Chapter 2
Elijah Ryder McCormick is a skilled memory hunter, trained by the
same organization as Ava. He has a troubled past, having lost his family to The
Forgetter's evil plans. This drives his determination to protect memories and
fight against those who would seek to erase them. His skills in memory
extraction and manipulation are unmatched, making him a valuable asset to the
organization. However, his past traumas have left emotional scars, causing him
to struggle with trust and intimacy.
Elijah's family was torn apart by The Forgetter's evil
plans. His parents, both memory keepers, were murdered, and his younger sister
was left with permanent memory loss. Elijah was left alone, adrift, and
consumed by anger and a desire for revenge. He has honed his skills as a memory
hunter, able to extract, manipulate, and interpret memories with precision. He
is an expert in hand-to-hand combat and uses his charisma and wit to infiltrate
enemy organizations.
Elijah's past haunts him. He can't shake the memories of his
family's brutal murder and his sister's shattered mind. The Forgetter's cruel
laughter echoes in his dreams each times he sleeps, fueling his quest for
vengeance.
As a memory hunter, Elijah has developed a keen sense of
intuition and a talent for reading people. He can extract memories from objects
and individuals, using his skills to uncover hidden secrets.
Despite his tough exterior, Elijah has a soft spot for those
in need. He becomes Emilia's ally and mentor, teaching her how to harness her
powers and navigate the treacherous world of memory keeping.
However, Elijah's demons resurface when he discovers a dark
connection between Emilia's family and The Forgetter. He must confront his own
biases and learn to trust Emilia, even as the shadows of his past threaten to
consume him.
Ava led Emilia through the winding streets of the old town,
finally stopping in front of an unassuming door hidden between two shops. She
produced a small key and unlocked the door, revealing a narrow stairway that
descended into darkness.
"Welcome to the Library of Memories," Ava said,
her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Here, you'll find the collective knowledge of our
organization." Ava said
As they descended the stairs, Emilia felt a thrill of
anticipation. The air grew thick with the scent of old books and parchment. At
the bottom of the stairs, they entered a vast underground chamber filled with
row upon row of shelves, stretching into the darkness. The shelves were lined
with ancient tomes, their covers adorned with strange symbols and markings.
Ava guided Emilia through the aisles, pointing out various
sections and explaining the organization's system for categorizing memories.
As they turned a corner, Emilia collided with a tall,
brooding figure who was studying a nearby shelf. Apologetic, Emilia reached out
to steady herself against the shelf, only to find her hand brushing against the
stranger's.
"Sorry about that" Emilia said, feeling a jolt of
electricity at the touch.
The stranger looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto
hers.
"No harm
done" he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down Emilia's spine.
Ava intervened, introducing the stranger as Elijah Ryder
McCormick, a skilled memory hunter. Emilia felt a sense of curiosity and
intrigue as she shook Elijah's hand, the spark between them still palpable.
As they shook hands, Emilia felt a sudden jolt of
recognition, as if she had seen Elijah before. But where? She couldn't quite
place it.
Elijah, too, seemed to sense a connection, his eyes
narrowing slightly as he studied her face.
Ava, oblivious to the tension, continued to chat, explaining
that Elijah was a renowned memory hunter, tasked with tracking down and
extracting valuable memories from the shadows.
Emilia listened intently, her mind racing with questions.
What kind of memories was Elijah hunting? And why did she feel this strange
sense of familiarity around him?
As they walked through the library, Elijah occasionally
reaching out to touch a shelf or run his fingers over the spines of the books,
Emilia began to notice a pattern. He seemed to be tracing a path, as if
following an invisible map.
"Ava, what's going on?" Emilia whispered, tugging
on Ava's sleeve.
"Why is Elijah
doing that?" Ava leaned in, her voice barely audible.
"He's tracking a memory thread. A faint resonance that
only he can see." Ava replied her.
Emilia's eyes widened as she watched Elijah's fingers dance
across the shelves, leaving behind a trail of glittering silver dust.
Suddenly, Elijah stopped, his hand hovering over a single
book. He turned to Emilia, his eyes burning with intensity.
"This one," he said, his voice low and urgent.
"This memory belongs to you."
Emilia's heart raced as Elijah opened the book, revealing
pages filled with strange symbols and illustrations. He touched a finger to a
particular page, and suddenly, a vision burst forth, enveloping Emilia in a
warm, golden light.
She saw herself as a child, playing in a sun-drenched
garden, surrounded by people she didn't recognize. A woman with a kind face and
a man with a strong jawline smiled at her, their eyes shining with love.
Emilia's mind reeled as the vision faded, leaving her
feeling disoriented and wonder-struck.
"What did I just see?" she asked Elijah, her voice
barely above a whisper.
"Your past" Elijah replied, his eyes still locked
on hers.
"A memory hidden
deep within you, waiting to be uncovered."
Emilia's thoughts swirled as she tried to process the
revelation. She had always felt a sense of disconnection from her past, as if a
part of her was missing. Could this be the key to unlocking her true identity?
Ava stepped forward, her eyes shining with excitement.
"This is incredible! Emilia, you have a hidden legacy,
one that could change everything."
As Emilia struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her
discovery, Elijah's gaze remained fixed on hers, his expression a mystery she
couldn't quite decipher.
"Ava, what do you mean by 'hidden legacy'?" Emilia
asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ava's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Your family's past is more complex than you ever
imagined, Emilia. You have a inheritance that could change the course of your
life forever."
Elijah nodded in agreement.
"You have a
choice to make, Emilia. To claim your legacy or walk away. But know this, if
you choose to claim it, your life will never be the same." Elijah said
Emilia's mind raced with questions and doubts. What did it
mean to claim her legacy? And what lay ahead if she chose to do so?
As she pondered, the library around her began to fade away,
replaced by a vision of a ancient mansion, its halls whispering secrets of the
past.
"Welcome to your inheritance, Emilia," Elijah
said, his voice low and mysterious.
"Are you ready
to uncover the truth?"