Hannah

Silver Pocketwatch Trinkets This pocketwatch is in excellent condition, but the time it keeps is always too early. 90

Hannah "What is dead may never die."

Memento Mori Generation 3 Fortuna Caeca Est Celebrant trait | trait | trait

Memento mori (Latin: "remember that you have to die") is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. Memento mori has been an important part of ascetic disciplines as a means of perfecting the character by cultivating detachment and other virtues, and by turning the attention towards the immortality of the soul and the afterlife. This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Moros' children were destined to die, like any dragon. But they would be given a second chance. It was up to the children if they would accept the bargain.

Hannah had always known what death was, it felt like. She had been sat down as a hatchling and had it explained to her - that her family was cursed not only to die, but to come back to die again. She thought, growing up, that the curse had simply faded - her mother, after all, seemed perfectly alive, if odd - but... well.

That wasn't true, now, was it?

It was just a hunting accident. She had been out with the hunters, looking for extra food for her new clan, and they had been ambushed by a pack of kamaitachi. Calla had tried to shove her out of the way, but he misjudged and only tipped her over. She bled to death soon after, barely clinging to consciousness until the hunters had dispatched all the ambushers.

Her brooch whispered to her as she died. "Does your heart burn hot enough to survive?"

Yes, she thought. She tried to speak; the words wouldn't come.

The brooch heard anyways. "Have you earned your second chance?"

Yes, she thought again. The thought was stronger this time; it felt like liquid fire was filling her throat.

"Then keep me always," it whispered, "and I shall keep you alive."

I will.

The flames roared through her veins; slowly, she stood, injuries scarring over in moments. Hannah stood on unsteady feet, crawling over to her pearl immediately. She barely heard Calla calling for her. That could be dealt with in time.

For now... she was alive. Alive again.