I remember our first meeting perfectly.

Over a field of grass, dyed red by the glowing sun at the horizon and the splattered bloods across the land, a sphere of light flickered to life. It pulsed weakly for a moment, its blue light wavering in the air before somehow finally gaining some strength from it surrounding and started to solidifying.

                           How could I not?

Slowly, almost hesitantly, the sphere of light began to move through the air, leaving a trail of shimmering light in its wake. It's always twisting and turning, but never rising or falling, the sphere began to pick up speed as an image began to form from its trailing lights.

Like a paintbrush on canvas, the sphere drew a circle in the air. And within that circle was another circle, and third one within the second. Between the borders of the circles were strings of archaic runes, numbering in the hundreds, leisurely revolving within the limited space within the boundary of the circles.

When the sphere at last appeared to have finished its work, it hung in place, motionless for a few moments, before slowly drifting towards the very heart of the design, to the small patch of empty space located in the middle of the smallest circle.

Aligning itself in the center of the magic circle, it pulsed once and then twice, before it unfolded like the petals of a flower. The former sphere twisted into a new form, a two-dimensional shape that was clearly a symbol of some kind though one far too complex to be a mere rune and vaguely resembled a stylized necklace.  
      
                     Could remember who 

And yet I cannot remember who you were in time pass by as I remember I was once a warrior a night was on his duty protecting his people but in the end I think I failed them and somehow I transferred and to this unknown land where I am just drifting away from my destination one day I'm excited or not.

Chapter 13 - CHAPTER XII