So. I was really, really hoping it wouldn't come to this.
[ The video opens on a young woman, somewhat unusual in appearance — a Japanese girl with an unhealthy pallor, green hair piled out of the way in a couple messy buns, bangs long and loose, swept mostly to one side of her face. Her visible eye is off-amber in color, bright and framed by dark lashes and dark circles of fatigue; the other side is blocked by hair, and a red patch of fabric. When she speaks, it's with clear annunciation, pitch middling and voice steady; it rasps a little when she exhales too sharply, as she does now. ]
But that's what I get, for holding onto hope, I guess.
You probably don't know me, but you might know
of me. My name's Ruka. I first came to this world in January of 2014, but not from my original 'world' or 'universe,' like you did. There used to be more of us, but the first of the "modern" imPorts to this world were refugees from another Earth, with another history — a place that we weren't native to, either. We had originally been imPorted to
that world by a being known as Lachesis. It was Lachesis that brought us to this world, to save us and herself from destruction, and it's by her power that you're here, too.
The name of that destruction is Atropos.
Yes, named like the three sisters of the Grecian Fates. Are they sisters? Yes. Are there three of them? Yes. Are they really and truly
those Fates? Honestly, probably not, or not in the way you think, but it's a pointless distinction. This is the sort of debate I've heard for the better part of a decade, and I can promise you, there is
really nothing new you can bring to that argument. So, please, don't fucking bother. Not with me. Whether they are or aren't is immaterial, and pedantic, and I don't really give a shit on whether or not there's a conclusive answer to that anymore. In their usual states, they're each more powerful than any of us and
all of us, together, no matter our titles or our powers or where we think those abilities come from. I can promise you that.
[ The words are sharp, and a little sour, but after she speaks it, the irritation fades, and her expression grows somber. Her gaze drops from the camera. In absent gesture she brushes some of those loose bangs out of her face; the heart-shape of her eye patch is briefly visible, but hair falls back into place once her hand drops away. She meets gaze with the camera again. ]
... I was eleven years old, when I was brought to that world. I've never seen my hometown since then. That world is the world where I grew up. Where I made my first real friends, on my own, and where I learned what it's like to have real parents, and real friends, and real hopes and dreams and goals of my own, and what it's like to know what the things most precious to you are, and what it's like to lose them. That world was more of a home to me than the one I came from. And now, all that remains of it is me, maybe a dozen imPorts, and what spirits and memories Lachesis holds on to, wherever she is now.
I don't want this to happen to anybody else. I don't want to lose this world, too.
So. Let me tell you about Lachesis, and Clotho, and Atropos, and hope you'll never hear the voices of any of them again.
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