brief report on The Conversation

This isn't a real story, just the events as I remember them...

It was years ago, we were sitting in her room talking about all the fascinating information i had come across in my travels to the city down south. Of the keenest interest was what i had acquired thru the ex, the names of three spirits(A great warrior a mage and a strategist), remnants of fascinating characters from times long passed. i had, with little thought to the consequences, introduced two people to each other who were supposedly connected. kirri was telling me amazing things about her, and i had no choice but to believe it at the time. like who she used to be(this was hard to get out of him) he simply wanted to glorify the fact that he'd never fucked her but he killed her in a rage, implicating another(me) in the crime of stealing her innocence (repeatedly, apparently) he mentioned details of her death, like the weapon used and how strong he would had to have been to pull it off(how do you break a sword blade in half jam the dull end in her forehead clear through the skullplate), he also mentioned the punishment for the crime, which was unpleasant and involved a lot of bugs(scarabs) in a small room with no light. when i spoke to the daughter(isiza) weeks later, she told the same story, focusing more instead on the affair itself, how bored she had been without her almost husband's touch, or total lack of. they couldn't be physical because the marraige ceremony had never been performed, as the two gods had never been able to agree on a moon to marry under. The stories brought to light something important: one possible reason as to why such a powerful civilization had been brought to ruin. corruption from the inside seemed to be the culprit. the daughters were chosen based on appearance alone, with no basis in moral character or spirituality. this one had been especially savage, murdering people at a whim(point at him or her and give the word they died on the spot), and growing quite mad with her newfound power. she dwelled a lot on a servant girl, a young thing of maybe six or seven who took care of her in some frivolous aspect related to appearance. she seemed almost entranced by this girls' fragile innocence, her youth and beauty. she was also obsessed with her appearance, and cared little for the body she inhabited. she would never let me touch her claiming i was too far below her, everyone was. we spoke at length of the power she held, the cruelty it had given birth to, she seemed to delight in being able to cause pain to others, with no fear of consequence or retribution. Upon reflection of that evening's events, it is difficult to sort out whether i spoke to a true former daughter, or a manifestation of this innocent young woman's malicious and insatiable dark half. The truth is more than likely a combination of the two ideas, the vivid memories of this ugly past taking root and growing in a sort of rebirth. In the years since that i have known her, certain actions and developed attitudes have helped to heal this rift between the two possible sides of the girl, to allow those ancient memories to sleep once again without any disturbance or need to reawaken.