and momentarily black out. I found out it's called sleeping."
"The moment I lost my crown was the moment my connection to my sisters were (un)tethered. But the Vow of Silence was also broken, and now I can speak and think clearly. I suppose my powerless duty now is to tell their stories, that we're real, that we were alive, and we...fought, and...died for mankind."
